Sara is an average height woman with a slim, slightly bony figure, silver hair, and light blue eyes. She has a straight posture, a collected manner of speaking, and, while her movements may seem slow, it is obvious she had spent years perfecting her mannerisms. Lately, though, it has been harder for her to do as the woman's frail body is having problems handling the harsh environment of Halo. She is always coughing, has a runny nose, and her hands are almost always shaking.

These days the senior has switched the silks and velvets out of her usual wardrobe with anything she can get her hands on. Sara feels always cold, her guess is that it is the constant fever she is plagued with, and there are layers, and layers of clothing stacked around her almost always. When at the tavern she still tries to bring some elegance back, but with her current health state it has not been easy.

She is a calm, coolheaded person that is polite to most until someone tries to step on her. Sara has always been strong in her opinion, a bit stubborn sometimes. In years she had learned to control it, but it still shows when situation become heated. Those, who have met Sara as a mother and a grandmother, will know to tell that she is also very sweet and caring.

What most do not see is that these days she is always scared. Scared to say something wrong. Scared to do something she should not. Scared to die. This new world is not meant for her and it terrifies her to the core.

Sara comes from a well-off family. As the only daughter, she had all of the attention from her parents and was raised as a proper young lady. She married young with a dashing young man, fresh out of university. He was a rising star in archaeology, pure talent mixed with a lot of money and hard work, and together they spent their youth traveling the world.

Once they settled down, country side in UK, Sara quickly got used to the life of a housewife. She managed their servants, raised the kids, and handled the day-to-day chores while her husband was busy working. They had two lovely kids, a son and a daughter. Both ended up gay, but she never loved them less, and she still had grandchildren to dote at when the time came. It was a peaceful life and Sara loved it.

She would like to blame her husband's death for the situation she got into. Sara was on her way to Moroco. The poor man had died of hearth failure while in a hotel there, and she had flown there to retrieve the body. The woman was heartbroken, but she knew nothing could have been done. As the plane flew through a storm, lightning hit it. One moment she was gripping the handles to her very life. The next she was in the deadly cold of Fang. Only pure luck and the kindness of strangers saved her from joining her husband, but now she was stuck in an alien world. Definitelly, not a perfect retirement plan.