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Application: The Games
OUT of CHARACTER
Name: Dee
Other characters: Wyatt Earpthe_marshal
IN CHARACTER
Name: Albert Wesker
Fandom: Resident Evil (movie-verse)
Canon point/AU: Post-Retribution
Journal:president_evil
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History: The Resident Evil Wiki (The Anderson Continuity only).
Presentation:
Physically - Appearing to be a man in his late twenties, Albert Wesker is, at first glance, a handsome and fit human male. His hair is short, blond, and neatly slicked back from his face. Said face is clean shaven, firm of jaw, and full of mouth. The sunglasses (almost ever-present) that he wears might seem odd… but they’re nothing compared to what lies underneath.
Behind the dark glass, Wesker’s eyes are reptilian. The pupils elliptical and the irises like ancient, blood dipped coins. A dark, bronze center, ringed by pools of ruby. If that doesn’t startle you enough, just wait. With surges of adrenaline or strong emotion, those eyes will glow like burning coals.
He wasn’t born with those eyes, of course. Once upon a time his eyes were as blue and familiar as the afternoon sky. But that was before the T-virus. Before the experiments. Before he became less, and so much more, than human.
Sometime after Dr. Isaacs failed to capture, or recreate, the lost Project Alice, Wesker attempted to duplicate her success within himself. The result was his eyes. And his super-human strength. The enhanced senses. The regenerative healing abilities. The superior speed.
It was by all accounts a success, until the mutation appeared. Until the hunger began.
The bonding of the virus to his cells was not complete. It was imperfect, and before long he began to mutate, growing an almost “second mouth.” A mandible of sinewy tentacles and rough, boney teeth that spewed from his throat and out his mouth. Unchecked, there’s no knowing what he might have become, but being an intelligent, resourceful man with no little amount of experience with the infected, Wesker developed a simple, if unseemly, way to keep the virus from mutating him further.
He began to feed on human flesh.
Regular ingestion of fresh, untainted DNA, didn’t reverse the damage that had done, but it kept it from progressing.
To most, it might seem a terrible outcome.
But not for Wesker.
Yes, he might have lost something in the transition, but look at all that he’s gained.
Emotionally/Mentally - Machiavellian. Sociopathic. Both suitable words to describe Albert Wesker.
After all, he didn't assend to the position of Chairman of Umbrella's Board of Directors - and later President of what remained of the post-apocalyptic United States - simply by relying on his looks. (Though that was an undoubtedly useful tool that he used to its full advantage.)
He got there, by being an intelligent, charming, resourceful man. And, certainly, a determined one as well. What Wesker wants, he always gets, sooner or later, and if a few - sacrifices need to be made along the way,... well, that's just business. (Not that he probably won't get a private, personal, kick out of watching you go down in flames while he rises like the proverbial phoenix.) He has no qualms using others as stepping stones.
And he steps hard.
Motivations: What is best for Albert Wesker?
Look at any decision Wesker has made, any course of action he has taken, and the “whys” of it will, more often than not, boil down to that one question.
What will have the best return for himself?
For years, that was working within, for, the success of Umbrella, because what made Umbrella strong, made Wesker strong. The greater their wealth, the greater his. The wider their net of influence, the wider his.
He helped build an empire, and at his fingertips he commanded an army of loyal Umbrella soldiers.
But loyalty, so far as Wesker’s concerned, is vastly overrated, and as soon as the company fell outside of his control, he turned his back upon it and moved instead to rest his considerable deck of assets with the enemy of his enemy.
Why fight the Queen alone when Project Alice and her friends are only too willing to turn themselves into canon fodder?
Moral of the story, Wesker is a charming, intelligent, and resourceful leader and if your cause matches up with his own he will happily lend his support. But mind your back, as soon as your usefulness is at an end, or a better deal presents itself, he’ll just as easily stick a knife in it.
SAMPLES
Thread: The feed comes on, and he's seated regally before the camera, his broad shoulders straight and back and filling the bottom of the frame, his blond shining hair scrapping the top. His eyes are hidden behind dark lenses and for a moment it feels foreboding - this blank, unreadable face... but then his full mouth pulls. An amused little smirk.
Hello. His voice is pleasant. A rich, velvet like sound. Charmingly accented. He's only said one word and already some out there on the other end are calling him sophisticated. Intelligent. How nice to finally see you.
That's not technically correct, he had already been told how the little devices function, but he uses that word nonetheless. Purposely. It feels more personal this way. Intimate.
I'm told, I would not be where I am, that I would be here now, without all your - generosity. I do hope you know how deeply I appreciate that; and please, know that I do look forward to returning the favor.
His smile widened into a toothy grin. Pleasant. Handsome.
Shark-like.
Prose: At first, he considered the possibility that this was yet another in Umbrella's unending cycle of simulations. Some new test developed after his departure. Some new way to torture test subjects and study the biohazard.
But then he saw them - preening and chattering, lounging above him in their shimmering little box - and he knew, beyond a doubt, that was not the case. For all that Umbrella was, or was not, not even they were this ridiculous.
And, irregardless, there were no infected. And the Red Queen, who would have surely been eager to make her presence felt upon the "traitor Wesker," was no where to be seen.
No, this was something else. Something beyond his knowledge.
For now.
With that silent promise in mind, he gave the lot of them one last, lingering once over - committing each of their faces to memory - then, chin dropping just slightly, he simply moved.
One moment he was before them, the next he was across the room, a blur of pale hair and black uniform, suddenly twisting amongst a crowd of mannequins. Straight-armed, the heel of his open palm connected with one hard chest, cracking and caving the plastic. He turned, a graceful, deadly whirlwind, and his leg swept out, high and hard, connecting with the jaw of another, sending it tumbling.
Another twist and his arm shot out again, fingers held straight and strong as they speared in the chest of the third mannequin, his hand burying to the wrist.
Eyes burning, glowing like red-hot embers, he pulled free - the destroyed manniquin toppling to the floor with an unholy clatter - and turned to the last. His mouth opened... opened... impossibly opened, hi jaw unhinging as a mass of dark, writhing flesh poured from within him, all wet, dripping sinew and gleaming tooth.
The tentacles flexed, snapped, and as he lunged forward, clamped down on the mannequin's head and squeezed.
The plastic skull cracked, popped, and finally broke into series of jagged pieces that tumbled to the glossy floor and bounced off in several directions.
Silence fell, and he looked back, stared, as the mandible flexed and curled and slowly withdrew, folding back and disappearing back down his throat.
His jaw popped gently back into place and he smiled.
All gleaming white teeth.
What is your character scored: Wesker brings a vast set of skills and powers to the table. He got to where he was at Umbrella, the esteemed role of Chairman, by being intelligent, resourceful, charming, and yes, good looking.
Being able to turn a lie without so much of a blink of an eye is a talent he developed early and double-speak is practically his native tongue.
Before his infection, he was already trained and highly skilled in the marital arts, he was a crack shot with a gun, and he knew his way around a knife. After his infection, he gained a myriad of powers. Superior strength (so much that he can lift two full adults by their throats and hold them unsupported). Regenerative healing abilities (a knife to the head stopped him for only a moment, a shotgun blast to the face just a moment longer). Super speed (he can move so quickly that to observers he appears to be “teleporting” from place to place). Enhanced senses (hearing, smell, and obviously sight). The tentacles that make up his mutation can crush bone and rip through flesh (psychological effects upon other tributes also shouldn’t be overlooked). He also no longer needs to eat in the traditional sense.
The powers come with some limits though. His speed, especially, seems to only last for so long before he must rest. His eyes are sensitive to bright lights (hence the sunglasses) and despite his healing abilities, he can be “killed.” It’s just that he doesn’t stay that way for long before the virus revives him. Of course, the big one, he must have a regular influx of fresh DNA. (Mun-Note: Cannibalism is obviously frowned upon in the Capitol. In the game canon Wesker receives regular injections of a serum that keeps his virus under control. I am happy to use a similar plot here.)
All tallied and adjusting for loss, or dampening, of his abilities, I’d give him a 10. (Mun-note #2: I'm assuming he will keep, for instance, his enhanced senses and the tentacle-mandible thing, and some degree the regenerative abilites - just think of all the time and money he'll save the Capital! - but not the speed or superhuman strength. If I'm incorrect just let me know.)
Name: Dee
Other characters: Wyatt Earp
the_marshalIN CHARACTER
Name: Albert Wesker
Fandom: Resident Evil (movie-verse)
Canon point/AU: Post-Retribution
Journal:
president_evilIcon:
Headshot:
History: The Resident Evil Wiki (The Anderson Continuity only).
Presentation:
Physically - Appearing to be a man in his late twenties, Albert Wesker is, at first glance, a handsome and fit human male. His hair is short, blond, and neatly slicked back from his face. Said face is clean shaven, firm of jaw, and full of mouth. The sunglasses (almost ever-present) that he wears might seem odd… but they’re nothing compared to what lies underneath.
Behind the dark glass, Wesker’s eyes are reptilian. The pupils elliptical and the irises like ancient, blood dipped coins. A dark, bronze center, ringed by pools of ruby. If that doesn’t startle you enough, just wait. With surges of adrenaline or strong emotion, those eyes will glow like burning coals.
He wasn’t born with those eyes, of course. Once upon a time his eyes were as blue and familiar as the afternoon sky. But that was before the T-virus. Before the experiments. Before he became less, and so much more, than human.
Sometime after Dr. Isaacs failed to capture, or recreate, the lost Project Alice, Wesker attempted to duplicate her success within himself. The result was his eyes. And his super-human strength. The enhanced senses. The regenerative healing abilities. The superior speed.
It was by all accounts a success, until the mutation appeared. Until the hunger began.
The bonding of the virus to his cells was not complete. It was imperfect, and before long he began to mutate, growing an almost “second mouth.” A mandible of sinewy tentacles and rough, boney teeth that spewed from his throat and out his mouth. Unchecked, there’s no knowing what he might have become, but being an intelligent, resourceful man with no little amount of experience with the infected, Wesker developed a simple, if unseemly, way to keep the virus from mutating him further.
He began to feed on human flesh.
Regular ingestion of fresh, untainted DNA, didn’t reverse the damage that had done, but it kept it from progressing.
To most, it might seem a terrible outcome.
But not for Wesker.
Yes, he might have lost something in the transition, but look at all that he’s gained.
Emotionally/Mentally - Machiavellian. Sociopathic. Both suitable words to describe Albert Wesker.
After all, he didn't assend to the position of Chairman of Umbrella's Board of Directors - and later President of what remained of the post-apocalyptic United States - simply by relying on his looks. (Though that was an undoubtedly useful tool that he used to its full advantage.)
He got there, by being an intelligent, charming, resourceful man. And, certainly, a determined one as well. What Wesker wants, he always gets, sooner or later, and if a few - sacrifices need to be made along the way,... well, that's just business. (Not that he probably won't get a private, personal, kick out of watching you go down in flames while he rises like the proverbial phoenix.) He has no qualms using others as stepping stones.
And he steps hard.
Motivations: What is best for Albert Wesker?
Look at any decision Wesker has made, any course of action he has taken, and the “whys” of it will, more often than not, boil down to that one question.
What will have the best return for himself?
For years, that was working within, for, the success of Umbrella, because what made Umbrella strong, made Wesker strong. The greater their wealth, the greater his. The wider their net of influence, the wider his.
He helped build an empire, and at his fingertips he commanded an army of loyal Umbrella soldiers.
But loyalty, so far as Wesker’s concerned, is vastly overrated, and as soon as the company fell outside of his control, he turned his back upon it and moved instead to rest his considerable deck of assets with the enemy of his enemy.
Why fight the Queen alone when Project Alice and her friends are only too willing to turn themselves into canon fodder?
Moral of the story, Wesker is a charming, intelligent, and resourceful leader and if your cause matches up with his own he will happily lend his support. But mind your back, as soon as your usefulness is at an end, or a better deal presents itself, he’ll just as easily stick a knife in it.
SAMPLES
Thread: The feed comes on, and he's seated regally before the camera, his broad shoulders straight and back and filling the bottom of the frame, his blond shining hair scrapping the top. His eyes are hidden behind dark lenses and for a moment it feels foreboding - this blank, unreadable face... but then his full mouth pulls. An amused little smirk.
Hello. His voice is pleasant. A rich, velvet like sound. Charmingly accented. He's only said one word and already some out there on the other end are calling him sophisticated. Intelligent. How nice to finally see you.
That's not technically correct, he had already been told how the little devices function, but he uses that word nonetheless. Purposely. It feels more personal this way. Intimate.
I'm told, I would not be where I am, that I would be here now, without all your - generosity. I do hope you know how deeply I appreciate that; and please, know that I do look forward to returning the favor.
His smile widened into a toothy grin. Pleasant. Handsome.
Shark-like.
Prose: At first, he considered the possibility that this was yet another in Umbrella's unending cycle of simulations. Some new test developed after his departure. Some new way to torture test subjects and study the biohazard.
But then he saw them - preening and chattering, lounging above him in their shimmering little box - and he knew, beyond a doubt, that was not the case. For all that Umbrella was, or was not, not even they were this ridiculous.
And, irregardless, there were no infected. And the Red Queen, who would have surely been eager to make her presence felt upon the "traitor Wesker," was no where to be seen.
No, this was something else. Something beyond his knowledge.
For now.
With that silent promise in mind, he gave the lot of them one last, lingering once over - committing each of their faces to memory - then, chin dropping just slightly, he simply moved.
One moment he was before them, the next he was across the room, a blur of pale hair and black uniform, suddenly twisting amongst a crowd of mannequins. Straight-armed, the heel of his open palm connected with one hard chest, cracking and caving the plastic. He turned, a graceful, deadly whirlwind, and his leg swept out, high and hard, connecting with the jaw of another, sending it tumbling.
Another twist and his arm shot out again, fingers held straight and strong as they speared in the chest of the third mannequin, his hand burying to the wrist.
Eyes burning, glowing like red-hot embers, he pulled free - the destroyed manniquin toppling to the floor with an unholy clatter - and turned to the last. His mouth opened... opened... impossibly opened, hi jaw unhinging as a mass of dark, writhing flesh poured from within him, all wet, dripping sinew and gleaming tooth.
The tentacles flexed, snapped, and as he lunged forward, clamped down on the mannequin's head and squeezed.
The plastic skull cracked, popped, and finally broke into series of jagged pieces that tumbled to the glossy floor and bounced off in several directions.
Silence fell, and he looked back, stared, as the mandible flexed and curled and slowly withdrew, folding back and disappearing back down his throat.
His jaw popped gently back into place and he smiled.
All gleaming white teeth.
What is your character scored: Wesker brings a vast set of skills and powers to the table. He got to where he was at Umbrella, the esteemed role of Chairman, by being intelligent, resourceful, charming, and yes, good looking.
Being able to turn a lie without so much of a blink of an eye is a talent he developed early and double-speak is practically his native tongue.
Before his infection, he was already trained and highly skilled in the marital arts, he was a crack shot with a gun, and he knew his way around a knife. After his infection, he gained a myriad of powers. Superior strength (so much that he can lift two full adults by their throats and hold them unsupported). Regenerative healing abilities (a knife to the head stopped him for only a moment, a shotgun blast to the face just a moment longer). Super speed (he can move so quickly that to observers he appears to be “teleporting” from place to place). Enhanced senses (hearing, smell, and obviously sight). The tentacles that make up his mutation can crush bone and rip through flesh (psychological effects upon other tributes also shouldn’t be overlooked). He also no longer needs to eat in the traditional sense.
The powers come with some limits though. His speed, especially, seems to only last for so long before he must rest. His eyes are sensitive to bright lights (hence the sunglasses) and despite his healing abilities, he can be “killed.” It’s just that he doesn’t stay that way for long before the virus revives him. Of course, the big one, he must have a regular influx of fresh DNA. (Mun-Note: Cannibalism is obviously frowned upon in the Capitol. In the game canon Wesker receives regular injections of a serum that keeps his virus under control. I am happy to use a similar plot here.)
All tallied and adjusting for loss, or dampening, of his abilities, I’d give him a 10. (Mun-note #2: I'm assuming he will keep, for instance, his enhanced senses and the tentacle-mandible thing, and some degree the regenerative abilites - just think of all the time and money he'll save the Capital! - but not the speed or superhuman strength. If I'm incorrect just let me know.)