- 海沫
- ハイモア
- 하이모어
Highmore
Guard — Reaper
Cannot be healed by allies; Attacks deal AoE damage; Recovers 50 HP for every enemy hit during attacks, up to Block count
- II10
- Melee
- DPS
Bonuses
[Code Name] Highmore
[Gender] Female
[Combat Experience] None
[Place of Birth] Iberia
[Date of Birth] Aug 23
[Race] Ægir
[Height] 156cm
[Infection Status]
Medical tests have confirmed that no infection is present.
[Gender] Female
[Combat Experience] None
[Place of Birth] Iberia
[Date of Birth] Aug 23
[Race] Ægir
[Height] 156cm
[Infection Status]
Medical tests have confirmed that no infection is present.
[Physical Strength] Excellent
[Mobility] Standard
[Physical Resilience] Outstanding
[Tactical Acumen] Normal
[Combat Skill] Standard
[Originium Arts Assimilation] Flawed
[Mobility] Standard
[Physical Resilience] Outstanding
[Tactical Acumen] Normal
[Combat Skill] Standard
[Originium Arts Assimilation] Flawed
Highmore was brought to Rhodes Island for medical treatment after being involved in an operation in Iberia.
Based on observation and her test results, she was approved to become a field operator and now supports various missions around Iberia.
Based on observation and her test results, she was approved to become a field operator and now supports various missions around Iberia.
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 is no sign of infection. At this time, the operator is believed to be uninfected.
[Cell-Originium Assimilation] 0%
Operator Highmore shows no signs of Originium infection.
[Blood Originium-Crystal Density] 0.08u/L
Operator Highmore rarely comes into contact with Originium.
That's it, what else do you want to know? The proliferation of Seaborn tissue on her arms and weapon? That's far beyond my area of expertise. I'm just a doctor who doesn't even know what a Sea Terror is, after all. Why don't you consult a biologist instead?
[Cell-Originium Assimilation] 0%
Operator Highmore shows no signs of Originium infection.
[Blood Originium-Crystal Density] 0.08u/L
Operator Highmore rarely comes into contact with Originium.
That's it, what else do you want to know? The proliferation of Seaborn tissue on her arms and weapon? That's far beyond my area of expertise. I'm just a doctor who doesn't even know what a Sea Terror is, after all. Why don't you consult a biologist instead?
I still remember how disorganized we were when Highmore first arrived at Rhodes Island.
Those of us who were present at the time should still remember it clearly. The Hunters from Ægir had only just finished their report at the Rhodes Island Landship and left when Tulip and Mizuki sent us such a big surprise. Even Dr. Kal'tsit was still in talks with Iberia...
Though we always say we can't ignore a wounded patient in need, we're still responsible for the safety of the other personnel after all. If it weren't for Amiya using her power and guaranteeing that Highmore was different from those appalling creatures, we wouldn't have known what to do. I even heard that Medical faced some technical difficulties when operating on her wounds and the hyperplastic tissues?
That's not all. After the surgery, Mizuki even requested us to accept her as an operator, to allow her to once again experience life amongst people... We weren't the only ones surprised, I'd wager even Amiya couldn't hide her astonishment, and Tulip was next to her just coughing lightly.
As for me? Well, I ended up being the one in charge of arranging and recording her test results. ...No, I don't think there was anything worth remembering or discussing, especially not her weapon impact tests on bionic dummies. If you're really interested, have mercy on me and go check the recordings yourself.
Those of us who were present at the time should still remember it clearly. The Hunters from Ægir had only just finished their report at the Rhodes Island Landship and left when Tulip and Mizuki sent us such a big surprise. Even Dr. Kal'tsit was still in talks with Iberia...
Though we always say we can't ignore a wounded patient in need, we're still responsible for the safety of the other personnel after all. If it weren't for Amiya using her power and guaranteeing that Highmore was different from those appalling creatures, we wouldn't have known what to do. I even heard that Medical faced some technical difficulties when operating on her wounds and the hyperplastic tissues?
That's not all. After the surgery, Mizuki even requested us to accept her as an operator, to allow her to once again experience life amongst people... We weren't the only ones surprised, I'd wager even Amiya couldn't hide her astonishment, and Tulip was next to her just coughing lightly.
As for me? Well, I ended up being the one in charge of arranging and recording her test results. ...No, I don't think there was anything worth remembering or discussing, especially not her weapon impact tests on bionic dummies. If you're really interested, have mercy on me and go check the recordings yourself.
Highmore does not shy away from revealing personal information, and readily cooperated with our background investigation.
When the topic of her parents came up, Highmore continued to maintain a facade of calmness and indifference, but we were able to get a glimpse of her feelings through her phrasing and micro-expressions.
The tragedy she experienced is little different from that of many other Ægirs in Iberia. Whether it was her father being spirited away by the Inquisition under the pretense of his Ægir identity, never to return, or her mother gradually becoming mute in the few remaining years of her life before finally dying of despair, their departures left an irreparable mark in her life.
Surprisingly, she does not seem to harbor any grudge or regret towards the Inquisition. Instead, she blames the townsfolk for falsely accusing her father to save their own skins, the neighbors for spreading false rumors of her mother's alluring voice, and herself for being helpless to change anything yet unable to let go.
She directs her hatred toward human weakness rather than ill will, and perhaps that is why she continues to wallow in remorse and shame to this day.
When the topic of her parents came up, Highmore continued to maintain a facade of calmness and indifference, but we were able to get a glimpse of her feelings through her phrasing and micro-expressions.
The tragedy she experienced is little different from that of many other Ægirs in Iberia. Whether it was her father being spirited away by the Inquisition under the pretense of his Ægir identity, never to return, or her mother gradually becoming mute in the few remaining years of her life before finally dying of despair, their departures left an irreparable mark in her life.
Surprisingly, she does not seem to harbor any grudge or regret towards the Inquisition. Instead, she blames the townsfolk for falsely accusing her father to save their own skins, the neighbors for spreading false rumors of her mother's alluring voice, and herself for being helpless to change anything yet unable to let go.
She directs her hatred toward human weakness rather than ill will, and perhaps that is why she continues to wallow in remorse and shame to this day.
When the townsfolk attempted to pry open the door—to take away her mother's corpse—shouting, cursing, declaring the drought to be a curse she'd brought about, wanting to purge it by incinerating the body...
It was still afternoon, the sun still high up in the sky. Yet, I swear I saw starlight through the window. It formed a humanoid body, looking grand and divine, with bright blue stars marking an old man's joints. They fluttered around like spores in the wind, while lines of starlight coalesced into blood vessels. Countless moist and vibrant organisms converged harmoniously, drawing out the lines and contours of a human body.
When the old man raised his arm, it was like a bite had been taken out of the crowd. Where his hand passed, there remained no noise, nor any marks, or even bloodstains. The wriggling starlight consumed all violence, leaving only silence in its wake.
When the entire street was fully illuminated by starlight—it took but a moment—the grandpa, the bishop, started walking towards me. Behind him flowed a living carpet, or a cape, or something, formed of nothing but the stars and the ocean.
It was serene, beautiful, brilliant. Ah, so this is what humans should really be like...
I, too, wish to join that patch of starlight.
It was still afternoon, the sun still high up in the sky. Yet, I swear I saw starlight through the window. It formed a humanoid body, looking grand and divine, with bright blue stars marking an old man's joints. They fluttered around like spores in the wind, while lines of starlight coalesced into blood vessels. Countless moist and vibrant organisms converged harmoniously, drawing out the lines and contours of a human body.
When the old man raised his arm, it was like a bite had been taken out of the crowd. Where his hand passed, there remained no noise, nor any marks, or even bloodstains. The wriggling starlight consumed all violence, leaving only silence in its wake.
When the entire street was fully illuminated by starlight—it took but a moment—the grandpa, the bishop, started walking towards me. Behind him flowed a living carpet, or a cape, or something, formed of nothing but the stars and the ocean.
It was serene, beautiful, brilliant. Ah, so this is what humans should really be like...
I, too, wish to join that patch of starlight.
[Miscellaneous Records]
Child, I am not against your desire to change, starting with your name. However, I do not give you this name for you to simply blindly chase after some vague higher goal.
Humans are infinitesimally small, unbelievably small. We are each but a tiny grain awash in the waves.
In our imaginations, the lives of ordinary people able to live self-sufficiently may suffice to represent all of humanity. However, within such imagination, the term 'humanity' eminently excludes the Infected, the impoverished barely able to eke out a living, the wanderers without a home in the wilderness, the Sarkaz branded with the epithet of evil, and we of Ægir. Such massive-yet-myopic idealism does not even include the land and the sea humans rely on to live, nor the flora and fauna that are reduced to mere resources. It contains only humans, and the creations they pride themselves upon.
This irrationality stems from the weakness and inefficacy of humanity, their inequality and distrust. Only by shedding our laziness and degeneration, by shattering our biases in the pursuit of evolution, can we finally realize the value of a human being.
Oh, Highmore. How dearly I wish for you to stand higher, to discover the means to bind all of this together, to find all the myriad paths to walk towards this future, instead of simply basking in the faint glory of any one pioneer.
Child, I am not against your desire to change, starting with your name. However, I do not give you this name for you to simply blindly chase after some vague higher goal.
Humans are infinitesimally small, unbelievably small. We are each but a tiny grain awash in the waves.
In our imaginations, the lives of ordinary people able to live self-sufficiently may suffice to represent all of humanity. However, within such imagination, the term 'humanity' eminently excludes the Infected, the impoverished barely able to eke out a living, the wanderers without a home in the wilderness, the Sarkaz branded with the epithet of evil, and we of Ægir. Such massive-yet-myopic idealism does not even include the land and the sea humans rely on to live, nor the flora and fauna that are reduced to mere resources. It contains only humans, and the creations they pride themselves upon.
This irrationality stems from the weakness and inefficacy of humanity, their inequality and distrust. Only by shedding our laziness and degeneration, by shattering our biases in the pursuit of evolution, can we finally realize the value of a human being.
Oh, Highmore. How dearly I wish for you to stand higher, to discover the means to bind all of this together, to find all the myriad paths to walk towards this future, instead of simply basking in the faint glory of any one pioneer.
During a trip back to the landship, Highmore came to the abrupt realization that the mission she had just participated in was simply a short line on a random tactical planning map. To be clear, this should have been obvious with a bit of logic.
The difference this time was that she had suddenly discovered countless other lines just like it, along with operator codenames crammed wherever they fit, as if weaving a constellation chart, each point connecting people together.
Why had she never paid attention before, despite having seen similar things so many times? Heh, without even realizing it, you all are gently re-weaving the homes that humans rely on.
Or perhaps, it could be us.
The difference this time was that she had suddenly discovered countless other lines just like it, along with operator codenames crammed wherever they fit, as if weaving a constellation chart, each point connecting people together.
Why had she never paid attention before, despite having seen similar things so many times? Heh, without even realizing it, you all are gently re-weaving the homes that humans rely on.
Or perhaps, it could be us.
HP
2370
ATK
710
DEF
454
RES
0
Cost
22
ATK Interval
1.3 sec
Block
2
Redeploy
70 sec
Talents
- Sustenance from the ReaperRecover 30 Elemental Damage for each enemy hit during attacks, up to Block count
- Interfluence from MaladieIn [Mizuki & Caerula Arbor], ASPD +25, Block +1
Skills
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Surrendrance from HindsightOffensive RecoveryAuto ActivationSP Cost2The ATK of next attack increases to 165%, attacking twice consecutivelyatk_scale1.65
Evanescence from ParanoiaAuto RecoveryManual ActivationInitial SP20SP Cost30Duration20 secATK +60%, gain 60% Physical dodge, and recover 10% of max HP whenever an enemies dies within rangeatk0.6prob0.6hp_ratio0.1
Modules
ORIGINALHighmore's Badge
Operator Highmore has demonstrated a remarkable aptitude in dispatching enemy swathes with little to no support.
The Field Operations Department has thus passed the following resolution:
This operator shall be appointed a Guard Operator during field operations to exercise Reaper responsibilities.
In witness whereof,
This badge is hereby conferred upon the above named.
REA-X'Weighing Anchor'Stage Stats Upgrade Description 1 - HP +160
- ASPD +4
Reaper Trait Cannot be healed by allies; Attacks deal AoE damage; Recovers 60 HP for every enemy hit during attacks, up to Block count2 - HP +230
- ASPD +5
Sustenance from the Reaper Recover 35 Elemental Damage for each enemy hit during attacks, up to Block count3 - HP +300
- ASPD +6
Sustenance from the Reaper Recover 40 Elemental Damage for each enemy hit during attacks, up to Block count
This is not the first time I bring you out to sea. You've heard countless ocean tales from me.
You already know how the tides flow, and how they ebb. You know that when pale blue light shines in the surface, you are no longer to bother the fins and seabeasts. You know that when the pinnacle of Oberos Lighthouse touches the very top of the Shadow-Moon, we Ægir should return home.
You are familiar with the skyscraping surges, and the smallest of sprays. You've learned to converse with them, haven't you? You love to chatter with them, and they are glad to tell you how they are feeling. Do you still remember what they told you? They are but one part of the sea; they are one and the same. You know where the surges will stop and rest, and you know where the tiniest suds will assimilate into the ocean. I have nothing left to tell you now. Hence, this time will be very different; you must prepare yourself, and you must listen to me.
We are familiar with the earth and ocean; they have made me and my vessel old, unable to reach farther places. You see? The briny winds dry my cheeks, the air erodes at my bones, the starlight presses down on my shoulders, and if not for you, even lifting this oar would likely be beyond me. But you are different. Your arms are still growing, your bones and flesh are sturdier than mine, your eyes livelier, and your thoughts brighter. You should make it to higher, farther waters. Young child, you must sail far. Child, this sea will be very different. Gone will be the fins you know, gone will be the fearsome seabeasts, and there will be no lighthouse to guide your way, as your destination is in the seas beyond where the stars shine... However, still there will be tides there, still there will be waves, and still there will be countless glimmering specks of ocean foam just like you, Highmore. I trust that, just as before, you will be familiar with these new tides, and familiar with these new waves. They will tell you stories even I haven't heard. You must accompany the twin moons—no, you must go somewhere higher, farther, vaster than the twin moons...
The meaning of a voyage is not mine to give, for you will find it yourself. But first you must remember, Highmore, remember what I've told you. A voyage is by no means a retreat, and the reason we leave our home is by no means our disappointment with it. Your voyage is because you are young, because you are sturdy, and because it is for a home as young and hope-filled as you. Once you have seen tide upon tide, seen wave upon wave, you must return home, and you must return to tell us.
Highmore, a voyage is not a farewell. You must remember, remember your anchor, for so long as you have your anchor, your vessel will be sure to make landfall; so long as you have your anchor, you, voyaging child, will be sure to return home.
RIIC Base Skills
Consciousness CompatibilityWhen this Operator is assigned to a Factory, all Rhine Lab and Pinus Sylvestris skills in the Factory are considered Standardization skills
Standardization β
When this Operator is assigned to a Factory, productivity +25%