Name: Sarah C. Randolph

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Appearance: Somewhere between 5’6” and 5’7” with a curvy figure (and maybe a little on the “fluffy” side). Medium brown hair cut in a bob that frames her face and bright hazel eyes behind oval-shaped glasses. Generally has a very friendly expression. Generally likes to wear jeans and a nice top with black ankle boots.

Personality: Sarah has a very relaxed and even temperament and loves to make people laugh. She is the definition of non-confrontational and avoids arguing or fighting if at all possible. She believes in the power of compromise and viewing things from both sides so she is often put in the roll of mediating between her friends. However, she also has a tendency to keep things to herself in order to avoid confrontation and it is sometimes hard to tell what she's really thinking. She will do anything she can to help her friends and family (often to her own detriment) and will never betray a trust that is placed in her. However, she has a tendency to second guess herself and hesitates out of fear of failure, and it sometimes takes a lot of pushing from family and friends to get her to make a move.

Place of Origin in RPG: Her apartment, but travels over to the Kerr's house that night for a party.

Skills: She is really good at cheering people up and creating optimism and humor out of the darkest situations (often focusing on encouraging others more than herself). She has a great memory for trivia and quotes, often throwing them randomly into conversation. She also has the ability to stay calm in most situations where others might panic.

Relationships: She has been really close friends with Brandy since they were teens and has also quickly become friends with Ben as a result. She often spends time with them and considers them as close as family. Other relationships are open to anyone who wants to suggest one.

History: Living most of her life in the same area of rural suburbia, Sarah has remained close to her family and close circle of friends. She left home briefly to attend college but returned home in order to find work. She has had a hard time finding a job that she would consider a "career", but has settled into a routine of adult life living on her own and working at a bank. She has done a fair amount of traveling in her past to countries around the world, for study and for pleasure, and plans to continue in the future when she has the opportunity and funds to do so. Currently though, she lives each day as best she can and spends as much time with friends and family as possible.

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Sarah Randolph
Dec. 22, 2012
6:00PM
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I had never been one to believe in superstitions or ghost stories, and even less in doomsday prophecies and other End-of-the-world hypes. I enjoyed discovered interesting facts and theories from the past as much as the next person, but I thought that some people tended to blow these things way out of proportion. Often just to get attention or cause unnecessary panic.

Because of this, when my friends Brandy and Benjamin Kerr had invited me to there house for an "End of the World" party, I only went out of sheer desire for social interaction. I knew that it was Brandy's idea (she loved this kind of thing) and she was just having fun, so it didn't bother me. It gave me a chance to unwind a bit after a long few weeks at work, have a couple of drinks, and catch up with friends. I didn't realize when I showed up that night that everything I thought I knew was about the change...

At 6:00PM the party was in full swing. Brandy had excused herself to lie down for a few minutes before the "big event", and a few others were milling about with drinks in their hands, engaging in friendly conversation. I had wandered into the living room where a bunch of people were crowded around the TV, watching the seemingly endless news reports and interviews with fanatics and conspiracy theorist, all of whom seemed convinced that we were all going to die. I shook my head slightly and rolled my eyes, laughing quietly to myself at the hype of it all, knowing that they would all be back on TV the next morning, retracting or refreshing their theories.

I glanced down at my watch. 6:13. Almost time. In the process of looking down I noticed that my drink was empty and excused myself briefly, making my way to the kitchen for a refill. I had just added fresh ice cubes to my cup wen a strange sort of dizziness washed over me. I set the cup down and grabbed the edge of the counter with both hands, trying to steady myself. I only had a moment to wonder what had come over me when my vision blurred and then went dark.

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Dec 22nd, 2012,
3:00am
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When I finally came to, I was on the floor of the kitchen, my face pressed painfully against the floor. I groaned and sat up, rubbing my head. I wondered at first why everything was suddenly so quiet and thought that I must have been out for quite a while. I also wondered why my eyes were still blurry, then realized that my glasses had fallen off. As I groped around on the floor around me in search of my rogue spectacles, I heard a voice call out from the other room.

"Anyone here?" It was Ben. I heard another voice reply: "Right here." Louis. There were at least two people still here. At this point I had managed to get to my feet and I stumbled a bit unsteadily out into the living room. The first thing I noticed was that it was a complete mess: bottles and glasses were on the floor, their contents spilled out all over the carpet, as if people had just dropped them where they stood and left.

"What's going on?" I muttered, "Where did everyone go?"

“That’s right! Where is everyone else?” Lou replied. He moved around the apartment slowly, as if searching for something and stopped short at the window, a look of horror frozen on his face. "Um, guys? You may want to see this."

I didn't quite know how to react when I saw the giant plane that was now imbedded into the Kerr's front lawn. It was a mixture of surprise, horror and disbelief. 'What the bloody hell?!' My thoughts were interrupted when we all heard Brandy calling from the bedroom, and Ben rushed in to check on her.

"What a mess!" said Lou. I nodded in reply, not sure what to say. After a moment we quietly followed after Ben and found him consoling a visibly frightened Brandy.

"Stay here," he was saying to her, "Me and Lou will check the wreckage. See if there are any survivors." Brandy shot him a sharp look that I had seen her give to him (and others) many times before when she didn't like the sound of something.

"What? Are you crazy?" She said, swinging her legs over the side of the bed, "I'm not staying here, I'm coming with you!" She started to get to her feet when Ben placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her gently back down.

"No, Honey. You need to stay in here. We don't know what's going on and it could be dangerous out there. I want you and the baby to be safe."

At the mention of her unborn child Brandy placed a hand on the curve of her belly, as if shielding the innocent life inside. I could see the internal struggle going on her mind, knowing that she needed to protect her child but also not wanting to leave Ben. I moved forward and sat down on the bed next to her.

"Don't worry, Brandy. Lou will be going with Ben, they'll be careful. I'll stay here with you, OK?" I glanced at Ben and Lou, giving them a quick nod to go ahead and go.

Despite my own words, I swallowed a hard lump that had formed in the back of my throat. The cold wave of fear and uncertainty had grabbed me and I fought hard to keep myself calm, for the others as well as myself. A single thought ran through my head over and over again...

I guess I was wrong....