<div class="floatright">(http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc188/rowantree13/MorganHoyt.png)</div>Name: Morgan Hoyt (nickname to follow later)<br/>Age: 23<br/>Alliance: Member of the All-Sorts<br/>Job: Delivery boy for the bakery, driver and occasional thief for the All-Sorts<br/>Gender: Female<br/>Preferences: She is sweet on the ladies, and finds a strong woman... interesting in a good way.<br/>Backstory: Beginning life in an orphanage with some sour-faced nuns that she despised and a name that she hated, the child that would grow up to be Morgan Hoyt left at the age of seven years old. Being chased off by the older boy's gangs and dodging constables that were trying to take hoodlums off the streets of Anchor Town, she found herself backstage at a theatre, entranced by all the costumes, the glittering lights and the women that were singing, dancing, and otherwise performing. One of them noticed the little girl and asked where her mother was; the girl gave a shake of her head, looking up at the woman with big, pleading green eyes.<br/>A copper, huffing and puffing from exertion, ran in about fifteen minutes later. "Hey, you, dame! I've been chasing a little kid through here, red haired little thing, escaped from a refuge or something-" He pointed at a small child at the woman's leg. "About that size, too!" He was about to reach out and pull off the child's cap, when the woman's voice stopped the officer. "Sir, I demand that you leave my nephew alone!"<br/>The child lifted 'his' head, showing short red hair and green eyes beneath a newsie cap, clad in a small shirt, wool pants and suspenders. The officer hastily apologized, turning quickly to leave. The child looked up at the woman, grinning happily.<br/>That was the first meeting between Ms. Henrietta DuBois and the kid, named Morgan Hoyt after the orphanage that connected two streets at a corner.<br/>For all the years that followed, Henrietta would be a mentor and surrogate parent for young Morgan, and the kid would be willing to do nearly anything to please her 'mama', as she was affectionately known. The knowledge that Ms. DuBois was part of an underground gang didn't drive Morgan away, but encouraged the kid to try and 'help'. A few misfires, and Morgan found a job as a delivery boy for the bakery at the age of thirteen.<br/>Ten years, several boxing and shooting lessons later, a more confident Morgan Hoyt reappeared, ready to get moonshine and giggle water for thirsty patrons at the 'Rainbow Cake' bar, and flirt with some of the Janes while doing it.