Ashanti was born in the slums of colombia in the start of a particularly bad couple decades of turmoil. Earthquakes, drug wars, political and economic unrest left her home land full of competing hostile factions. She was a pretty girl, dark skin and african features like so many in the region. A local guerilla group opposed to some faction in federal power pressed her into service as a lookout and courier from practically the time she could walk and talk. When she got a little older she would dance and sing to entertain the men. She learned to fight, sneak, and even kill as well from the paramilitary group.

In another country, with social media and protection of real law, she might have become famous just from her natural gifts. Instead she was captured by a drug cartel when a deal went sour. She was not thankfully trafficked for her body in the usual way pretty teen girls are. Instead she was forced into blood sport for her crimes of being willful and vicious to those that would have used her the other way.

She spent a couple more years forced to fight at irregular intervals or work in the drug labs. To dance and sing more for the pleasure of those that penned her up like an animal.

Then the federal police and some UN troops raided the cartel compound. In the chaos she ended up fighting and killing several police and soldiers as well as the men most prominent among her jailors. Initially that landed her in juvenile prison right there in colombia. Solitary and likely condemned to a bleak future. But then orders came down from on high that she would be extradited to some place in canada as part of some sort of deal with the UN.

A foreign country but one with much better conditions so she called it a win. She spent another year there and just before she would be 18, and freed to probably become homeless and shipped back to Columbia, she was offered a future. Money, power, and a home in exchange for going through some medical trials she didn't really understand and agreeing to testify against several drug lords. She signed on the dotted line without ever even trying to read the fine print...

When she woke up a very different girl. Baby Blue skin with strange sapphire swirls, white hair. She was a couple inches taller, and already model worthy features refined to world class perfection. Everything seemed to move in slow motion, her feet never truly touching the ground anymore. Every wave of her hand stirred the air into life...