/Semi lit Canon divergent multifandom and oc friendly Alfred Ashford from Resident evil Code Veronica/
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Will involve themes of misused power, incestuous facination with siblings, loss in identity, socally awkward interactions, polite over outbursts, deteriorating reality, sadism, gore, madness born from privilege,
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Blog Roll: @plagainfected , @f1naltestament
Interactions- I am open to any rps. This boy will be oc and multifandom friendly. So I'm not picky.
Follwing- Mun is 21+ written by chesh/medivigor! so no minors , you follow I follow back! Will no longer follow first.
Plotting- I'm not much of a plotter. I don't plot much bit when I come up with an idea I'll gladly dm you and discuss it!
Harassment- I am very against turfs, homophobic, and callout posts. So if I see one I will block. This also goes for targeting me. You don't like me. Block me. Its as easy as that!
Shipping- My rendition of Alfred is straight but only has intrest in women who closely resemble his sister Alexia. He is someone who will develop a very unhealthy obsession with that person. And will come up with ways to get them to look like his sister. So if you don't like toxic relationships please let me know.
Time- I have no job but there's no garentee I will always be on! I also have mental issues so timing of threads will be wonky and weird. So bare with me♡
Alfred as a whole- Alfred is a seriously disturbed individual with a strong obsession with his sister. His interactions will be awkward or hostile depending on how you interact with him. He will not be a nice man.
Unfollowing- you unfollowed me. Please hard block so I don't follow you again. My pea brain can't remember so please just hard block.
Overall- have fun! I'm a nice person so if you're nice to me then I will return the favor to you! Have fun!!
His eyes were nearly swollen shut and his breathing was catching on itself as he struggled to hold back a cough so pain wouldn't shoot though his chest. Wheezing slightly as he looked at Wesker. He was aware he was in search of his sister he wasn't stupid. Yet the fact he said he'd most likely join his sister in a grave made Alfred stiffen.
"I...would much rather not die.." he lookd around and coughed up blood. His vision was unbearably hazy and it hurt to shut them. His body was refusing to work with him. Damn thoes Redfield's..damn them to hell! He clenched his fist before weakly wiping his lips free from blood. His research on the Veronica Virus was lost to him.
"My sister isn't dead.." he finally fully processed what Wesker said. He refused to believe it as he looks back at the facility. He wants to run back. Find her. But Wesker said they had to go. She'll never leave him like this. Right..? He falls to his knees as he shuts his eyes. Not her..anything but her!
"ALEXIA!" Tears run down his swollen eyes as he reaches out towards the halls. He finally gets her back but now? She's gone again. Ripped from his grasp. No. Not again.." I can't lose her again!" He was like a child who lost his favorite toy. But in truth his brain couldn't handle it. His brain was going haywire.
God, he was even more pathetic than he remembered. Alexia had always been the better of the twins, had always been the stronger and more intelligent. Whatever Alfred was... was the leftovers and rejected half of a set of twins.
He could remember Alexia in his youth with Umbrella, how a tiny, ten year old girl had made William hiss in avid jealousy, how the entire thing had caught Albert in the middle. Truly, he didn't miss any of it. A bunch of children with emotions that ran too high.
"You really are pathetic," he muttered, dropping Alfred as the other man pulled away and subbed like he was a ten year old girl who lost their doll. Honestly, it was just pitiful.
"There is no time to mourn right now. This place is falling apart, and my plane is leaving very soon. You can either join me or you can stay to rot with your sister's corpse." Whatever the case, Wesker was not going to wait around forever.
He stepped over Alfred, as if to dignify he was done waiting.
Alfred gripped his pants tightly. His nails digging into his thighs. Tears rolling down his eyes as he watched the man who saved him step past him and continued moving. His fight or flight kicked in. As much as he loves Alexia his work couldn't be done without him. So long waiting. Fifteen years of waiting only for it to go down the toilet thanks to the Redfield's.
He gets up. And he reluctantly follows Wesker. His blue eyes pinned on the floor for a moment before rushing. He could feel everything closing in around him. A hallway of red curtains falling around him as he shut his eyes. Alexia's laughter echoing in his mind like a church bell. He couldn't take it. He wanted to live but he also wanted his sister. His chest rising in falling as he ran.
But in reality he was running towards the plane. Mind torn. Mentally and one might even think physically because of the damage thats been done to his body. He hated that this...man had dared make a good point..his good point resulted in him leaving his sister. Yet death wasn't an option.
"I..hate you.." He muttered as he climbed his way up into the cockpit of the plane as he rotated his anger towards Claire. He hadn't been paying much attention to everything around him as he experienced his psychosis. Tears still rolled freely down his face as he looked back one more time down the halls towards where his sister could be..he wanted to wait. Oh by god he wanted to.
Never excuse Alfred's actions. He is a monster. He will never change. He's fucked in the head. HE WILL KILL YOU IF GIVEN THE CHANCE. HE'S NOT SOMETHING YOU CAN CHANGE WITH TIME.
"My dear Grace it would be a plesure to have you over for dinner." He withdraws a card from his jacket pocket and hands it to her. A finely decorated gold lined card that says:
'You are humbly invited to the Ashford household'. With an address to complete it. It was on the richer side of town where the more wealthy folks lived. He kept his back straight, his chin rather high. He talked like old money. Very aristocratically polite. He spoke with a calm tone. Though his voice seemed almost high pitched for a man like him.
"All you need to do is hand this to my butler and he will let you in." He doesn't just hand thoes out willy nilly either. He was a recluse. And yet he finds himself going out into the city like Rockford Island never existed. But not his sister. No she still lives. She's just sleeping in this woman. She just needs to wake up. He'd make her wake up. He'd see her again even if it kills him.
He waits for her to take it. He himself cant properly read socal ques so her uncomfortable twitches flew right past his head. His brain seemed keen on her coming. He'd show her around. Treat her as a guest. But she's more than that. So much more." I own a mansion just on the other side of town. I hope you like roast duck." He giggles lightly. A weird sound that exited his lips as he covered his mouth with the tips of his fingers.
aaaaand now she was freaked out again. she was absolutely not going to his house. did she seem that stupid and gullible to him? he was already acting strange, she sure as fuck wasn't going to go get murdered at his place. no thank you. and a mansion? did he think she was poor and would be that easily impressed? absolutely not. she had lived in a mansion before and she had no desire to step into another one.
and that weird, dolphin like laugh of his was not gaining him any points. christ. did they make normal men anymore in this world? she was starting to doubt it.
“ u-uhm… w-well a-actually i-i prefer n-not going to a strangers house. c-can we find a r-restaurant or something instead? ” she asked, taking his card and staring at it blankly. her words were more of a we will go out to a restaurant somewhere or we're not going to have dinner even if the words came out nervous. but another look between him and his card…
Alfred's smile dropped for a moment. But it was as though a switch flipped in his brain. Anything for his queen. His angel. His lifeline. He nods a few times. Teaching into his pocket he pulled out a flip phone and dialed a number. He held it up to his ear for a moment before speaking.
"Yes. I'd like to cancel dinner tonight. I'll be going out." The butler on the other side sounded surprised as he said this. But agreed nonetheless as his smile returned. Why not offer her to make the choice to where they were going to eat? His smile returning as he put his phone away. He couldn't understand the concept of thoes touchpad bricks they called smartphones. So better was simple.
"Well my dear. I'm yours to command. Where would you like to eat?" He stared at her for a little too long. It was as though he was love struck with her. But something different was laying under the surface the more he looked into her eyes. She didn't act like Alexia. No..too timid. Too shy and possibly easily scared. But nevertheless he could work with that. He can train her. Teach her to grow in confidence. So many imperfections but she'll be made perfect. If he can gain her trust that is.
Some part of him believes he's already lost points in that department. Not that he knew his laugh would be one of the reasons as to why he wasn't gaining that many with Grace. Soon. She'll be called Alexia. She'd look gorgeous in a aristocratic dress..
If alfred got into a relationship with a woman he'd be controlling and super toxic. He'd say things like "Why don't you wear that dress I got you? Put it on." If she doesn't wear his dresses he bought her that matches alexia's style or 'you cut your hair..now you're going to have to grow it out again..' if they happen to not want to have long hair or even." Put the wig back on." If he has a wig for them to wear and they refuse to wear it. He'll more than likely throw a fit if they refuse. And might even get physical.
