Mousse

[Code Name] Mousse [Gender] Female [Combat Experience] Half a year [Place of Birth] Victoria [Date of Birth] Aug. 19 [Race] Feline [Height] 154cm [Infection Status] Showed physical signs of Originium, infection confirmed by medical report.

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

Mousse was an apprentice baker in Londinium, Victoria when she became infected with Oripathy. Her parents sent her to Rhodes Island for treatment. At her request, Mousse was recruited as an Operator following psychological counseling and a battery of tests. Now a regular logistics staff member, she provides combat support.

Imaging tests for this Operator showed blurry outlines of internal organs with visible dark spots. Unusually high concentrations of Originium particles were present in her circulatory system, indicating infection and confirming her as Infected at this stage. [Cell-Originium Assimilation] 15% Operator Mousse displays ore lesions and other side effects indicative of Oripathy on her right arm. [Blood Originium-Crystal Density] 0.4u/L The Operator has been infected for a long time, with considerable effects on her overall health.

Operator Mousse was born to a large, affluent family in Londinium, Victoria. Big families with many siblings are common in the bloodline. Her older brothers and sisters had already found their way into the leadership of major corporations, military forces, or Arts research, while Mousse never showed any promise in Originium manipulation or finance, the family's traditional trade. Despite that, her parents didn't love her any less and supported her the best they could. Though frankly, the family didn't have very high hopes for her. In Victorian society, carousing wealthy socialites are the norm, but that just wasn't Mousse.

Before the Originium panic hit Victoria, the tension in Londinium was already high. Mousse went to work for a bakery called 'Valerie,' specializing in baking cakes, bread, and afternoon tea snacks. Mousse could not recall how she got infected, only that when her hands started mutating, her family quickly hid her in an isolated garden. This lonely, painful time was when she met the creatures she came to call 'kitties.' The 'kitties' weren't infected and were her only friends. A half-year later, her family contacted Rhodes Island and a few Operators came to the garden for a thorough exam on Mousse. Once the family agreed to pay the appropriate fees for RI Pharmaceuticals to take her in, she was moved to the island for treatment.

As for the creatures Operator Mousse dubbed 'kitties,' we have confirmed that they do not pose... imminent danger to Rhodes Island. All speculation regarding these animals has proved to be groundless. They really are ordinary creatures. When Mousse is not around to supervise them, they roam the island, climb up to high places and look down on things below. They seem to leave footprints in the corridor, deliberately announcing their presence with their elegant paws. They have fur and parts matching those of a normal animal, with biological functions to match, as Operators who come across their droppings could attest--and a problem eventually solved with dedicated effort from Mousse, Jessica, Provence and several others. Mousse has apologized for the trouble... with a sad expression reminiscent of her pets. Given her sincere apology and her promise to train the 'kitties,' such transgressions have been expunged from her official record.

Mousse has always felt inferior because of her hands, and she would always hold her hands tightly behind her back when speaking to her teammates. Unbeknownst to her, her hands never made anyone uncomfortable. On the contrary, the sight would fill their hearts with glee. After all, who wouldn't be pleased to see the enemy's armor being reduced to a mere scratching board underneath her digits?