Losing her parents to a car crash at the age of 6, Millicent came to live with her paternal grandmother, Edith. Though well meaning, Edith was in poor health and was seldom able to do much to look after the girl, so she was mostly left to her own devices. When Millicent was 16 her grandmother died and she spent a month in a foster home before running away and beginning a life on the streets. With no applicable skills and a strong disdain for authority, she found employment prospects to be dim. She worked as a waitress briefly, but was caught stealing from the register and fired. She resolved to be more careful and quickly learned to make ends meet primarily through petty theft. Pick-pocketing, disappearing in the night with dates' wallets, even the odd spot of car theft; she found that she did in fact have a skill that paid well, though it left most of the bridges she made in cinders. As always, she resolved, she'd rely on herself and trust nothing but her own wits. As time went by, her methods became more sophisticated and she found that she could often talk people out of their valuables just as easily as she could snatch them. Eventually she stole from the wrong people and was caught, but narrowly escaped. Now on the run, she fled to Montreal to start over. Within a few months she met a wealthy consultant who offered to fly her to Paris with him and start a life together. She accepted and once they returned to his home she fleeced him and hit the road again.
It was easy to disappear in Europe, staying in hostels or grifting her way from home to home and taking what she could. She tended to stick to tourist-heavy areas and typically avoided robbing locals, preferring obviously unwary sight-seers. In all the years she'd been on the street, however, she'd seldom had anyone to rely on or get close to. People were meal tickets, opportunities to lead her to a payday or a few nights somewhere comfortable or a ride down the road, one-time resources to be fully exploited and abandoned as soon as their immediate usefulness had reached its limit. As time went on her instability led to one harrowing experience after another with no real respite or sense of safety in between. From close calls with authorities or dangerous criminals to violent reprisals from those she was actually caught by, the years of chaos added up and took their toll. Her isolation turned to paranoia and her mind began to unravel. With no one to support her or even help her tell reality from her own fanciful misapprehensions, the outcome was all but inevitable.
Now wandering in a fog of real and imagined threats, she made her way East. By the time the outbreaks began in 2017, she found herself imprisoned on Storozh for car theft and assaulting the police officer who apprehended her. As the infection spread throughout the facility she escaped with a group of fleeing prisoners and swam to the mainland. Falling in with bandits, in time she robbed and abandoned them as well, striking it out on her own. For a time she wandered South Zagoria holding up unwary travelers, sneaking into settlements, and taking what she could, once again treating the living as little more than walking bags of goods or tickets to much larger bags of goods.
Everything changed when she came across a strange camp near Zelenogorsk. Drawn to the place by the incoherent chattering that filled her thoughts, she drew closer and was eventually invited inside. Within she found an unlikely peace, a calm eye of the surrounding storm of her tortured mind. She became close to the people there, learning to care for other people for the first time in her life, though some filled her with dread. Glimpsing horrors from the periphery, she arrived just in time for the camp to begin to come apart at the seams. As the old leadership died or fled she joined those left behind and now does her best to help keep her new home in one piece.