Name: Laura Bahr

Sawyer's Nicknames (optional but useful): Curly

Age (10-60): 26

Nationality: Caucasian

Appearance (be descriptive!): slightly wavy very long dark brown hair, lots of freckles, deep blue eyes, slightly pudgy, short? About 4'6"

Personality (again, description!): Not very trusting, likes to stay close to loved ones, does not like the outdoors at all, slightly commanding, argumentative, workaholic

Likes: being with her husband, sports, her cats, games, books

Dislikes: being alone, "not knowing things/what's going on", strangers, nature, Sawyer

History (childhood, jobs, etc): architect, aspiring painter/artist.

Reason for being on Oceanic 815: Was never on flight, went on a private cruise with her husband and they crashed here.

Reason for being in Sydney: Was never in Sydney. Came from LA; captured by Others

Family (daddy issues? Brief descriptions also): husband; pregnant; (is found by Danielle but then captured by Others, then rescued by Alex and finds the Tailies who bring her back to the other 815 survivors). Has a brother who is searching for her.

Friends (descriptions please): Makes friends with Alex and Danielle, then Claire and Jack.

Travelling with anyone on 815: Was travelling on ship with husband

Relationships with people ON the island (who do they love/hate): fears everyone except for Claire and Jack.

Role on the island (loner, comic relief, etc): a leader at heart

Injuries from the crash: just a knock on the head

Reaction to smoke monster: absolutely positively out of her mind terrified

Science or faith: Science

Love interest: HER HUSBAND

Fears: the monster, the others, bugs

The first thing I noticed was the breeze. It wasn't the strong, roaring wind from the boat, but calm, cool, and gentle. My blue eyes snapped open to trees towering above my head. I slowly stood up, stumbling under my weight, and put two hands on my belly to steady myself. I was dazed...and where was Matt? I shook my head to clear the fog that threatened to overwhelm me. I got unsteadily to my feet and, stumbling, I tried to find my way back to the boat. How did we get from the middle of the ocean to here? All I remembered was Matt and I getting on a boat and it taking off. Images flashed through my mind, dark skies, a storm...a four-toed foot in the middle of nowhere? I shook my head harder. It must be the hormones. I must be hallucinating. I reached back to scratch my head and felt something...wet? I pulled back my hand and almost got sick. It was blood. I felt light-headed...I stumbled and fell to the ground, but jumped and four feet into the air when a shot rang out by my knee. Staggering, I got to my feet and jumbledly raced in the direction opposite the blast. I didn't get far however, before my vision began to blur and I seemed to drown in darkness.