Born in the shadow of a flooding storm, Sharon Mock has ever since navigated her life based on proximity to large bodies of water. When not leading temporal big-game safaris or pruning her garden of banzai bafflegab, she may be found calf-deep in ocean waves, attempting communion with passing Mollusca.
An erstwhile peripatetic, she is fluent in multiple languages, only one of which exists. Rumors of her involvement in that international kidnapping ring are entirely overblown. She is said to be terrible at lying about herself, but a master of obfuscation.