Here's who I would like to bring to the party ...Name:
Juan Sánchez Villa-Lobos RamírezDivine Parent:
Manannan Mac Lir [Tuatha de Dannan]Nature :
Ramírez is a charming rogue, a gambler, a daredevil, entirely too fond of wine, women and song (preferably all the same time), but harbours an intense loyalty to his friends, and portrays himself as a rather unwilling knight in shining armour (though has never turned his back on a damsel in distress). Some would say the rough exterior he presents is something less than what hides beneath.History:
Ramírez was born into a wealthy cattle ranching family in Brazil. Growing up he was told his father had been a sailor, a captain whose ship was lost years before in the Devil's Triangle, though little was said and the topic quickly changed. As he grew older he caught snippits of conversations indicating his father had simply been a sailor that had seduced his mother and left, though such was never said to his face.
It seemed that the sea might claim him too, as he seemed always to feel it's pull, and at 17 he ran away from home, joining a merchant ship crew, determined to find his father, or what had happened to him.
Ten years later, he had sailed around a fair portion of the world, though most of the time was spent between the Bay of Bengal and the Sea of Japan. He had ended up involved in the grey markets, smuggling goods, information and occasionally people around South East Asia, with connections in what seemed like every port. He ran a few jobs for a Swiss businessman in Singapore, a collector of antiquities with an eye for strange, old bits and pieces.
Ramírez never knew quite what it was that he delivered that last time. Some odd statuette, whatever it was it seemed to produce unearthly excitement from his buyer. Unfortunately it also produced automatic pistols from the businessman's bodyguards, and his crew being systematically cut down. Ramírez himself went overboard from his vessel, two bullets in his back, the last word he heard werewolf
Death did not claim him, as he sank into the dark water. Instead something seemed to explode within his head, a voice, or the memory of a voice, telling him that he was a son of the oceans, and the water would always be his. His head cleared and he found he could breathe as easily under the water as above it, and swim as fast as he could run. He made his way back to shore on Sentosa Island, a tall, bearded man stepping out the trees and introducing himself as his father.
The two spoke long into the night, and as the dawn sun rose, Ramírez found himself in a much stranger world than he had the day before. It wasn't easy to find out you were the son of an Irish sea-God, after all. Still, with his newfound knowledge and powers, he was in a much better position to take on these 'werewolves'. They started this ... he'd finish it.
He's been a Scion since the 1930s, was somewhat active in the run up to, and during, the Second World War, mostly fighting the Nazi Occult types, and quietly hunting for them after the war was over. Since that went quiet, he semi retired, spending a lot of time moving around South America and South East Asia. He's seeing more strange things cropping up in the world now, and knows that it's time to go active again.