Minimalist

[Code Name] Minimalist

[Gender] Male

[Combat Experience] None

[Place of Birth] Durin

[Date of Birth] Apr 20

[Race] Durin

[Height] 130cm

[Infection Status]

Originium crystals distributed across surface of body, confirmed Infected by medical examination.

[Physical Strength] Normal

[Mobility] Normal

[Physical Resilience] Normal

[Tactical Acumen] Standard

[Combat Skill] Normal

[Originium Arts Assimilation] Excellent

Minimalist is a Durin structural engineer and architect. He suffers from advanced Oripathy and is currently undergoing treatment at Rhodes Island. He works in the Engineering Department and occasionally participates in field missions in that capacity.

Imaging tests show the indistinct outlines of internal organs, obscured by abnormal shadows. Originium granules detected in the circulatory system. The subject is confirmed to be infected with Oripathy.

[Cell-Originium Assimilation] 9.6%

Small traces of infection are visible on his right leg.

[Blood Originium-Crystal Density] 0.27u/L

Minimalist is prone to forgetting about his treatment. At such times, a single phrase will put him on the examination bed in seconds:

'Hey, is that Gavial?'

While on duty, Rhodes Island operators are not especially concerned with Durin operators from underground, but off-duty, they can't help but be curious. From Durin's clumsiness and Myrtle's energy, to Chestnut's down-to-earth attitude, our operators had wonderful illusions about the Durin. That is, until they met Minimalist.

Though Gavial says he's much more approachable than he used to be, Minimalist continues to occasionally do things that make his colleagues speechless. These include suddenly showing up in a room to critique the interior design, submitting 80 applications to renovate his quarters in a single month, and most characteristically, insisting that he is kept clean and tidy from head to toe. No matter how urgent the situation, his pencil must be wiped clear of dust and secured behind his ear, lest it bump into any corner of his body. Every time he does this, the medic who completed the handover with Gavial's team on the initial field mission would put on an expression that says, 'I told you so.'

On the other hand, Minimalist's talent for design is beyond question. His interior design proposals are simple but effective, and many have reluctantly admitted that they have gained useful inspiration from his incessant nagging. As for the positive side of his personality, there are no (MISSING RECORD)

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I'm sorry. I should not overwrite other people's documents. I should not delete data from the terminal without permission. (100 repetitions omitted) —Minimalist

Despite all this, no operator truly dislikes Minimalist. It is clear to everyone that he is experiencing growing pains while trying to learn how to get along with others. For example, while other operators might seek help from more experienced colleagues when they run into trouble, Minimalist would mull over it on his own without speaking to anyone. He knows he should ask for help, but would instead drag things on for days. And when he finally makes a decision, the state of his hair will reflect the scale of the issue as he goes off on various unrelated tangents until he finally, reluctantly, talks about the problem.

Some operators have reported this to Closure: when helping someone else with a design, he struts like a fowlbeast that caught a dozen slugs that morning, but he has great difficulty asking for help when he runs into trouble himself. Perhaps it is a matter of pride—which is not a bad thing for a designer—but Minimalist needs to learn that anyone can run into problems, no matter how good they are, and that he should accept that rather than deny it.

'He can be pretty docile in that state. After you help him, follow up with a few words, and he'll do much better the next time.' —Unnamed Engineering Operator

Minimalist never thought he would leave Zeruertza, nor could he have imagined that he would work on repairing the great dome in the same way that a mortuary artist works on the dead. He did his best with the time he had, left the city where he grew up in slumber, and awoke to the sights and sounds of Acahualla. Most of the former residents of Zeruertza stayed with the tribespeople and began to build a new home, while Minimalist and a few other Infected came to Rhodes Island for treatment.

He rarely brings up Zeruertza, nor does he display much in the way of homesickness. Like many other former Zeruertzans, Minimalist's outlook is optimistic, believing that they will find a new home. He cannot help but feel a pang of regret, however, that the recognition that he finally earned must be buried underground, never again to see the light of day. At first, he wanted to help rebuild the new home. Whatever time he had left, he would use it, as the current Design Representative, to help the people of Zeruertza build a sustainable city. The plan eventually fell through, not because the Zeruertzans did not want to burden him with the responsibility, but because most of them were too busy enjoying their new lives on the surface to work together. So he accepted Gavial's proposal, and traveled to Rhodes Island to receive treatment for his Oripathy, somewhat to his chagrin.

Minimalist looked back at the rainforest on the day he departed. Lightrace had left to find his teacher, and the Zeruertzans had begun to build a scattering of temporary dwellings. Minimalist told Gavial that he expected his trip to Rhodes Island to be temporary, that someday, he'd return to build a home that everyone would be happy with.

Minimalist received his first major solo project several months after joining Rhodes Island: modifying a storage space on the lower levels of the ship, which had accumulated too much random equipment and items over the years due to a lack of planning, making any modification a complicated process. The Engineering Department hoped that the assignment would improve his approach, while also making preparations in case anything unexpected came up. As expected, Minimalist's face fell when he saw the storage space, but he surprisingly refrained from the long tirade that he might have went on under normal circumstances. Instead, he calmly accepted the assignment, and began working on a draft. One month later, Minimalist submitted a design that far exceeded expectations: the space was thoroughly reorganized, and areas previously wasted were put to good use. He went around the various departments that used the items kept there, working out their optimal method of storage, and discussing the design with other engineers. Each iteration took less and less time, the entire process went smoothly, and he was in good spirits.

Minimalist did not explain the surprising result, only expressing that he is enjoying designing on his own now because he wanted to see his teacher again, and to show them that he is strong, independent, and at peace.

We do not understand what happened between Minimalist and his teacher, or how Gavial changed him, but at least he seems to be in a good place right now. In one instance, when Minimalist realized that he had not felt pain for a while after undergoing treatment, he opened a barrel of Zeruertza berry tomato wine for the first time and enjoyed it in his quarters, feeling that time has slowed down, and that he had begun to understand why his fellows want to enjoy life to the fullest.

Since then, a change can be observed in Minimalist's designs: his quarters, for example, have begun to incorporate more gentle lines and colors other than white, as well as furniture with what he used to call 'meaningless' and 'aesthetically unsound' features.

In Gavial's words, they are finally suitable for habitation.

Have you ever seen Minimalist dressed up as a flower doll by Myrtle? It's truly a sight to behold.

It began when Myrtle held the 1st Rhodes Island Durin Party, which was also open to non-Durin. Minimalist never stopped complaining, but nevertheless decorated the activity room per Myrtle's instructions, all flowery and stuff.

As more and more people arrived, some of them got drunk on fruit wine—I won't say who brought it—and they began to dress each other up with the flowers in the room, in the style of a certain Durin festival. That's what happened to Minimalist, and Myrtle and Chestnut were the main culprits. They did an amazing job, let me tell you, and surprisingly Minimalist never got mad. He ended up joining in the fun, jumping all over the place to put flowers into other people's hair.

Like I said, I guess deep down, he actually loved it!