Born in Hawaii on the big island to two ethnically well-blended parents -- a bit Chinese, a bit Caucasian, a bit native Hawaiian, a bit African -- Lucy is going to be a stunner when she's older. Right now, she's cute as a button.
Very much the tomboy, she was swimming and surfing when she was right out of diapers, and she loves the sea. After nearly drowning when she got rolled under the chop, she met Aumakua, a huge, scarred old shark god. Aumakua was tired of the ocean and wanted to explore the dryworld. Lucy agreed, and the shark saved her life.
Soon after, Aumakua got to explore the really dry world when Lucy's Mom got a transfer to the continental U.S., in a landlocked state where kids thought water deep enough for swimming always smelled like chlorine.
No surf. No sand. And the skills that won her acclaim back home, now pretty much useless. Everybody thinks she's weird. And she is. And she's getting weirder.
She dreams of the sea, and in her dreams she surfs while Aumakua circles around her, and when she wakes up she's soaked with brine, and there is seaweed and shells and sometimes lost Spanish gold tangled up in the sheets.
Sometimes she remembers things that haven't happened yet.
Aumakua can come to her during the day, too, swimming in the air as if it were water, cutting left and right, jaws unhinging, black inhuman eyes folding shut as sawblade teeth shear closed.
Feet 5 (Dodging +1, Kicking +1, P.E. +3).
Guts 3 (Courage +1, Wind +2, Wrestling +0).
Hands 2 (Blocking +0, Punching +0, Shop +0).
Brains 2 (Out-Think +3, Remember +1, Notice +1).
Face 3 (Charm +2, Connive +0, Putdown +0).
Mom and Dad 3; Crush (a boy she hasn't met yet but saw in a vision) 3; Aumakua
Appearance: Aumakua is a huge Megalithic protoshark, like a megaladon with more scars and more personality. He's huge and he swims through the aird in deceptively lazy curves, but he's lightning fast. His coal-black little eyes betray an intelligence and awareness his mundane cousins lack. He's not a shark, he's a shark god.
Personality: Imperious, arrogant and self-righteous, but doting and indulgent where Lucy is concerned. Aumakua can deny her nothing. For some reason he speaks with what Lucy imagines to be an upper-crust English accent.
Way to Hide: Aumakua can swim seas as vast as the whole ocean or as tiny as a single drop of sweat. He shrinks down to whatever scale he needs to fit into - a local puddle, a bottle of water, a drop of condensation on the side of a Coke can, or the moisture in the corner of your eye. If you look close, you can see him swimming around in there.
Favorite Thing: To reveal his terrible majesty to quivering mortals, and elicit the primal worship of fear from them. Lucy keeps this in check the best she can.
Locations 1-2: Dorsal Fin (6 dice, Useful [inspire primal terror], Tough x1, Awesome x2, Sharing)
Locations 3-4: Fins and Tail (8 dice, Defends, Useful [swim in air or water], Tough x1)
Locations 5-6: Coal-Black Eyes (6 dice, Useful [find the gates to the Dream Sea], Useful [see the reflections of the future], Useful [bring lost things back from the sea], Awesome x1, Sharing)
Locations 7-10: Great and Terrible Jaws (10 dice, Attacks, Useful [steal dreams], Awesome x2, Gnarly x4, Tough x3)
Aumakua is a pretty simple beast. He's got gigantic jaws that can horribly, horribly bite people. He's got a powerful tail that lets him swim through water or air at over 250 miles per hour. Seeing his dorsal fin cutting in the classic pattern triggers the crazies in people.
But he's got some tricky abilities, too. He can find the gates to the Dream Sea, the primal realm where sleepers go when they dream. He can see there, in the reflections of the sun on the water, flashes of the future. And if he catches a sleeper in the Dream Sea he can eat their dreams and know them inside and out.
Even weirder, Lucy shares his ability to enter the Dream Sea while she sleeps, and can remain lucid there. She too can see reflections of the future. She too can bring lost things back from the sea -- lost gold, lost socks, lost children, lost souls.
And when she's in a bad mood, Lucy too can inspire the primal terror of the deep, of dog-paddling in the ocean and seeing the great terrible fin slashing the water, closer and closer.