Dur-nar

[Codename] Dur-nar [Gender] Female [Combat Experience] 8 years [Place of Birth] Columbia [Date of Birth] August 11 [Race] Vulpo [Height] 160cm [Originium Infection Condition] Medical tests have confirmed that no infection is present.

[Physical Strength] Excellent [Mobility] Standard [Physical Resilience] Standard [Tactical Acumen] Normal [Combat Skills] Excellent [Originium Arts Assimilation] Normal

Dur-nar was once a lieutenant in Columbia's standing army. For unknown reasons, she was discharged from military service and through regular recruitment channels, she joined Rhodes Island. She has serves as a drill instructor and defensive operator. She excels at using a specially-constructed shield for protection and at finding opportunities to strike enemies with her electric blade.

Imaging tests reveal clear, normal outlines of internal organs, and no abnormal shadows have been detected. Originium granules have not been detected in the circulatory system and there are no other signs of infection. At this time, this operator can be confirmed to be uninfected. [Somatic Cell-Originium Fusion Rate] 0% Physical exam shows no signs of Oripathy infection. [Blood Originium-Crystal Density] 0.16u/L Patient has extensive combat experience and bears scars of injuries from Originium. However, there is currently no sign of infection. Periodic examination is recommended.

The upright and candid former soldier is now responsible for mid-level standard courses at Rhodes Island and is also an instructor for introductory courses in heavy armor. Dur-nar previously served in Columbia's army, where she saw plenty of combat and gained a reputation as a highly skilled warfighter. She is something of a foodie, finding the greatest joy in life comes from what she puts in her mouth.

Due to the medical unit's (especially Hibiscus) strict management of provisions in addition to Dobermann's strict requirements for newly inducted operators, even if snacks were placed on Rhodes Island shelves, that does not guarantee that new operators would be able to get their hands on them, much less happily scarf down entire bags. Fortunately for everyone, there is Dur-nar. Through her connections in the logistics department, she has organized a snack network that spans the entirety of Rhodes Island. She spares no effort to provide everyone with the most delicious and cheapest snacks. She cannot hope to compete with 'hidden enemies' in a battle of wits and bravery, but her original intention was merely to add some happiness to the lives of those at Rhodes Island, anyway. On this basis, the managers have turned a blind eye to her activities. Besides, Dobermann's favorite food is actually -- (this record has come to an end suddenly and inexplicably)

Dur-nar is acquainted with Frostleaf, and it was clear from their first meeting at Rhodes Island that their memories of each other may not be pleasant. But time heals all wounds, and the two are no longer the warriors crossing swords that they once were. They have agreed to let the past be the past, and hold on tight to the life they had spent their youth chasing. After a period of warming up, and a bit of friction, Frostleaf came forward with a proposal. She invited Dur-nar to join her on a mission; an invitation the latter gladly accepted. Some people might not understand why a loner like Frostleaf would ask for a partner, but Dur-nar knew the reason: only those who are willing to atone for their sins can be trusted to stand together.

Dur-nar was once a most troublesome soldier, a thorn in the side of her commanders: she was an unsurpassed warrior, but would not listen to orders. When the brass had had enough of her stubbornness, they gave her a promotion, sending her to manage a squad of fresh recruits. She trained the kids, with great frustration, and they in turn changed her disposition. In time, she grew to accept the soldiers as her own. For the sake of their training, she traded her dual electric swords for the sword and shield combo she uses today. She put her heart and soul into her men, right up until the point when the brass decided to send them on a suicide mission. Dur-nar was beside herself. She flew into a rage and assaulted a suprior officer. She has been unwilling to discuss the events that followed. According to certain documents we've acquired, she was forcibly discharged. She then went through a period of hopping from security to police to mercenary work for short stints, up until she arrived at Rhodes Island. When the Doctor asked her in private why she had come to join Rhodes Island, she produced a letter. It was a letter of thanks from the few survivors of her squad of trainees. At the end of the letter, the Doctor fixated on a particular sentence, 'If there were a place where the command actually cared about the grunts, would you give it a try?' After that was an address to send her resume to Rhodes Island, along with all the names of the survivors. 'And that's why I'm here.'

'I saw her. If I'm not mistaken, at that time, she was still known as 'Patrick's Spring.' If you mentioned this code name to any of the senior officers, I guarantee you their eyes would light up. She was that famous. You didn't know that? Oh, of course. You're not from Columbia. Have you heard of the Springtime Offensive? Yes, that's right. THAT Springtime Offensive. Both sides were still getting ready for battle. She picked up two electric blades all by herself and went charging at a group of enemies. I've never seen someone with such an outstanding character as that. The enemy never knew what hit them. The rest of our troops followed her lead, and that was that. The enemy was finished. Yes, she's a strong one, all right. She can do anything. She's just not great at obeying discipline. She really gave those old guys a hard time. I still remember the looks on their faces at her award ceremony. It was something to behold. For a period of time, all of Columbia's recruitment materials had her and her alone on them. It's a shame that I never heard much about her after she moved units. Oh man, she's with you guys. How did you manage to recruit her? My companions have been looking for her for a long time. Even after all this time, she probably fetches a huge commission. Oh, it's time to go. Shift's up, I need to withdraw. Come by and talk more the next time you get a chance. It's a date.' Source: Excerpt of recorded conversional between personnel member D335 and Headhunter H. Jr.

Raising a firm shield and facing the enemy is only the first step. When to draw, when to ram, when to defend—every step requires consideration, and for Dur-nar, these considerations have long since become conditioned reflexes. As a soldier, she never feared standing against might nor skill, and as an Operator, she uses her shield to bring protection to others. Her blade is still keen as ever, her shield still as firm.