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Sara Goldberg
Character information
  1. Date of birth
    1989-11-27 (30 years old)
  2. Place of birth
    Wroclaw
  3. Nationality
    Polish
  4. Ethnicity
    Caucasian
  5. Languages
    Polish, English
  6. Relationship
    James Miller

Description

  1. Height
    167 cm
  2. Weight
    55 kg
  3. Build
    Petite, thin, low muscle tone.
  4. Hair
    Brown
  5. Eyes
    Gray
  6. Alignment
    Chaotic Good
  7. Occupation
    Photogrpher

Background

She was born in Wroclaw, Poland, where she lived for the first 21 years of her life. She used to study literature there but in the end, being a city hipster girl, she chose to move to Warsaw and pursue another field… and for private reasons. Sara grew to love her new place pretty fast and, after some time, also grew to love a Dutch photographer, James Miller, she met on-line and then – in the flesh. In the end the moved to the Netherlands.

Sara is an adrenaline junkie. She finds it extremely difficult to deal with mundanity of everyday, stable life. That's why, to keep her sanity, she pursues dangerous situations. One of her hobbies – photography – was perfect to help her getting her kicks as she kept going into warzones and most risky tourist destinations.

Her and James arrived in Miroslavl in April 2017. Everything was going pretty smooth till they decided to go hiking, starting from Orvolets through the Black Forest towards the Devil's Castle in late June 2017. Sounds pretty easy, so what could've gone wrong? After all she was always landing on her feet, even in the worst possible circumstances. James as well.

And that's when the mundane kicks back in.

After several weeks of wandering and enjoying the nature, Sara peeked into her backpack looking for cigarettes only to find that their passports are gone. Poof! They managed to figure out the last place where they saw their document and started hiking all the way back when they heard explosions and saw jets cutting through the skies.

Well. Whatever Sara wants, Sara gets. „It seems that the real party starts now” – she thought to herself, looking at the grass. Oh, boy, she had no idea.

One of the many nights they both woke up, hearing steps next to the tent. James peeked out while Sara stayed inside, trying to be as silent as she could. The sound of the steps was slightly different from the regular thumping of a human being but she paid no attention to this detail. All of a sudden a pair of hands got into the tent and grabbed her. Kicking and punching the air, she squeaked, unable to do anything else and not being able to understand what's happening till James buried his hatched in the poor sod's head.

It was a policeman.

She was under a strong impression he tried to bite her but… how is this even possible?

„Somebody's going to notice he's gone, love. Let's bury him and we'll figure out what to do next after we finish”, said James. They never did what was intended though. They heard many steps closing in and were forced to leave the half-finished grave, with most of their things.

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