My Name: Sara (never did get a last name in canon)

My Personality:

I can't deny I have this Midwestern flair to me, but don't you go thinkin' I'm just another basic down-to-earth kind of gal—I pride myself on being independent. I don't need a knight in shinin' armor—I can fight my own battles—but I sure don't mind some good company. And you betcha I'm resourceful: give me a ball of twine and a paperclip and I can probably figure out how to build you a barn. (Okay, maybe that's a stretch, but you get the idea). I'm pretty good at makin' something outta nothin'. I'm witty and sassy, but don't worry, I'm more into clever quips than mean jabs. Life's too short not to find the funny side of things, right? I'm friendly as they come—never met a stranger, you could say. So, there's a slice of me: fun and friendly with a sprinkle of spice and a whole lotta heart.

My Birthday:

Feb 4th, 1986

Species/Cultural Identity:

Human

My Gender Orientation:

Cis, she/her

My Sexuality:

I’ve landed somewhere on the bi spectrum

My Disabilities/Conditions:

None as far as I know

Physical Description:

I'm a little taller than average at 5'10". As for my body, let's say I've got some "mom curves" going on (but hey, more to love, right?). My skin's on the fair side, and I got this long straight blonde hair I'm always fussing with to keep it out of my face. My eyes are a warm brown color, kinda like creamy hot cocoa on a chilly day. Yup, that's me: a bright wide smile and a comfy frame perfect for hugging.

My Relationships:

Pope is my boyfriend, Mel is my girlfriend, and currently have a thing going on with Nick, Sean, Jack, and Charlton

My Hobbies/Interests:

I do a little of this, a little of that, I like hanging out with the older folks in the family and teasing my lovers.

My Canon Backstory:

Not a lot to write about. I was a graphic designer who decided the invasion was the best thing that had ever happened to her. I was on my own for a while, squatting in a farmhouse and gathering what supplies I could, when a certain ruggedly handsome scoundrel by the name of Pope showed up and tried to take my fuel. I stopped him at gunpoint (and asked for Pringles, which he tragically didn't have) and led him into the farmhouse. Despite the obvious tension, we hit it off, so much so that he didn't even think to suspect me when I drugged his beer with prescription meds from a random cabinet (lucky for him it didn't cause any permanent damage). We took turns outsmarting each other until I successfully seduced him into bringing me back with him. We became a thing not long after that. Unfortunately for us, though, I got barely six episode's worth of screentime before the show decided to write me out of the story in the worst way.

My Bond Backstory:

Mel and Lav were rewatching the show and just couldn't get enough of me. They decided the end of my story wasn't fair—rightfully so—and chose to reach out and take me just before my ending to ask if I wanted to be a munbond. (It wasn't a hard sell, believe me.)

Poor Pope was nervous as hell—he would've been even without the fact that he wasn't "my" Pope from my timeline—but the can of Pringles he presented me with did a long way to ease the complicated blow of getting to know him all over again. He surprised me by doing it right, being all sweet and mushy and practically courting me, and it wasn't long before we picked up where we (or at least I) had left off.