Inanoa Myroni

Name: Inanoa Myroni Nickname: Miyri Sex: Female Romantic Preferences: Aromantic Physical Description: Dark Pink hair, grey eyes, dark red street racer jacket, forest green T-shirt paired with a similarly forest green skirt reaching just past her knees, calf high dull grey socks and navy blue shoes. Ethnicity: Welsh-American Main language: American English with occasional French words thrown in. Ultimate Talent: Ultimate Anarchist.

Backstory: Inanoa’s life from birth to 11 had been relatively normal. At least, as normal as having a father who’s a cult leader and a mother in the highest echelons of the Republican Party’s organization. She spent a lot of time listening to music, often drifting to classical jazz and bluegrass genres. Then came her 11th birthday. As for what happened that day... to keep it simple I’ll be straightforward: Ritualized 1nc3stual R@p3 ceremony by the father. After this heavily traumatizing event, she went from her kind but loudspoken personality to a cynical, nihilistic and minorly annoying sarcastic yet soft spoken and rather meek out-of-public figure. Her music preferences shifted to dark-themed rock and metal songs. Due to the authoritarian nature of the cult that had done what they had did to her, she naturally drifted to Anarchism. Not anything like anarcho-communism or anarcho-egoism, but just flat anarchism. True Anarchism, anarchy without goals or ends. At 15, at high school some unknown individual attempted a school shooting, but due to the swift police response, the shooter simply dropped their weapons and left. When Inanoa had been hiding in the bathroom, one of the handguns of the suspect ended up sliding underneath into the stall next to hers, and when the police arrived, they simply arrested her and literally fabricated evidence to say she had done the shooting. She ended up in prison until 19, and during that time the actual suspect ended up going on a school shooting massacre across her home state of Georgia. All those just got put on her record too. Eventually when she turned 19, a S E C O N D A M E R I C A N C I V I L W A R took place and she managed to escape on the chaos. A month later she had holed up in a small gas station off one of the highways and when an artillery shell hit the station, knocked her out unconscious. When she woke up later, she was in the facility in the Sahara, with the rest of the participants.