Escapades of Demi God, a Gypsy and Rogue:

  McMillan's Saga: The comments and stories here after in this thread a spread throughout S.T.E.A.M's adventures and maybe independent of as McMillan is a enigma of sorts but also may be a sideline or an event in parallel. Like many adventures and teams: There is a common thread that pulls her back to her compatriots and also that which pulls her to tend to matters that need attention. And sometimes just sometimes Laine will find herself in usual situations just by her new found friendships. We pick up with McMillan after she has learned about the true power behind her brand. Iron Forged by the Gods, Celestial fire used for heat.. These things left the Mark of the Gods upon her and in her. Her shot is true, reflexes quick. A bit of metal work herself, tinker and chemist all from arcane knowledge that flows through her, makes her a master a weapons, ammo, and locks and traps. Aging disrupted by time and power .. a women caught between here and there looking upon her 4...

 Laine McMillan :  Rogue of the MacMillan Clan  I am Laine McMillan ..now I just go by McMillan. Caught in the 1800s fleeing through time landing in the wild west.. A vast place to disappear. I try not to waste words. And when I do there is an accompanied grunt, swear, spit slur to fit my role and keep people at bay.. I don't like to get close to people in any real way. Trust is a luxury that is of infinite cost. If my boots are up my hat is down..most likely I have had a couple drams of good whiskey. my gun is free in the holster just in case. Long knife with the etched MacMillan family cross. Sheathed to the side. My dog and horse are the best parts of me and maybe the most human even though they look very much of gears. My time of origin is from the distant future 3245. The world is a mash of realities and those sworn to protect are hunted by the order and their minions. Demonic forms capture mind soul body..turning friend to foe.. It was this very thing that cause...