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An ORIGINAL CHARACTER for the RESIDENT EVIL game series ( Based off in game material, books, and Headcanons ). Non-selective and open to AU, OC, and crossovers. Discord given to mutuals only. Formerly rivalinfect, Rules under readmore. DOSSIER. LORE. HEADCANONS.

#pinned post

Work stress

#;; classified (visage)#;; scribblings (my art/edits)#( imagine capturing live chainsaws just so your team leader can set them loose later. smh )#( and on his ‘enemy’ Chris )#( we all know it’s a weird obsession )#( all the while wesker is on his computer playing RuneScape )#( tbh one of my better depictions of Al )

He’s wondering why the BSAA have such shitty network connectivity.

#;; scribblings (my art/edits)#;; classified (visage)#( hard to be a spy in the BSAA when half of their tools don’t even work )#( they should consider a company wide vpn )

Antarctic base + Rock piece of crap island.

#;; classified (visage)#;; scribblings (my art/edits)#( the way I’m going feral for the cv remake )#( have I also mentioned that I enjoy drawing tactical bandage? )#( I’ll have to make his other game outfits as well >:) )

leonkennedy

RESIDENT EVIL: VERONICA (2027)

#( where it all started for me )#;; common foe (isms)

@separateways asked: Why ever would a girl be interested in evil? || X.

His mind goes empty, hesitant on crossing the threshold that divides reality on an inevitable brink of changing all that careful thoughts had previously planned and counted on in her future instrument to a pending answer, or simply, the aid in a never ending conclusion that encircled the world time and time again. Yet hes frozen, breathes taut in and out as if sucking air through a straw as the scene that plays out in front of him washes over like a distant movie that hasn't quite reached the public, scrapped to all except his dark hues now widening in its shocking truth. He had heard whispers that had seemed outlandish at a previous time but had never taken quite so at face value.

Years had past since the last he had contacted what they had on file for her information, a distant recollection of fond memories that stirs something of sentimentally however muted the feeling presented itself fleeting among the tapping of semi gloved fingers against a phones screen. Another job, another war that required her talent of narrow precision and execution, offered so casually through a call.

Lips press a fine line across a face curled into a semi flat smirk as the familiar beats of her voice some how warm him. Cool notes that had its edge on the brink of innuendo that leaves out the proof of what words truly mean in action. Paling now in comparison to what awaits the result of misinterpretation.

"You're not serious are you?", the sound forces its way out in the growing silence that insists on keeping him rooted outside her doorway, a scrutiny of the lines that create the shape of her face and their practiced stoicism a drastic contrast to the babe bundled and held close to her breast, cooing softly that pricks at his sensitive hearing to the point of irritability. The hairs on the back of his neck stand on end as he tries to rationalize this moment made real by his own admission.

A flick of a tongue grazes over the back of teeth set to grinding to self soothe, calm the reaction borne simply from not knowing and redeem the facts that so demand to be seen plainly. The softened gaze, the slackness of shoulders surrendered to a peaceful life budding on motherhood had never crossed his mind on how they looked on her. A sigh escapes as if being withheld for centuries.

"I hope you know what you're doing..."

#separateways #v; AU tbd #( Mei mention )#( I just think it's funny that he would be jealous of a child lol )#( he'll get over it )#( then send a blanket or something )

Over the years the Hive Capture Force (HCF) has acquired various contracts primarily in reconnaissance and information brokerage as well as a secondary function of assisting in "clean up" or "damage control" and acquiring assets/critical inventory ( virus samples, test subjects, supplies etc. ) mercenary work for private sectors as well as public however donning the flag or company uniform of contemporary settings should the need for low profile/espionage arise. All in all to either aid or destroy targets as intended.

Umbrella:

Formerly a specialized task force created specifically dealing as a like minded "hive" unit to protect company assets and key players as well as provide false alibis if needed through manufactured information.

'The Organization' & Wesker unit:

Notably aided in extracting Albert from the mansion incident, as well as assisting in raids on Rockfort Island/Antarctic base in December 1998. This partnership continued through to the destruction of Umbrella's secret Russian base, parting as Albert suggests the recreation of Umbrella Post RE4.

USSTRATCOM/USSOCOM:

Prior to the creation of DSO and the downfall of Umbrella, the HCF privately aided in the acquisition of incriminating information to help "build a case" against the dealings of umbrella as a whole.

The Connections:

A primary and long standing partnership that lasted from 2000 - 2026, working in tandem with the companies long term goals. However ties would fray during the events of RE7 at the poor handling of Evelyn and the inevitable infection of the Bakers. Full separation post RE9 as Elpis is obtained to be studied.

FBC:

Agents infiltrate the company and HCF would privately aid in the Terragrigian panic incident after leaks of private messages with veltro terrorists surface through obscure channels. Notably Jessica Sherawat is offered a position after the events of RE:revelations.

TerraSave:

Random donations were given during the creation of the company, but most notably, observed and tracked survivors during the HQ attack and Fear Experiments.

FBI/BSAA - BSAA Europe:

Sporadically agents are deployed to "watch" or spread necessary information. Notably the kijuju incident and Weskers plot to "enhance" mankind, as well as informing the whereabouts of the absence of BSAA operative Jill Valentine. Exposure being key in this area, however playing a role in aid/destruction to or of a controlled situation. Grace Ashcroft would be observed and tracked as well, prior to the events of RE9.

#Filed under: TOP SECRET #( Terragrigia was an inside job )#( possible WIP as more games are created/info released )

otherwindow

#;; top secret ( isms )#( cake for daaayys )

Mr. Invisible

#;; common foe (isms)#;; aesthetic

auserwahlt

𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐀𝐍.

#;; persons of interest ( promo )#( this post has only 7mins... 7mins before you follow this bb forever )

MAN AMONG MONSTERS

It is always better to avenge dear ones than to indulge in mourning. For every one of us, living in this world means waiting for our end.

An ORIGINAL CHARACTER for the RESIDENT EVIL game series ( Based off in game material, books, and Headcanons ). Non-selective and open to AU, OC, and crossovers. Discord given to mutuals only. Formerly rivalinfect.

#;; Persons of interest ( promo )#( sigh... finally finding my groove )#resident evil rp #resident evil

@gracrofts said: I do not listen to anyone who uses the word immoral. || X.

She is a child crying out, a heart beating so harshly to a point that it nearly leaps from its cage into his sensitive ears, and he, simply an onlooker to flushed paled cheeks and tear stained eyes that set to swelling eyelids from their efforts to nearly close sky blues shut - Still afraid of the dark or rather what had lurked in its shade. He stays relatively quiet, simply having observed the hysterics at its climax as he had ferried their little troupe from the bowels of the sanatoriums tunnels and into what remains of the RPDs interior. A quick sweep sets right to tension building within the depths of decaying bulwark almost too silent to be called safe, but more than 10 times a relief than putrid sterility enclosed behind whatever comfort Gideon's own property held. A grievance that he had allowed that reptile's continued existence to plague and play doctor for yet what felt like a millenia since Umbrella's fall. The last of the the old guard reduced to fanatics upon ashes, vying for a remaining determination somewhere keyed to her existence.

Little lost lamb the thought had passed having tracked her movements since the beginning of Alyssa's death, although half hearted and more than not to keep tabs rather than harm. It was clear from the start that she would be no more useful to a question that had so puzzled the release of Elpis as if Spencer's last will and testament had been only to vex anyone who cared for it. She, like them, just as if not more so, on the brink of collapse as scrutiny determines the heaviness of shoulders waning their structure to gravitys gentle pull downward. At length he steadies her with a broad hand to the lower back in support of wobbling legs as he allows her choice in the pace in which they travel the threshold. Be it more so urgency laced pressure applied like a spur to direct rather than demand. Arguments in hushed whispers from his sordid allies prick at his ears as he is waved on, left with her care as discussion are made in preparation for their persuer.

In hollowed halls the howling winds presence sweeps deris decades old in their path as she is led to an adjacent office space crusted with grime and fallout from echos of an explosion long ago. One hard rotted chair is wrenched from their path so she is given a wider berth before being indicted to sit on a desk parallel to this with one gloved finger tapping the table top. She is wide eyed, blue saucers still in the throws of some terror gripped experience that render her seemingly immobile, to which, he lifts her by the hips setting them to rest where he had indicated.

"Does it still hurt?", a question more to bring her back to reality, root her in a tangible space thats only made for them in this moment. However the wound pending on the slope of a shoulder did stick out to keenly detail focused gaze set to judgment of concerning glances since they had landed. Trekking through the possible sewage underground had more than likely soaked through the guaze and gone more than skin deep. Something he would concern himself with setting right should she allow him more than a passing touch.

#v; tbd #gracrofts #( he do really feel bad for her )#( like really they should have just interrogated Alyssa )

@opherative said: don’t go feeling sympathetic now. i certainly can’t. || X.

At length his gaze brushes over hers as the dying sunlight catches in dark brown hues lighting them to a soft honey amber. Lingering there in their depths too long felt too intimate, too self indulgent for moments simply meeting and passing by. He focuses then, entangled in the soft patchwork of cotton gauze outstretched between hands having shucked off leather for disposable plastic gloves hes goes to work. The thrum of the helicopters blades deafening in heightened senses yet a simple creature comfort of white noise to the tedious binding and disinfecting of wounds that littered like lovers kisses among skin of cream. Purple bruises pepper relatively unblemished slender hands to the point of invention, creating patterns akin to spots of an animal, no doubt the result of abusing the hookshots inferior recoil. He'd be sure to mend that along with its user, somehow, all things still in one piece.

"Oh humans, so soft and frail.", sounds more doting than nessary, a quick light shake of the head to brush off the lingering feeling that dwells clouded beneath it. No turmoil or threat of disruption gives way to his work of careful healing touches. Outside they had been merely tools of their trade, yet, within the enclosed metal aircraft that shuttles them, simply human sharing space to shelter out the world. He remains steadfast in his study of her, scrutiny boarding judgment at her so casual turn of phrase is analyzed keenly and envoked semi half curls at the edge of lips as if remembering a joke transpiring sometime prior to this.

"Don't you know by now to lie better?", it comes, her features outlined by his own dark view regarding the curvature of one sloped eyebrow not quite as stiff as it normally sits along her brow, he supposes the efforts from this most recent excursion somewhat fatigues a poker face, though having the advantage of knowing its tell had simply come with time and practice. Surely a quick nap would set right to the aching and light tremors of wrung out muscles. He would make sure to update the reports to reflect the need for R&R.

#v; tbd #opherative #( he says lemme dote >:/ )

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𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕃𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕖𝕤𝕥

a collection of lines from the novel Wicked by Gregory Maguire, use as you wish, adjust as needed

Don’t go feeling sympathetic now. I certainly can’t

No one is exempt from grief.

Since when did you ever know your place or keep it, either?

Punishment for your wicked ways, you hedonist.

What the devil do you mean with your riddles and your games?

You cast a shadow if you sit there.

I don’t wear pretty things.

Oh, you terrible mean thing, you’re pretty.

I don’t read very well. SO I don’t think I think very well either. I dress to kill, though.

Does evil exist?

Why ever would a girl be interested in evil?

I wouldn’t know an evil thing if it fell on me.

I am about to sleep, because this is profoundly boring to me.

Well, my stars and garters, a visitor. Such a surprise.

I’m glad I didn’t leave, this is getting good.

It’s the age of daring. We must live in the present. We are young and alive.

Were you born to plague me?

I believe I have been set up to be mortified. I am being humiliated for sport.

She is my world.

Your world is too small if she is it.

Gossip is instructive. It tells which way the wind is blowing.

Settle down, you’re making him mad.

I do not listen to anyone who uses the word immoral.

I’m going to take my leave now while I’m still alive.

Do you even know the meaning of the word pawn?

I have always felt like a pawn.

I won’t lie to you, my dear.

Hold out, my sweet.

You’re making me into a monster.

I’m not as dumb as I act.

I’m not going and you can’t make me.

You wicked woman, you have bewitched me again.

What is there in my life worth preserving?

I love you. So I promise to be careful.

Love makes monsters of us all.

The choice to save yourself can itself be deadly.

Is life worth living in the wrong form?

By your own admission, you have a job to do.

Nothing is written in the stars. Not these stars, nor any others.

No one controls your destiny.

Human feeling, will you look at that. I wouldn’t have guessed you capable.

I’m just not going to die and nobody can make me.

They’re calling you a witch, do you know that?

I don’t think I want to hear about this.

I’ll set you afire and that’ll be the end of it.

I hope you choke.

I can make no comment on the souls of others.

I pray a lot. Not terribly genuinely, I admit, but I try.

Is it possible we could be living our entire lives under someone’s spell?

That farce, that melodrama, how could I forget it?

You should not trust my promise.

I may be kindly disposed to think about what you have said. But I do not bargain.

I think you are a very bad wizard.

As long as people are going to call you a lunatic anyway, why not get the benefit of it?

However did you get in here without being announced?

Why is my life so plagued?

You smell of blood.

Am I good for nothing in this life?

Everybody needs to grow up and leave home sometimes, but sometimes home doesn't like it.

You were never my friend.

No one controls your destiny. Even at the very worst - there is always a choice.

I think it improper to talk about evil all during a meal. It spoils the digestion.

I killed someone today, I can kill you too.

I was only a witness. I was not really alive then.

I don’t want to be saved.

Don’t embarrass yourself and me with this charade of courage.

Whatever my faults, I don’t deserve this.

With a soul there is everlastingness, and life has tortured me enough.

Will this nightmare never end?

So emotional

#;; classified (visage)#;; scribblings (my art/edits)#( I will get to DMing you guys about pre-established things within the week )

Tentative pre-established interactions call.

#;; mutant yapper (ooc)#tbdeleted

My inventory if you even care.

#;; mutant yapper (ooc)#tbdeleted

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