Sarah

Sarah is a bright and determined individual with a thirst for adventure and knowledge. She's intelligent, resourceful, and fiercely independent, with a strong sense of self-reliance. Her passion for archaeology and history drives her to uncover the truth, even in the face of danger. Despite her tough exterior, Sarah has a vulnerable side, particularly when it comes to her family and relationships. She's deeply loyal to those she cares about and will stop at nothing to protect them.

Appearance: Sarah is a 22-year-old university student studying archaeology and anthropology. She's slender, athletic, (5'6") with dark brown hair, bright red eyes, and golden complexion. She often wears comfortable clothing with earthy tones. Sarah is intelligent, resourceful, determined, and passionate about her studies, with a adventurous spirit. She wears a distinctive, purple-stoned amulet around her neck and has a small tattoo of an ancient Egyptian Papyrus Frond Fan Bloom on her left ankle.

On a gloomy cloudy day Sarah walked across campus, she couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that her father, a renowned archeologist, had gone missing on an expedition. The police had given up, and her mother was beside herself with worry. She trudged back to her dorm building and picked up a package by the mail room. The package was old and worn, with strange symbols etched onto its surface. She carefully opened it, revealing an ancient amulet inside. A letter, written in her dads familiar handwriting slipped out, it simply read: "Dear Sarah...I know this will reach you. Keep it safe and tell no one about it. Trust no one." A knot tightened in Sarah's stomach as she saw the return address – the Rosicrucian Egyptian Museum in San Jose - hundreds of miles away in California. She knew missing classes wouldn't matter; finding her father had become her only priority. She bought a bus pass and packed her bag. She arrived at the museum at 5pm, an hour before closing as it started to rain. She looked at every exhibit looking for clues. The museum announced it was closing and employees walked around asking people to "head to the front." but Sarah couldn't leave, she needed answers. She hid behind a towering Ra statue until the last employee vanished into the night. Hours later, legs aching and hope dwindling, she crept through darkened galleries when footsteps startled her from behind. She turned to face a silver haired man with a piercing gaze. "Ah Sarah." He said with a deep voice that was dripping with malice. "I've been hoping you would show up. Your father Dr. Taylor, and I were..... colleges." Sarah's instincts prickled. There was something unsettling about the way he spoke, the way he seemed to know her. "Welles," he continued, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Professor Welles. Your father used to speak about you all the time." Sarah's unease grew. "I think you'll find that your father and I shared some.....common interests." Welles said, his eyes roving over the exhibit. "Interests that I believe you've inherited." Sarah clutched the amulet hidden under her shirt. "A fool, predictable just like your father." Every fiber in her body screamed at her to run and get out of there. She turned to run. Welles pulled out a knife, but instead of attacking her, he sliced the air before him, then seem to simply vanish. She spun around confused, and that's when she heard the alarm and saw the security gates slowing closing. She slipped past them and her bag caught on the gate ripping, spilling her belongings. Walles' voice echoed through the galleries, "You shouldn't have come here Sarah. Leave the amulet and I won't hurt you." She left her bag and bolted for the door, she saw boxes fall right before her and her jacket being pulled on. She turned letting the jacket fall off and turned down the hall towards an emergence exit and shoved it open and ran, not stopping to look back.