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Moreau, Aimée R.
Basic Information:
DOB [Earth Calendar]: 16-May-2179
LOB: Normandy SR-2 Medical Bay
Height: 163cm
Weight: 51kg
Hair Color: Red-Brown
Eye Color: Heterochromic; Green[R] Gray[L]
BM: Shepard-Moreau, Ryla [Deceased]
BF: Moreau, Jeffrey
Medical Conditions:
-Anosmia [unable to perceive odors]
-Posttraumatic stress disorder [refusal to seek treatment has prolonged the disorder. handled with medication. may hinder general performance.]
-Night Blindness [may hinder performance in combat]
-Transient Insomnia [freq. induced due to stressful situations; environment changes. links with case of PTSD]
-Congenital Afibrinogenemia [non-severe with regular injections. head trauma or severe bleeding without immediate medical treatment may be fatal]
Education:
Private Education (Home)
-Tutor: Dr. Telse`Kai vas Devorte
-Primary Study: Intergalactic Relations
-GEA Score: 9,730 out of 10,000 accumulative
Pre-Service History:
Resided on Citadel [Location Classified] until 2186, age 7. Mother, Spectre Ryla Shepard killed due to [CLASSIFIED] 2184, age 5. Resided on Alliance Base 2186-2197. Attended public schools until entering high school. Obtained private tutoring due to independent combat training. Graduated from ATA age 18. Early release due to outstanding knowledge of Alliance Protocol and exemplary combat presentation. Enlisted age 18.
[Note]-Early release implemented by Academy President Victor Koss.
Corporal while stationed on SSV Evorte under Lieutenant Commander Alan Wayne Vector 05-Feb-2198 to 23-May-2198 [see Combat History]
Currently stationed as Lieutenant Commander on Normandy SR-2, TEMP RANK 02-June-2198 to Present [CLASSIFIED]
Combat Training:
Alliance Training Academy 01-Sep-2197 – 15-Jan-2198
-Alliance Protocol
-Hostile Environment Assault Tr.
-General Arsenal Tr.
-[Requested/No Pre-req] Adv. Hand-to-Hand Tr.
-[Requested/No Pre-req] Adv. Submachine Gun Tr.
-[Requested/No Pre-req] Adv. Sniper Rifle Tr.
Overall Rank: 01 out of 613 students
[Combat History-Major]
Stationed on Eden Prime, led small team to help colonist.
-Geth repel mission, no casualties.
Unplanned mission, Styx Theta/Acheron System/Altahe
Alliance Homing Beacon, one of fifteen crew members to set foot on planet. Twelve soldiers found dead at location on mission to retrieve stolen goods. Bandit raiders. Commander A.W Vector[wounded] and Gunnery Chief Jones[critical condition upon return]. Crew guarded CO and GC, Moreau went off and eliminated raiders.
[Note]
-CO Vector Comment: Corporal Moreau single-handedly eliminated a group of over at least forty bandits with a sniper rifle. Earned medal for courage, outstanding combat skills, and keeping her entire crew alive, including the me. She has my recommendation on anything she persues.
[Military Specialization]
-Biotic, discovered age 4
-Lx6; age 10
- Adv. Adept
[The remainder of this profile marked CLASSIFED by request of Citadel Council]
Let me tell you a bit about myself, though you've probably already gotten the gist of it from my profile. My name is Amiée Rhey Moreau. Lieutenant Commander of the Alliance vessel Normandy SR-2. It's considered to be an 'out of date ship', but my father and I demanded it. We believe its the best damn ship in the whole fleet, with upgrades not even the most standard ships have.
I'm nineteen years old and I've been an official soldier of the Alliance for less than a year, and I know exactly what you're thinking. 'A nineteen year old commander? Please. She's full of it.'
I get that a lot, there are a ton of people pissed off by it, too. I'm the youngest Commander ever in the history of the Systems Alliance, if you want to get technical with it, but it's suppose to be only for this mission. People say its because of my 'mother' and all that, but I am not a FNG by any means, trust me I've lived on Alliance base since I was seven years old with my father, a couple years after my mother died, and I've been training my ass off for years, even before enlisting. I am pretty much the best at everything I do. Period. Don't believe me? Give me the target the size of a pinhead, I'll shoot it dead center. Put me up against the best hand-to-hand specialist, they'll be down in less than ten seconds flat. My godfather was one of the best hand-to-hand specialist, and he's a turian. I've been practicing and sparring with him since I was a little kid. Try to run at me, I'll throw you with a biotic blast so powerful it'll snap your damn spine. I may be short as hell, 5'4, but I can hold my own, I'm not dainty and fragile, I work out very frequently, but I'm not all beastly like this girl on the Evorte, Sasha. She looked like she could pin down a Krogan with one hand, no joke. Anyway, enough rambling.
...About my parents. My father is fourty-six, and is the best helmsman in the Alliance fleet. He is a teacher at that flight school he went to when he was younger, and still no one can even compare to him. He has Vrolik syndrome, which is some crazy bone disease that makes him all breakable and stuff. He tells me it isn't as bad as it used to be when he was originally in the Alliance, because when he was in Cerberus with my mom they got him some upgrades. I remember him breaking his legs a couple times though, wasn't pretty. Some people call my dad "Joker", but I don't get it. He is the most depressing man I have ever encountered, ever. I mean, don't get me wrong, he's a great dad and all, but he's still in love with my mother who he claims isn't dead, but she really is. I've tried to help him get over her, and find someone new, but he just won't let go. He's always so unhappy, frowning all the time.
My mother. Lieutenant Commander and N7 graduate Ryla Shepard. War hero, first and only human Spectre, defeated the Collectors, fought the Reapers, was the savior of this and that, and was the first human to do a whole bunch of things. She actually died too, and was brought back by the crazy Cerberus organization. I've seen before and after shots, she was so pretty before she died. Not that she wasn't after from the pictures I've seen, but she really looked like she did come back from the dead. Didn't come back again though. There are a ton of videos of her on the extranet, and a whole bunch of other things, but they're really glorified most of them, always the soldier and not the woman. I have a few pictures of me and her my dad gave me, and a bear my dad said she gave me before she died. That's all really, no real memories.
That's another reason I worked my butt off my whole life, I had to live up to that lady. People worship her, literally. I've herd rumors upon rumors about my mother, some are really wild, like that she ran off with a Krogan or she broke down from stress and killed herself. I ask my dad about some that I hear, and they're usually all lies.
The real story about my mom's death... well I'm not really suppose to talk about it. It's 'classified' and all that mumbo jumbo. They told the public she was just 'killed on a mission', no details. The real story is that the Council had sent my mother to investigate a colony that went silent, them speculating Reapers, even though she supposedly "defeated" the Reapers nineteen years ago when she was a couple months pregnant with me. She really was amazing, pregnant and kicking ass, that's what you call true power. Anyway, that's not completely true though, because right now the universe is about to get hard by these things. She went MIA days after docking, and when the Council called the Alliance to check it out, the planet was a bloodbath, people dead everywhere. Never told the public that either...it's horrible, the secrets they keep. My mother was never found, so they assumed she was dead, because there were no other survivors. Even if she was alive, she sure as hell is dead somewhere by now.
That's where I come in. Everyone is in danger now, and who better to look to than a daughter of a hero, who had already fought the damn things? I may seem like I'm full of myself, but I earned everything I have, all the records on me, my skill levels, everything. Years of discipline on myself. I didn't have fun, or date, go to a real school to make "friends" or do any of that pointless stuff.
Now, the Alliance was ready to assemble a team for me, but I rejected. My mother had the best crew out there, and though everyone's probably older, and doing their own thing, I'm sure I can persuade them into one last fight for me. For the universe. For my mother.
So now it's my turn. Time to put myself to the test, to live up to my mom, and kill those damn Reapers once and for all.
(A/N)
INTRO COMPLETED. This had to be the worst chapter to write...ever. So much research required!~ Thank goodness for mass wiki. Anyway I've seen the actual ages for some of the characters on the bioware site and I'm like, dang they'll be old. That's why I made Aimée so young, and tried to make it as realistic as possible, even then i'ma bend the ages a bit...a lot actually. The majority of the stuff in her profile was made up btw so, yeah. The years were driving me mad honestly so...I just did whatever. It wouldn't work for me. Oh writing...This story is a continuation of my Joker/Shepard ff It's Never Too Late . You don't have to read it to get this story really, so its fine if you skip it. This story is going to be revolved around an OC, as you can tell from above, so if you don't like it, just skip this story. I'm going to try my best to keep all original characters IC, except Joker will be far from it, and a few characters will be making an appearance who's personalities haven't really been shown in any of the games. First chapter will be up soon, I'm excited ! :D its going to be an interesting story! Ty for reading~
