I am: Kerri Westhelm
But everyone will know the name of: Porcelain
I've managed to live for this long: 31
Why yes, I am a: Human
I stand at: 5'11"
I'm insulted. Can't you tell I'm a: Female, I mean for the love of all things shiny, they aren't even close to small.
Everyone will come to recognize me: http://s126.photobucket.com/albums/p109/Havenofcantha/Random%20awesome/?action=view&current=girlvamp.jpg Pretty damn good for 31 huh?
I'm a proud member of the: The Seventh Sanctum
People refer to me as a: Pirate Medic, Or just Doc.
I never face a battle without my trusty: Daggers. I have 10. Eight of them are carefully secured on my person at all times. I am skilled with knives of all sorts. Helps that I have some training in Martial arts as well.
Oh, and it helps that I have this: Three metal rings on her left arm. Each contains a purplish pink liquid. By pushing a small button on any one of them, she can inject adrenaline directly into her blood stream. One of her earlier experiments.
Amongst my crew, I'm known to be: Generally, Sweet. Great sense of humor and far from shy. Sometimes, I'm a smart-ass, but then, what pirate isn't? Only problem is, I have a temper and when I snap, I throw things. Pretty sure I can out-shout any one of the crew if I tried. Not to mention my tendency to throw heavy objects at the person who pissed me off, often its Rant. He isnt all bad though. On that note, I've been called a nerd, and even a know it all. I love to learn, anything and everything I can.
Listen carefully, I'll be going down in history: My story is pretty simple, nothing fancy. Well, I was born on some backwater planet that no one remembers the name of. Pops was a traveling doctor. We would hitch rides to get from place to place until someone hired him on. Mum, she was beautiful. All smiles and stories. My facination with Pirates came from her. She would tell tales, old ones, new ones..some I am pretty sure she invented. The way she portrayed them, outlaws yes, but free of the responsibilities and rules forced on the rest of us. Sounded too good to be true. That is how I spent my days. I would bounce between watching deep, vicious wounds get fixed up and tales of freedom from my mum. Hell when I was 10, I started learning. Seemed someone was always looking to hire a good doctor, Might as well continue the trade.

Ah, how simple life was then. When I turned 20, My father passed away and Mum, well she became a pirate. I think she always wanted too, may have been before dad too. Her love for dad and I, just wouldn't let her. But I was a grown woman, I had taken my father's profession and she was free. I don't blame her for leaving. For years, I signed on to ships that needed a medic for short periods of time. Never stayed with one long. On the rare occasion, I got a letter from her. She always seemed to know where I was at. I didn't bother to ask how. Her stories were more real now because she was involved. She was living them and my fascination grew. So, go figure, I'm here.

One night, I was sitting in a bar, listening to this man chatting up a storm about his "adventures" from back in his day. Cliche as hell but never fails to be an amussing tale, when I hear a bit of conversation off to my side. Something about needing a new medic..So I exucsed myself, went and offered my services. Without knowing it, I walked right up to the Captain of a Pirate ship, And said I'm your girl. I was a little shocked when I realized what I had just signed up for. But the crew was great and the ship felt like home. So I stayed and here I am still...Can't remember how many years its been. Don't honestly care.