Small-Sea

**Small-Sea** is a Rokea.

## Biography

You were born one of almost forty great white shark pups, and the smallest of the litter. Only by grace were you able escape the many predators around (including your newly-born siblings) and live to see the Long Swim. You hid in seaweed, hunted at night, and gradually began to grow. You steered well clear of other sharks, knowing that they would look at you as a tasty snack. Finally, you got careless. A blue shark spotted and dashed after you, and you had no choice but to swim for your life. As you swam, you realized that blue would catch and eat you if you merely tried to outpace him. You swam straight for the surface, banking sharply just before the waiting net. The blue, sadly, did not. As you watched your would-be attacker being hauled aboard the ship, you realized that you had won. The concept of winning or losing came easily to you, and your Long Swim was punctuated by meetings and contests with a variety of Rokea. Your garrulous conduct amused some and annoyed many, but you never let any of them get away with pushing you around or pitying you because of your size.

While most Rokea tend to be large examples of their species, you are just under 10 feet long — small for a great white. You make up for this with your voracious wit and remarkable ability to figure out puzzles and mysteries. Violence is never the first option for you \ — it can't be — but if the waters must run red, you don't shirk your duties. You would simply prefer to lure enemies into dangerous situations (preferably where you have the upper hand) than to meet them on even ground (or water). You know more about Rokea legends than some weresharks who have I existed decades longer than you. You have begun learning rites from any Rokea who will teach you. You have consistently refused Qyrl's offer of help. You would consider selling out to Qyrl to be a loss, and you made up your mind of your Long Swim that winning is die only acceptable conclusion to arty contest.

While most Rokea don't have much in the way of a sense of humor, you try your best. You chase enemies towards f your slew if you feel they are growing complacent, and sometimes you will challenge other Rokea to races or other contests. If you win, you gloat shamelessly. If you lose, you blame your size and turn the contest towards something more cerebral. You are irritating and a bit of a whiner, but you are incredibly adept at grasping abstract concepts quickly, which makes you invaluable for dealing with Qyrl's wiles. Your feeling that the betweener war is futile is the reason that you have yet to choose a side. You never experienced the Hunt, and have received little indoctrination about the land-dwellers. You think that swimming on Unsea might be a superb challenge, and wish to try it, but you are quiet about such desires around other Rokea. Someday, you'll find a way to get them onto land.

## Stats

**Breed:** Squamus

**Auspice:** Darkwater

**Species:** Great White

**Nature/Demeanor**: Competitor/Jester

**Physical:** Strength 1, Dexterity 3, Stamina 2

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

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

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

**Skills:** Etiquette 1, Stealth 2, Survival 2

**Knowledges:** Enigmas 4, Occult: 3, Rituals 3

**Backgrounds:** Remora 2, Rites 3, Totem 2

**Gifts:** Sense Threat, Silent Sending

**Rage:** 5

**Gnosis**: 6

**Willpower:** 7

## Quote

*"I could be as brash as you if I were 30 feet long, too."*