NOTE: Karen Rogers is the current identity used.

Karen Rogers died just after high school and was buried in a now disused cemetery in an abandoned part of a city. Sandra found the gravestone, and realized the girl would be the same age as Susan. Given that the area was deserted, there was a very good chance that any family or friends Karen had had moved away.

With the help of Anna Richards, Sandra Dee was able to swap out and replace records in the town hall, once more making Karen Rogers a living breathing person. She even graduated from a prestigious University thanks to the aid of Lady Dorian Gray who was at the time working temporarily at Yale. Once all of the documentation was in place, proper channels were used to obtain copies including of a birth certificate and social security card.

Then Karen Rogers, who had studied American History at Yale with a focus on the 1800s Old West and Black Foot Indians, and spent some years in Ireland upon graduation, walked into a DMV and obtained a Motorcycle Driver's License.

Karen Rogers was born in Stamford Connecticut, and is the world's foremost expert and impersonator of the Legendary Old West Outlaw Susan O'Riley.
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Description: Susan has the fiery hair inherited from her father, and the Indian skin she gained from her mother. Her eyes are emerald green, while her teeth have been well stained from plenty of black coffee and hand-rolled cigars. A scar claims the entire left side of her face, a silent witness to some past horror endured. There is no fat on her, yet hidden under her skin is inconspicuous but strong muscle. She favors flannel shirts and denim jeans, along with her traveled boots and trusty hat.

She wears a gun-belt with a revolver on both hips, two crossed bandoleers across her chest containing both .45 and shotgun rounds, and attached to the back of this are attached to angled holsters which hold her Colt Army Revolvers. These are out of sight owing to her often wearing a duster, which also conceals the Schofield Revolver hidden in a holster at the small of her back. As much firepower as she holds on her person, she allows also for a bullwhip and Bowie knife hooked to her belt. If you think she depends on weapons alone to get her out of trouble, a single look at her scarred knuckles will tell a different story...

Psychological Evaluation as performed by Dr. Dorian Gray: Sandra did not request this, and given how fiercely protective she is of Susan I might well be taking my very life in my hands writing it. Still, have done so for everyone else including myself and Sandra, so I will finish what I started and do this one as well.

Susan came to us from one hundred years in the past, through a rip created by accident by my former assistant Ezra Moss. She was being chased by a man named Clay, he had been after her for two years.

Clay attempted to kill Zara for two reasons; she was black and dared to speak to him. Zara was fine as Reggie had given her his bullet proof vest to wear, but Susan retaliated on her behalf by breaking cover and firing every bullet she had into Clay, Then, to finish up, she tossed a lit stick of dynamite into the cabin he was holed up in. As he had just tried to kill our friend, we did not mind her actions.

Afterward she realized she was out in the open, and had no bullets left. Sammy had recognized her as a famous outlaw, so we had some idea who she was as we approached without weapons and introduced ourselves in a friendly manner. She was quick to relax around us, very quick for someone hunted for two years I would think.

She's half Irish-American (father's side), and Half Native American (Blackfoot, mother's side). Her history you can read about in any number of books I'm sure, whereas I am interested in the actual person the legend is based around.

Sandra ordered myself and Dr. Pigg to tell Susan of the modern world, and while she had very limited schooling s befit the time period she's from she had no issue grasping everything we told her. She never considered anything we explained to her or showed her as being impossible, or made by magic. She also was able to live by her wits and quick thinking as a possee chased her for two long years, so all facts in evidence I suspect Susan actually has a higher IQ.

She bet her own soul to win Anna's back, dragged her back to camp on a litter she made herself, and fought Sandra who was going to kill Anna for being possessed. In these actions, she demonstrated loyalty beyond question.

She and Sandra ended up in the shower together, and something literally magickal happened between the two; Sandra explained what of it she could, but I'm saving that for a stand alone paper.

Because of what happened, they are now Alpha and Beta. It could be seen as a type of marriage, but not exactly. Susan will do anything Sandra tells her to do when she's told, even rubbing Sandra pussy in public with people watching while having her own breast openly fondled by her Alpha. Susan will always make sure her Sandra has the very best of everything before anyone else in the group, and Sandra will always make sure Susan gets the best of what's left. They are deeply in love and in-separatable on a level that makes my heart glad anytime I see it. If anyone ever hurts one, they will shortly know the wrath of the other.

Susan is very blunt, and honest in what she says and her feelings. She doesn't show any care in what others, save perhaps Sandra, think about her, and she'll ask a question about what she doesn't know instead of fake it so she doesn't look stupid. Sandra is very much the same, which may be a factor in how the Bond between them was able to work. They also were quick to settle things about Anna with their fists, so again they have a another thing in common.

Sandra Dee is without a doubt one of the most powerful and strongest people I've ever met. Now she has a woman very much like her, a actual living legend, as her faithful lover and guardian. Talk about a power couple...

Aside from being loyal and intelligent, Susan showed herself fully capable with her firearms when fighting Clay. She can also correctly use explosives without blowing herself or us up, so a big plus there. Sandra has already taken under her wing to train her to be a Demon Hunter, not the kind as the rest of us but like Sandra herself complete with a bit of magickal ability worked in.

She's an asset in every single way, I'm very sorry Ezra was lost but I never could have hoped for such a good replacement in the party.

Evaluation Ended.



History: An Irishman sought for the murder of some English back in Ireland arrived in America, and two things happened immediately upon his landing; he was made an American Citizen, and drafted into the Confederate Army. His skills which led to the death of the English men back in his homeland were welcomed here, and he found himself in the position of a sniper. He met another sniper, a Native American, and they related well over oppression and wanting freedom from such. This man had a sister, and before the year was out she was the Irishman's wife.

Susan was born in 1862, and after the end of the War had as good a life as her parents were able to provide; she learned early on about the disdain for Native Americans, and found to a lesser degree it applied to the Irish as well. Her father had trouble finding work owing to an injury he had suffered in the service; he had a Union soldier in his sights, but lowered his weapon when the other man begged for his life. In payment, the stranger shot Susan's father in the knee crippling his leg.

Her parents taught her as best they could, which allowed her to learn both the tongues of her mother and father's People. She was also told many stories of ghosts and spirits by both, as well as Fairies by her father. Once in a while a traveling teacher would come through, willing to teach the girl some basic things in trade for lodgings and food.

Susan was very much a tomboy, which delighted her father; he took her hunting when his leg allowed, taught her all he knew of guns, and when she got into a fight with some boys her age all he wanted to know was how bad she beat them up.

Susan loved life, that would be the easiest way to put it; she enjoyed all the sins, from drinking to smoking to unmarried sex, and playing the paste boards to pay for her hedonistic lifestyle. While many spurned her because of her blood, there was always someone who wanted her money for a bottle or a trip between her legs.

It isn't a surprise then that she landed in jail on a number of occasions, to sleep it off and back out she'd go. That was until one night when the sheriff had a fight with his wife who didn't want to share a bed with him that evening, and he sought to solve his problems by drinking. This drowned what rational thought he had, and he ended up at the jail at midnight to order to deputy to leave. After the man did, the sheriff unlocked Susan's cell and woke her up in a most rude fashion, countering her cries for help with slurs about half breeds. His intentions stopped suddenly however, and he fell over dead in front of a woman who had managed to get the gun from his belt. The Deputy was not far away, and ran back in; upon seeing the dead Sheriff and Susan holding a smoking gun, he drew. Knowing he would kill her, Susan fired again and sent another soul on its way.

Terrified Susan ran back home, and babbled to her parents everything that had happened. They did not blame her, but knew she was in danger; an Indian or a woman killing two lawmen regardless of the reason would face a harsh sentence from the court, but a blend of the two might never last long enough to see the judge.

Susan's mother packed some things quickly and the two women left, her father not able to go due to his bad leg. He kissed her cheek, dried her tears, and told her to always stand up to the bullies in this world. Then she left, never to see him again.

Susan's mother was from the Blackfoot Tribe, and that was where they headed; her People lived in the Great Plains area, but traveled after the bison and traveled commonly far into Canada. Susan was entrusted with relatives, and then her mom returned back to her dad.

Susan had no idea what to expect, but she loved the physical life and had no problem doing chores; she did however think they were boring, and wanted to do what the men did. She kept trying to get involved in their games and go out on hunts, but kept being told such was not allowed. Finally one Brave was fed up with her belly aching, and told her if she defeated him in a wrestling match she could take his place on a hunt and he would in turn do her chores; he got laughed at for a solid month, and Susan downed a bison using an old rusty rifle some settler had pawned off on the tribe.

After a time the tribe went to war with another, and Susan wished to go. Again she was not allowed in a man's place, but she took the old gun from her hunt and an aging horse to ride, and followed after the Braves. They saw her, and a few rode back to send her home, but yell as they might she kept dragging after. The men finally shrugged, and called her 'Stone' for the fact she was unmovable even if it was best for her.

When the battle happened she spurred her horse on as fast as it could manage, aiming with her gun as she did so; she fired shot after shot, using everything her father had taught her about sniping an enemy. She never hit a single brave, but lightly grazed their horses causing them to buck and their riders to fall; she then rode up and took the horse, leaving the man alive and well on the ground. She returned to her tribe with seven horses, and gained the name Fire Hair.

Fire Hair was then free to wrestle with the men, to hunt, to fight for the tribe. A number of men tried to take her as a wife, but she was too wild to settle down. One day, she left with the braves to track more bison.

When they returned, their camp had been wiped out. Evidence left behind showed it was the Calvary, and Susan's blood boiled dangerously. She turned her horse around without a word and rode toward the local fort, and waited in some trees for night to fall. When it did, by moonlight alone, she shot and killed the lookout. An alarm sounded and she waited again, counting her breaths as she waited for her opening. Finally it happened, and several soldiers were sent out to check the surrounding area. Went one got close to her, she jumped up from her crouch and slit his throat while placing her hand over his mouth.

After a while, the troops were called back into the fort and all were accounted for. One however slipped away when not noticed, and again waited. Several men were put on alert and stood watch at the walls in case of another attack, but the fox was already in the hen house. Silent and deadly, Susan entered the barracks and drew her blades across the sleeping forms she found there. Then she made her way into the Commander's Quarters and added him to her count, all while the few remaining soldiers stared into the darkness at nothing. Then, with the Commander's own revolver, she openly walked out into the open and finished off the rest.

It would have been one of the biggest mass murder to ever happen at a fort, except no one knew about it; the Army couldn't believe Indians could get past all defenses, enter a fort, and kill every last man stationed there. They outright refused to believe the Native Americans were that skillful, plus it was a terrible blot on the Army's reputation. So, they covered it up, and said nothing to anyone.

After that Susan went on living her life, but did as her father had told her and never suffered bullies; she robbed stage coaches and gave the money to starving immigrant and Native American families, killed crooked Indian Agents who were holding back goods to sell on the black market, kidnapped a mine owner who was working his Irish employees literally to death and dropped him down a mine-shaft, and found good work bringing in very bad people for good money; most of them didn't want to go which was fine with her, a bullet was cheap and rope not much more, and dead bodies don't whine. Plus it saves the sheriff and judge the bother, and keeps the undertaker employed.

Of course there were those opposed to Susan, who disliked her actions to a very large degree; so much so, they issued bounties on her. Susan wasn't one to run from a fight however, and thought to equip herself should she run into anyone looking to cash in on her hide. She picked up a new trick or two as she traveled, but never forgot to enjoy life while she was at it.

In 1885 Susan stumbled into the town of Mobeetie, Texas, a place that was everything she was looking for; it was in the middle of nowhere, they had a saloon, they didn't care about her skin color as long as she had money, and no one there knew who she was.

She was having a grand time but she wasn't done drinking when a man advanced on her. He didn't understand the word 'No', and got forceful. Susan didn't bother with any of her hardware, just hauled off and punched him in the face; he stumbled backward and fell, hitting his head on a table. The local doctor pronounced him dead, by way of a broken neck.

The Sheriff took her in promising her a fair trial, citing there were plenty of witnesses, and so on. When night fell and she heard angry voices outside, she said something to  the lawman about it; in a bored fashion he told her she probably shouldn't have killed the son of the town's mayor, and the largest cattle rancher around who kept the Mobeetie alive. It was clear now the lawman had lied to her, he had known she'd get lynched and wasn't about to stop it. He felt perfectly safe now that he had taken all of her weapons, figuring she was simply a lamb to the slaughter at that point. He even came to get her out of the cell, and toss her outside to the mob.

In that moment, he realized he should have checked her boots. That, and a .41 caliber rim-fire round, was the last thing to go through his mind.

Susan was swift in her actions, gathering up her weapons and piling on what she found in the jail along with any ammo she could find. Then, she blew out the lantern and crouched under the front window.

There were murmurings from the crowd, then someone called out for the Sheriff. Susan remained where she was and silent, until she heard someone approaching; she sprang up swiftly, fired once, and was down again before the body thudded to the ground. She had reloaded that single shot by the time someone cried out to rush the jail, and a couple of seconds later they too were no more.

Susan was unsure of exactly what she would do, until she heard people saying they'd get armed from the general store and simple open up on the building and kill her in the process; while they made ready she too put plans in place, sneaking over to and reaching up to grab the lamp she'd snuffed out. She chanced a very quick look, and saw a couple of people handing out boxes of ammunition for the rifles and revolvers the mob was passing around. Knowing she had almost no time, she acted fast;

With a match she lit the lantern, and stood swiftly with it in her hand. Throwing as hard as she could, she aimed it for the two men with the bullets; she hid again but heard a crash, then screams and shouts, followed by rounds firing off. She was armed and ready, standing once more to deliver justice fast and final on these blood-thirsty townsfolk. Her repeating rifle fired again and again, over and over; anyone with or near a gun was fair game to her. Nine more bodies rested outside, then she heard a creak and stooped to grab her shotgun as she turned around; someone had a spare key to the back door and had meant to surprise her along with three of his friends, sadly for them the shotgun was a repeater and held six rounds.

She cut off their gunbelts for the ammo, made sure the way was clear, and ran out of the jail. There was still some screaming going on, but she knew eventually everyone would come back to their senses and want her in the worst non-fun way. She broke into buildings she passed, stole whatever she could find that might aid her that she could find in a few seconds, and when she found a horse she mounted it and rode hard.

She rode until daybreak, and kept riding until the exhausted horse collapsed under her. She had thought her distraction was enough to buy her a good lead, and sacrificing the horse would put her out of reach of a posse for the immediate future; she realized she was wrong when she saw the dusk cloud, and ran as fast as she could for some rocks. She made ready, and as soon as the first rider was within range of her Sharps she opened up and got him right through the left eye. She had to reload the powerful gun by hand, but still managed to squeeze off another shot before all of the men found cover.

The posse had been all fired up for a lucky bullet to take her out, but Susan was well hidden in the rocks plus she had picked a good vantage point. They tried taking pot shots, but then Susan got an idea fired a round right into the head of a horse. The men reacted out of instinct and rushed out to save the others; thanks to her ten shot LeMat rifle, ten men realized the trap too late. Finally, a voice sounded out.

"You, Halfbreed! You don't know me, but you killed my son! You didn't care about his name so I reckon you don't give a damn about learning mine either, but there's some things about me you should know! One, I'm rich, richer than a man should be, two I know a lot of people in a lot of towns, states, and territories, and three I always get what I want! And what I want, is you dead! You got us good this day, but you're stupid if you think this is anywhere near over; it's never going to end, not until I've got your filthy scalp in my hands! I'm going to shut down my ranch, and assign every last hand I have to hunting you down. I'm going to wire every town I can think of and put up notices, offer bigger rewards for you than those low lifes ever dreamed of! Go ahead, run, I won't stop you! But my next posse, it will never, ever stop! I'll use my funds to hire men in every town it passes through, recruit the best shooters, killers and trackers! You will never know peace, will always be looking over your shoulder, a gun will always be aimed at your back! Now go if you're going, I'll take these men back with me after you leave! But if you try to come out after me here and now, you'll be in clear ground before you get close!"

Susan opted to run, and she continued to do just that for a year; states blurred together, she only stopped in the tiniest and most secluded of towns to get supplies, then moved on again. Even this didn't protect her fully, and her guns spoke more than once on her travels. She turned 24 on the run, spending a year traveling all over the US in hopes of knowing peace.

She eventually headed up to Canada, hoping the Posse would give up and not chase her so far; she was wrong, they would not let her go after so long and followed her into another country. She knew the land and they didn't however, so she used that against her pursuers and led then into the toughest areas. Little by little she wore them down, bit by bit she shaved their numbers with bullets, yet it gave her no comfort since those left were the toughest and most determined.

At last it was down to a single man, by name of Robert Clay Allison. Clay had actually settled in Mobeetie, Texas, and married his wife there, but that was after several men lost their lives to Clay. The exact number wasn't clear, but he had served in the Confederate Army and had skills that rivaled Susan's own. He was said to have once carried a decapitated head into a saloon, and was known to be an active participant in lynch mobs and vigilante groups. He had been out front of the jail the night Susan got away, and he had joined the first posse that came after her. He never let a man he was after get away from him, and he wasn't about to bare the shame of a woman and a half blood at that breaking his record. He had a tin star pinned to his chest from Mobeetie, Texas in a feeble attempt to look legal, but a bullet in her body was all he cared about.

Their game of cat and mouse stretched on and on, Susan even opting to return to the US in hopes of shaking him. She entered by way of New Jersey, and managed to find a thick and wild piece of nature called the Pine Barrens. Clay had managed to wear her down by the time she was entering the state, she was low on options, so thinking this a good spot to hide she headed in.

Now for the end of the story, what became of Susan? That alas is an answer that cannot be given, for no one knows it; she never emerged from the Pine Barrens, nor was she ever seen again. A common thought was Clay finally did her in out there in the wilderness, yet that seems unlikely as he was never seen again either; his wife claimed he returned home fine and well, yet in almost the same breath announced he had fallen while climbing a ladder and broke his neck. She paid for a casket and it was buried, but no one saw inside save for her and the Undertaker. A few rumor Clay never did come back, that Susan was the first on the draw in that final fight and his wife couldn't live with the shame of her deadly man being done in by some half-breed woman.

The Pine Barrens are ancient, and hold many secrets; perhaps, if you're lucky, it will share one or two with you. Hope you survive...