Over the Hedge: Journey of the Lost
The Scottish Fisherman
Alias: Seamus Silverscale
Apparent Age: Early Forties
The wildness that infuses a Beast gives her a supernatural affinity with animals. A Beast gains the benefit of the 8 again rule when using the Animal Ken Skill, and receives a free Speciality for the one animal that most reflects the Beast’s seeming. That same wild nature gives a Beast a powerful personal magnetism. A Beast’s player can spend points of Glamour to add to dice pools involving Presence and Composure. Each point of Glamour spent adds one die to one dice pool.
Although the Beasts regained their consciousness when they came through the Hedge, their time as beings of thoughtless instinct has taken its toll on each of them, and most find it very hard to make use of academic or trained skills. A Beast’s player suffers a -4 dice untrained penalty when trying to use a Mental skill in which the character has no dots. Further, although Beasts can be very clever indeed, they’re out of practice making those leaps of ingenuity that so characterize human genius. A Beast’s player doesn’t re-roll 10s when using a dice pool involving Intelligence.
When you need an honest opinion, Seamus is the man to go to. While tact and subtlety are not entirely unknown to this shark-skinned fisherman, he often finds that raising his voice works just as well. While at heart a good natured and amiable fellow, his brash and often intimidating manner tends to put people off. He earns his living as a butcher at Pettinuzzo’s Independent Grocer, but frequently sidelines as a peddler of hedge-caught delights. He is a great believer in the virtues of hard work, and likes to see that people are rewarded for their efforts, but he has no patience for those who victimize others, and is not above using violence to get his point across.
Seamus lived as a fisherman off the coast of Scotland in the mid 1920’s, but found his way into Arcadia when he went walking on the wrong stretch of beach on a moonlight night. He says it was a mermaid with hair the colour of moonlight on wet sand who dragged him across the hedge, though he remembers the thorns as a jagged wall of coral that tore away his soft human skin and sentimentalities and left shark scales and bloodlust behind. What he remembers from his durance is a blur of frenzied hunger, thrashing prey, and endless miles of dark water. He doesn’t know how he escaped, but credits Hana wish saving his life, claiming that he’d have been torn apart by hobgoblins if she hadn’t found him. Though they were lovers once, he and Hana now share an intimate, but platonic friendship.7