Sarah Jeanne

## Appearance

Eyes- Right eye is a soft green, the left missing in its entirety, a gaping eye socket in its place.

Hair- Dirty blonde hair, long enough to just pass her rib-cage. It is speckled with thick silvery lines, formerly marking her aging like some kind of record.

Skin Tone- Sarah’s skin is rough and tanned, her entire body pock-marked with various scars and blemishes from her hay-day of being a vigilante before it was cool.

Notable features/defining traits- The area surrounding her left eye socket is heavily marked with burnt scar tissue, the pale, faded pink a stark contrast to the rest of her. She has the faint remains of freckles around and on the bridge of her nose from her young adult years.

Appearance - A towering woman, standing at 6’4, Sarah has quite the imposing figure. Her skin has a soft tan to it, rather tough in places, not exactly rough, her chest and back are covered in various scars and knicks from her adventures and work, though not an ungodly amount of damage has been done to her body. She had a bright green left eye, the other missing entirely, the area of her wrecked eye is scarred with pale, burnt flesh from the wound she sustained. Her hair is a dirty blonde, streaked with silver, hanging down just below the start of her ribs. Faint stress lines have appeared along her face as she aged, the only real hint to her youth being the soft, barely visible freckles around, and on the bridge of her nose.

Attire - Sarah usually wears an off-navy blue overcoat, covering her usual dark grey dress shirt. A holster rests at her hip, her handgun sitting inside of it snugly. Her hair is untied, hanging loose. Around her neck rests a silver crucifix and chain. She has a black eyepatch covering her eye socket, protecting it from further damage and hiding the rather ghastly wound from sight. On the occasion that she finds herself out with intent to go hunting for the various ruffians than intend to cause harm to the populace, she also has her scabbard and saber at her side, looking more akin to a bizarre, modern-noir version of a Musketeer than anything else.

## Combat

**Experience- Sarah has been working with the Paranormal/policing its forces since she was twenty. She is heavily experienced in the more lore-oriented side of things. As a result of her knowledge, she prefers more close quarters combat than anything else. Whilst far from as spry as she was in her younger years, Sarah’s age has provided a more levelled, careful understanding of the occult, and she is one of the few mortals who bother looking into it at all, despite her lack of magical ability.**

Magical Class- Coming from a family of those who are both aware of the occult, and use it to the betterment of others, Sarah has a wealth of magical or paranormal experiences.

Her most notable however, occurred in her youth at the age of nineteen, where upon being critically wounded in a firefight, she encountered one of the many Death Agents, a strange, tall figure clad in deep purple, ever since this meeting she believes she is living on borrowed time.

Abilities- As a result of her upbringing in the Jeanne family, Sarah was taught how to protect herself against the mortal and paranormal as soon as she was legally old enough. She is a skilled duelist with her saber, and is not afraid to pick up a gun and defend herself at range if the need arises. As a result of her age and failing strength, she has lost a large amount of her strength, resulting in a more defensive, methodical style to her fighting. This has also sparked a desire for knowledge to better handle her opponents, and thus, she was driven into many a tome and book of lore, researching those she considered foes. She is entirely human in biology and ability, although her training has bred a somewhat surprising stamina, although that, much like everything else, has begun to fade with age.

## Personality

**Despite her age and hardships, Sarah still looks upon humanity with an optimistic outlook, fashioning herself into the role as the self-imposed protector of those who may fall into harm's way. She is quick to joke, but much slower to show a smile. Her religious beliefs and her encounter with an Agent of Death have fashioned her into an almost zealous worshiper of the Higher Power, with her aim to absolve her family line of their sins and free their, and by extension, her soul from damnation. The recent events have shaken her however, and she remains cautious about the situation, quickly slipping back into her discarded role as a protector once more in what seems to be Apocalypse.**

Her ultimate, albeit it unrealistic aspiration is to join the ranks of the fabled Angels upon her eventual demise, or perhaps, more realistically, work as a Death Agent of some form.

## History

Born as the eldest sibling to a wealthy family in the British Isles, Sarah was never really left wanting as a child. Her parents treated her and her younger brother as well as they could, given their jobs and status. However, as time progressed onwards, and her younger brother began to flourish, with signs of paranormal abilities, that Sarah began to figuratively be left in the dust. It was not that her parents did not care, no, far from it, it was just that, the son had become the perfect heir to the family name, and thus, she was a somewhat unnecessary child.

Sarah’s growing resentment towards those who had sired her, however was ultimately short-lived, as a tragic attack stole both parents away from her and her brother in the blink of an eye, It was there that she first met her Uncle, who had agreed to take them in, carting them off to his small country home in the more southern parts of Maine. Her uncle would soon become the man who she would come to consider more of a father than her real parents ever were. He, much like her, was the black sheep of the family, the youngest of four born without any of the real prowess shown by his siblings, he clawed his way to become as equal as possible to them, becoming a police officer at an early age.

At the age of sixteen onwards, he agreed to train her and her brother in all that his family had taught him, in order for the two to continue their bloodlines and absolve their family’s sins. Thanks to him, it would only be a few years later, at eighteen that she would join the american army, where she was quickly thrust into the Gulf War. It was here where she was critically wounded in an Iraqi attack on her military base, and it was here, as she lay bleeding out, surrounded by dead allies and enemies alike, that she first saw Him. The Man Clad in Purple. He claimed to be an Agent of Death, reaping the souls of all those who had died in this area of the Gulf War, he took pity on the young woman, leaving her to be saved by American forces in the area.

It was after this that the young woman, having been medically discharged, would join the Maine State Police, trying her damndest to do as much good as she could in the world, for the mortal and paranormal alike, for she feared that any day now, the Man Clad in Purple would appear to take her away to hell. She served as a police officer for twenty years, leaving the force early to assist her family in their private affairs. Even more of her family had vanished, it seems, her brother and uncle had gone missing, leaving her with her niece to care for, having shifted into the role her uncle Thomas had filled for her.

She would take on work as an on-hire security guard, doing odd jobs to make ends meet, whilst allowing her niece to live a

normal life she was never able to have. As a result of this, at around the same age that Sarah was when she left for the military, that her niece Mary travelled off to medical school to become a doctor. This, ultimately, would leave Sarah alone as she grew older, travelling America, almost idly, stopping to help those she could, but ultimately drifting without purpose.

It is only with the sudden event of Death’s betrayal that she has regained her purpose, striding out to find and protect her niece and fend off any and all who try to get in her way, once more taking up the mantle of Protector in the city, at least, unofficially that is.