Name :: Cap'n Hook'er
Hometown :: 26 latitude, 72 longitude
Age:: 27
Weight:: worth 140 pounds in spanish gold dubloons
H eight:: 5'6 (slightly over 1/2 plank)
Signature move:: The Squashbuckler

Raised on a Carnival Cruise ship, Captain Hook'er was forced to be cocktail girl at galley-slave wages to a bunch of puffed-up, horn-dog, pompous rich old farts for most of her young life. Living this thankless and broke-ass way of life, Hook'er swiftly learned to escape drunken philanderings with some seriously well-placed kicks, all the while laying HER roving hands on unsuspecting wallets and half-finished pina coladas. Harrowing though the feel-copping evasions may have been, the experience instilled in her three very important things: a love of rum, a deep appreciation for the feel of a fist-face connection, and the realization that a life of illicit thievery was way more profitable than working for the man. Awaking one day with a raging hangover, Hook'er finally had enough and staged a bloody mutiny, claiming the yacht as her own and forcing the patrons who had so ill-treated her to walk a makeshift plank into the depths below. After sailing five of the seven seas and racking up as much booty as she could muster, Hook'er and her crew took to port in a little city called Boston, well known for its drunken carousing. While there she met the women of B.L.O.W.W., and after several bouts of trying to drink them all under the table (sometimes winning, sometimes not), she decided to stay on for a while to hone some of her ass-kicking skills. Her eventual goal is to make the girls rotating members of her pirate crew.

BLOWW Record:: 5 - 3 - 0