Michael Inaps born in Riga on 2000-03-02 was given up for adoption at birth, his mother and father unknown to him. If anyone asked he was a pretty quiet kid he kept his head down and relatively out of trouble, obviously with the behavioural troubles you would expect from someone in his circumstance such as his complete disregard for his education and disdain for people who thought they held authority over him. Due to Michael's lack of education he couldn't read and this obviously limited his ability to find a job such that he often found himself working labour intensive roles such as construction, it was on one such job while putting up the roofing for a commercial job he was making light conversation with a colleague he often worked with and it was then on the 20th March 2014 he heard about Russia's invasion of Ukraine.

Michael while not know for rash decisions found himself in the Ukraine on the 22 March with about 14 other of his countrymen joining a paramilitary organisation, by 2016 eight of them had gotten killed four of them had returned home and three of them had continued the fight to say they had learnt a lot over the last couple years would be a understatement also in that time that small paramilitary group had grown into a fighting force in its own right. Naturally people from all walks of life found there way into it in particular one American who told stories of the American dream and that with hard work you could get anywhere obviously this intrigued Michael and he wanted to give it a shot so he applied for American citizenship and it was granted he found himself flying to the USA in 2017.

Unfortunately life isn't so rose tinted one would think Michael would have learnt that by now unfortunately not especially for a random nobody who had nothing to speak of but the clothes on his back with no education or training and can only speak relatively basic English. He quickly found himself homeless and how bad the streets could be, if you found Michael and asked him where he would rather be he wouldn't even hesitate to tell you he would rather be back in the trenches with bullets whistling right past his head at least he had friends there and knew they had his back.

It wouldn't be until two years later in 2019 when Michael would finally get one foot under himself this stroke of luck came when he stumbled across the back page of a thrown away newspaper listing several advertisements for jobs, one of them contracting. Michael didn't even hesitate having learnt to seize a opportunity by the throat long ago snatched the coins he managed to scrounge that day and ran to the nearest pay phone. He some how managed to get through all the tests by the grace of whatever god is out there and he quickly found himself back in the game.

PMCing was going rather well Michael had managed to make enough money to buy himself some actually clothes and a phone, he had even managed to get back in touch with some old friends. He had been pretty busy so he had been having trouble keeping up with the news, really only paying any attention where it affected or hindered his job. He had been talking with one of the guys he had originally entered Ukraine with and learnt about how he had meet a girl in Nyheim and how they where planning to start a family there he was just worried about the current environment of his country and was wondering if Michael could come offer some extra protection for a while he didn't actually expect anything he just wanted that piece of mind.

Michael more then happy to help out an old friend especially one he hadn't seen in a long time agreed and caught a flight on the 12th September 2021, expect no flights landed in Nyheim on that date or any date after that. And Michael not one to question reality was quiet confused and freezing wet when he awoke on the rocky shore of Nyheim cause he swore he heard the distinct sound of a jet fire, followed by bullet holes littering the side of his passenger plane and the screams of terrified or dying people, but surely that was just one of his nightmares wasn't it?