|Full name||Aoife Byrne|
|Date of Birth||April 14, 2502|
|Parents||Roary and Sylvia Byrne|
|Siblings||Jason Byrne (deceased)|
|Specialization||Music, Electronics, Marksmanship, Insanity|
|Height and Weight||5'5"/130 lbs|
Self-educated, a (failed) semester at Persephone Institute of Technology. In an almost skewed form of military training, Nano developed certain 'survival skills,' across a dozen planets, ranging from cooking, all the way down to marksmanship.
The Guan Yin, The Baba Yaga, The Spitfire, The Arctic Raider
Rather scruffy, and almost androgynous-- to the point that she was able to 'pass' once, as a boy, trying to (as she so elegantly put it) 'figure some shit out.' Insert James Bonde theme here.
Personality and Demeanor
Craaaaaaaazy. I mean, really. But there are a few things that seem to 'set her off' as it were, more than others;
-Guns and/or loud noises. While she might be perfectly content being a noisebox herself, anything she's not expecting will 'spook' her, so to speak.
-Heights. For whatever reason, Nano's damned scared of being higher than she needs to be. However, when going in excess of four feet of her own volition, it's not so bad.
-Reavers. That's a tricky one. Talk of Reavers will turn her into a shivering mass. But actually meeting one...?
In each case, she'll react in any way, shape, or form that'll help her escape the situation. This can range the gamut from blowing everything away, or even herself, all the way down to harmless singing, and playing math games to distract herself
She's dead. If you'd like more information regarding Nano, or maybe the possibility of contacting either her parents, or maybe another family member, feel free! Otherwise...yeah, Nano's dead.