<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/xDtjNcV/xx-KJsg-L-d.jpg)</div><strong>Viola the violent (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299038.msg14627229#msg14627229)</strong><br/><strong>HP:</strong>15 / 15<strong>Armor Class:</strong>16<strong>Touch Armor Class:</strong>16<strong>Flat Footed Armor Class:</strong>10<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>13 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=129529)<br/><strong>Speed:</strong>30ft<strong>CMD:</strong>15<strong>Saving Throws:</strong>Fort +3; Ref +8; Will -1<br/><strong>Grit:</strong>0 / 1<strong>Ammo:</strong>1 / 47<br/><strong>Tagging: Everyone, Rovana, Dead men walking, people trying to steal Violas rightful position</strong><br/>Viola glared at her gun for just a moment as the ship began to sail away from the docks, thinking to herself in frustration from the pitiful display that the weapon caused, her pride deeply bruised. The young pirate loaded another round into her gun before turning to listen to the captain, and the bickering of the crew that followed. Viola felt a fire in her gut as anger rose from deep inside her, taking only a moment to plan her next move. With a stubborn confidence Viola marched almost within arms length of the blonde warrior, smoothly lifting her arm, pressing her gun against the back of her head, her finger on the guard of the trigger. "There will be no more discussion, I am the first mate, one of you go down bellow to help the captain,the rest can start telling me what you're good for." She said with a cold confidence honed at many balls and feasts, her eyes shifting across every crew member smoothly, without the gun she'd look rather comical trying to intimidate anyone next to the towering girl, and to some she still might despite the weapon.