If you'd asked eight year old Morning Glory what she wished to do when she grew up, she'd eagerly tell you her plan to become a Bride of Ahlat, make her fortunes in war, seduce the god himself, then greacfuly accept his divorce at 27 to marry into a rich household so she could spoil her children outragously.
A flirtatious tomboy even then, she loved scrambling around on the rooftops of Kirghast with her brothers.
A few months later, though, the bi-monthly guild caravan rolled through, with all their spectacles and wonders from across the world, bearing a new product. When the guildsman offered her family a free sample of his new pipe fragrance, somethign called opium, a quite voice in her head, one she'd never heard before, held her back from trying it.
She watched over the next three years as her mother died of overdose, her sister sold herself to a brothel and her brothers into sweat shops to pay for their next fix.
Left alone in the world, with an aching drive for personal vengence, yet also to protect others from this criminal drug, she spent five years training in gymnastics, knife fighting and throwing from a retired Bride of Ahlat.
Now sixteen, she ran away to join a guild caravan circus, introducing herself as Chocolate. For two years, she secured her place as a trustworthy member of the guild, giving her all to becoming a star jongluer, actress, and courtesean, and reveling in it.
But on the night of her eighteenth birthday, Chocolate began her covert missions. Stealing clothes or just stripping nude, she set about a campaing of sabotaging the drug trade by breaking into the homes of supliers, destroying their stock, and robbing them blind.
The harder she struggled to complete her mission, the closer she felt to that voice that whipsered in her heart all those years ago not to touch the opium, 'til one day it spoke again. "You are my beloved chosen, Chocolate, here is the power you yearn for. How will you change the world?"
