Sun-Shining-Over-The-Ocean

**Sun-Shining-Over-The-Ocean** nicknamed, **Sun-Shining-Over-The-Sea or otherwise known as Shining-Over-The-Sea,** is a Rokea.

## Biography

You were born in the Pacific Ocean, the only one of your litter to survive one of the harshest  hurricanes on record. You grew quickly, and strong.

In two years you were leading your own slew and thriving. Then came the divers -- they rode terrible machines and got too close to things, the way they touched life struck down your slew one by one. When at last you were the only one that remained, they spoke again and you felt the terrible magic in their voices strike your shoulder and something changed. Every last one of them died by your teeth and claws, but so did the shark you had been.

A young warrior of the Rokea came to you and taught you what you were -- a brightwater of the Rokea. He taught you that you could not only take the war form, but could become as the humans as well.

This piqued your curiosity and when it came time to make your Rite of Passage, you were give a gift by your elder --- your choice of trials. Since you already knew how to be a shark, you decided to spend the next two years as a man that you might know both sides of yourself. Many among the squamus chided you for foolishness, many among the homid were shocked and amused. But when two years had passed and you returned to your people, it was with great respect and great expectation

So you took up the mantle of teacher, and of ambassador. When there was a dispute between homid and squamus, you were there to help them see with each other's eyes.

When new homid pups came to the grotto you taught them the strengths of the squamus form like none other. When new squamus pups came you took them under your wing and showed them how to wear a man's kin convincingly and without fear.

It seemed so natural to you --- the Rokea are creatures of both shark and man, spirit and flesh. They stand astride two worlds by their nature, and yet most ignore half of themselves. Your squamus cousins rarely offer more then disdain for the ways of the homids. The homids patronize their squamus cousins, as though the squamus were too stupid to understand human ways. But Gaia gave the Rokea the means to bridge this gap. It was obvious to you. You were born to stand between --- between spirit and flesh, between shark and man, between homid and squamus. And you were meant to be conduit between each. The metis, though, they are a problem. It's clear to you why it is forbidden for Rokea to mate with humans. They are only Rokea, and can call neither the world of men nor of sharks home. Really, there is little you can do but pity them.

You have taken upon yourself a great burden and you take it very seriously.

Only together can the Rokea survive the Apocalypse, and that means the difference between all peoples, great and small, must be put aside or all shall perish to feed the Wyrm's unholy hunger.

Strive to find the middle ground. You know much of the ways of men, but there is still a great deal to learn. Two years in man time is not the same as two years in shark time. You have much progress to make, but you learn quickly and eagerly.

**Equipment:** Your "human clothes," a sacred pipe, your dog eared copy of 'The Adventures of Tom Sawyer.'

## Stats

**Breed:** Squamus

**Auspice:** Brightwater

**Physical:** Strength 3, Dexterity 2, Stamina 3

**Social:** Charisma: 3, Manipulation 2, Appearance 2

**Mental:** Perception 3, Intelligence 3, Wits 4

**Talents:** Alertness 2, Athletics 3, Brawl 3, Empathy 2, Primal Urge 4, Subterfuge 1

**Skills:** Etiquette 2, Leadership 3, Survival 2

**Knowledges**: Enigmas 2, Law 1, Linguistics 2, Occult 1, Politics 2, Rituals 2

**Backgrounds:** Remora 2, Allies 3

**Gifts:** Heightened Senses, Resist Pain, Gulp

**Rage:** 4

**Gnosis:** 5

**Willpower:** 5

## Quote

*"No, cub, they do not smoke in order to deaden their sense of smell. They enjoy the sensation the cigarette provides. Come here, try one."*