: Jean-Michelle ReinhardtAge
: MaleCountry of Origin
: European UnionCitizenship
: Dual EU/UOC CitizenshipSPecialization
: PilotBrief Bio
: As a child growing up in a small suburb outside Paris, Jean-Michelle was rather timid and supremely cautious. He always carried a small packet of first aid supplies in his book bag, he followed every rule he could find pertaining to safety, and he never
failed to look both ways before crossing even the emptiest and most tranquil streets. His parents, naturally, were thrilled to have such a safety-conscious child, and encouraged his careful demeanor; his mother often went on what her husband jokingly called 'proofing binges', removing or neutralizing the many subtle dangers and threats that lurked within their home environment (locking away pesticides and cleaning supplies behind triple-locked doors, ensuring the kitchen knives each had their own protective sleeves, installing half a dozen smoke detectors and three fire extinguishers in every room in the house, etc.), and his father obeyed every rule of auto safety every time Jean-Michelle ever saw him behind the wheel.
However, even the most pefect safety measures can't protect anyone forever, and when Jean-Michelle was nine years old, after almost a decade without suffering so much as a papercut or a stubbed toe, the boy's luck ran out. Coming home late one rainy night from a friend's birthday party, his father Pierre driving along at 20Km below the posted limit and dutifully employing his turn signals even though they were the only vehicle on the road, a small white cat darted out into the middle of the street and startled Pierre into losing control of the family car. The vehicle spun out as Jean-Michelle and his mother Yvette squalled in terror in the backseat -- and then came to a slow stop, its passenger-side tires lodging themselves up on the sidewalk corner. No one was injured, and the Reinhardt family collected themselves and puttered on home. But for Jean-Michelle, the damage was done.
As he lay in bed later that night, replaying the accident in his mind, his head and heart began to feel funny. He'd just been in the first accident of his entire (short) life...and walked away from it
. His heart was still pounding, his entire body felt tingly, and his feet wouldn't stop wriggling under the covers. Jean-Michelle was reliving his first taste of adrenaline -- and he loved
it. Thus began young Reinhardt's lifelong addiction to excitement.
When he was fourteen, Jean-Michelle terrified his parents by petitioning for the chance to earn his junior pilot's license, and after months of begging and pleading and bargaining and teenage tantrums, they finally gave in. He quickly attained his first license, and has felt at home in the air ever since. After earning his full certifications on several different classes of aircraft, Jean-Michelle began working as a charter pilot all over Europe, and garnered a reputation for giving his passengers a speedy (though sometimes harrowing) ride to their destination, wherever it may have been.
In the late '80s and early '90s, Jean-Michelle began hearing rumors from some of his more connected passengers of impending political instability and other such unpleasantness in England, and its potential to wash over into the rest of Europe. In 2191, Jean-Michelle applied for and earned passage to the UOC, deciding to leave Earth's troubles behind for a little while. He applied for citizenship among the colonies and found work as a shuttle operator ferrying supplies and passengers between the stations and Earth. He loved the work, and the thrill of living in space was literally out of this world, but after a few years even this excitement began to wear off. So when he heard new rumors from new passengers about possible resistance groups forming planetside to overthrow the People's Union of Britain, a new possibility blossomed in his mind. He'd never been in a war before. It sounded like fun! Jean-Michelle returned to Terra Firma, wondering how one was supposed to get in touch with underground subversives. Maybe they'd need someone to give them a ride...