<br/>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9d/Berianna_Brown_Face.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Beriana Brown</span></span><br/><strong>Status:</strong>Lawful Neutral Male Half-Orc Monk<br/><strong>Location:</strong><br/><strong>With:</strong>Mathle<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Lantis<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">LN Medium half-orc monk<br/><strong>Init</strong> +2; <strong>Senses</strong> darkvision 60 feet, Perception +7<br/><strong>Aura</strong> none<br/><br/>Defense<br/><strong>AC</strong> 15, touch 15, flat-footed 13; (+2 Dex, +0 size)  <br/><strong>hp</strong> 6/9 (1D8+1)<br/><strong>Fort</strong> +3, <strong>Ref</strong> +4, <strong>Will</strong> +5<br/><strong>Defensive Abilities</strong><br/><br/>Offense<br/><strong>Spd</strong> 30 ft<br/><strong>Melee</strong> unarmed strike +4 (1d6+4)<br/><strong>Melee</strong> flurry unarmed strike +3/+3 (1d6+4/1d6+4)<br/><strong>Ranged</strong> shuriken +2 (1d2+4) <br/><strong>Ranged</strong> flurry shuriken +1/+1 (1d2+4/1d2+4)<br/><br/>Statistics<br/><strong>Str</strong> 18 <strong>Dex</strong> 14 <strong>Con</strong> 12 <strong>Int</strong> 12 <strong>Wis</strong> 16 <strong>Cha</strong> 7<br/><strong>Base Atk</strong> +0; <strong>CMB</strong> +4 (+6 grapple); <strong>CMD</strong> 19 (21 grapple)<br/><strong>Feats</strong> Improved Grapple; Intimidating Prowess<br/><strong>Skills</strong> Acrobatics +6, Intimidate +9, Profession (Sailor) +8, Sleight of Hand +7<br/><strong>Languages</strong> Common, Orcish, Giant<br/><strong>SQ</strong> none<br/><strong>Gear</strong> 10 shuriken<br/><br/>Special Abilities<br/>1/day - <em>stunning fist</em><br/>1/day - <em>orc ferocity</em><br/><br/></div></div><hr/><br/>Beriana sat alone, considering what he would do that night.  He had his rum, but he had only pretended to drink it.  He was going to have to do something about it soon.<br/><br/>As soon as the thought crossed his mind, his fellow half-orc and rigger joined him.  He tried to straighten up, as if posturing to attract her, but he was already sitting upright.<br/><br/>He didn't get a chance to speak with her earlier in the day.  Fate separated them.  It made him want to talk to her all the more.  And here she was.  There was an order to the sequence of events so far, and in those to come.<br/><br/>Beriana was not just looking at her.  With her proximity, he could smell her too.  He had been in the middle of a deep inward breath of air when she came close, and her scent entering his nose was like her essence filling his mind.<br/><br/>His stoic, neutral look softened.  As his eyes stared at the air blankly, the corners of his lips past his tusks curled up in a smile.  She smelled like a mermaid, and even though he never saw or heard such sirens of the sea for himself, he somehow instinctively knew the scent of the legendary creature.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Put your cup next to mine, and smile like I'm saying something you like, okay?"</em></strong><br/><br/>Her voice brought his attention to her lips.  Still smiling, he nodded dumbly and said,<strong>"Okay."</strong><br/><br/>Half-orc lips spoke a beautiful language he rarely heard before.  He felt calmness and serenity.<br/><br/>Then she touched him.  He felt electricity surging through his body.  He was aware of his surroundings - the crew can see what was happening here.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Now, laugh like I just said something funny."</em></strong><br/><br/>He felt her fingers on his chin.  It tickled, and he obeyed her again, laughing on cue.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Thanks for watching over me... making it so I wasn't interrupted last night, when I was... thinking."</em></strong><br/><br/>Beriana realized what she did, and followed her lead once more.  He took a sniff of the rum, then a sip, then a long swallow.  It tasted so much better than the previous night's ration.<br/><br/><strong><em>"We're going to have to think about getting control here.  I won't be much help in planning, but I can fight, and I can help the wounded.  The sadistic fuck that runs this ship is going to take one of us out.  It's only a matter of time."</em></strong><br/><br/>She seemed so sweet and elven, then a simple curse made her come off so aggressive and orcish the next moment.  He felt fire in his blood, but he inhaled her scent again and came even-tempered once more.<br/><br/>She sat to his right, and he reached around her waist with his closer arm until his big heavy hand rested on her hip.  Beriana was only a couple of inches taller than Mathle, but nearly doubled her mass.  Their alliance was becoming more sealed to everyone with every passing moment.  The destinies of Mathle and Beriana was now intertwined, as he wrapped his arm around her protectively.<br/><br/>With his free hand, he took another sip.<br/><br/><strong>"You seem to have a talent for planning, Mathle.  Just look at all you have accomplished."</strong><br/><br/>He tapped his drink to hers, then took another sip.  The rum was good, and they have united.<br/><br/><strong>"If anyone tries to take you out, they will have to go through me first.  Others are like-minded.  Like that one over there..."</strong><br/><br/>Beriana raised his cup, vaguely pointing at the half-elf male.  He seemed to be having some fun with that female human.  Or perhaps having another convincing charade of their own.  Or both.<br/><br/><strong>"Perhaps you can introduce yourself.  Get his name, say you're a... friend of mine.  See if he needs anything.  I have a way of separating people from their possessions.  Sometimes it's without their knowing.  Sometimes it's with their full knowledge."</strong><br/><br/>Beriana's hand patted the upper curve of Mathle's rump before stroking her hair.<br/><br/>Beriana looked for Barefoot.