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❝ instead of being afraid, i could become something to fear. ❞
#𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐞 an independent, private blog for lehna, an original character. currently focused on resident evil verse. written by wes, 30+, he/him.
lightly inspired by 𝐍𝐈𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐆𝐆, the world eater.
a study in a living weapon, defying fate, rage, sacrificing the world, redemption not given, hating what you are, making friends with your demons.
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lehna sleeps around a lot. being a bioweapon, she's always viewed her body as her only useful asset. it's warped in her mind that her body is the only thing she has to offer anyone, ever. so she looks for one night stands thinking that no one will ever want to stay with her for more than her body and it's the only way she really knows how to connect with people.
The kick to his groin was a cheap shot but he grunts as the pain registers, his tolerance too high for it to truly do more than excite him. It had been a while since he had been able to exert himself.
Zeno loses his grip on her throat which had been more careful than it needed to be. Her forehead slams into the bridge of his nose and true enough, the cartilage cracks with a snap. Warm dark blood trickles from the wound but he pays it no mind, using the proximity to grab a fistful of her hair, wasting no time before driving her face into the dirt.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Zeno sneered, grinning with blood stained teeth. "Hello."
the fact that her kick doesn't take him out should be enough of a sign that this man wasn't someone she wanted to fuck with, but she hated running and he was sure he'd catch her, anyway. she smirked for just a moment watching the blood drip from his nose just before she's slammed into the dirt, writhing as if she had any chance at getting away.
she could have struggled more—put up more of a fight—if she really wanted to. but she was smart enough to know that there was hardly any point—he'd be able to find her so easily no matter what she did, even if by some miracle she managed to best him. so instead she glared up at him and repeated, "what do you want?" her own teeth are a bloody match to his, at some point she must've bitten her lip.
It was always interesting to Zeno when his target would notice they were being watched. Considering he had a hand in training this particular asset, he would be sorely disappointed if she failed his little unknown test.
He wasn't disappointed.
Zeno made himself known, lighting up a cigarette, watching her through his tinted lenses. He inhaled, letting the smoke burn his lungs, letting himself really feel it, before exhaling.
What did he want? Cute. There's a lack of an immediate response as he assessed her again from the closer proximity. He doesn't make an effort to his the dark of his eyes from the woman. It was a positive facial match despite her hair being the wrong colour. Her eyes too - Interesting. He towered over her. It was a wonder she wasn't culled in the selection process, but if her record was anything to go off, she should be more than capable of dealing with what came next.
She didn't seem to recognise him. Good. He would use that.
Making use of his enhanced speed, he crouches in a swift movement to swipe her feet out from under her. Zeno makes to grab her by the throat, dragging her towards the back of the gas station and away from the prying eyes of the road.
she didn't know exactly what to expect, but she'd been ready for anything.
though she was fast enough to leap over his swipe, she didn't expect the way he reached for her throat—it was more aggressive than the people she's used to dealing with, and she scowled as he began dragging her somewhere. her hands went to the one around her neck but was not desperation that drove her, the strong fingers clawing at his driven more by fury than anything.
something about him itched at the back of her brain and she couldn't figure out exactly why—but she did know that she wasn't going to go quietly. "a 'hello' would have been nice," she snarled out, voice raspy.
she kicked at his groin with one foot, using her other leg for leverage to try and spin out of his grasp. he'd already shown that despite her enhanced speed, he was faster than she was—and that could only mean he was something like her. she would need to use her head more than her body.
she used the momentum of her kick to shove her head directly toward his, hoping she broke his fucking nose.
plotted starter for @deadknndy
lehna had been through new handlers before and, funnily enough, knew how to handle them. there were different kinds and she was constantly being passed from one to the next, but none had been as prolific as leon fucking kennedy.
she sat with her legs crossed and hands in her lap to look as nonthreatening as possible. she'd only been with the DSO for a few months and had already passed between people, nobody wanting the responsibility of a bioweapon on their hands. she had the suspicion that kennedy was a last resort before she got moved to a completely different organization—somewhere that would do the same thing for a few months before they continued the cycle. over and over again. it was boring, really—she just wanted to do her job and be done with it. she behaved herself and she didn't cause problems.
but even the tough ones seemed to second guess themselves when she returned to them covered in crimson and gore with the shadow of a smile on her face.
kennedy had been at this for a long time though, and she didn't know what to expect. she'd heard the stories—who hadn't?—but she also knew that only some things could be believed. and if they were giving her to him… well, she could only assume that the DSO's golden boy wasn't so golden after all. whatever tasks her handlers wanted her to do were generally kept under the radar, things they didn't want to dirty their own hands with… why would they, when she didn't have a choice in the matter? when they didn't even consider her to be human?
"he'll be here soon," the secretary said, not quite looking her in the eye. the man clearly knew exactly what she was, fearing her without even bothering to speak to her. she gave him a learned smile, one that didn't show too many teeth in case it scared him further.
so she sat and waited for leon s. kennedy to make his legendary appearance, wondering if she would be as wowed by him as everyone else seemed to be. she doubted it. but it didn't matter. she would do what he said no matter how horrific or degrading, and then she would go home and take a shower. rinse and repeat until he decided to get rid of her.
a gas station at the edge of nowhere. -Zeno | @resident-of-evil
she could feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, sensing the danger before she could actually spot it.
the gas station was mostly abandoned—there was nothing around for miles and that was generally the way she liked it. there was always someone or something trying to track her down, and so she tended to stay away from polite society as often as she could. but after how long she'd spent in her current life, lehna knew better than to allow herself the illusion of safety.
she placed the nozzle back onto the gas pump and closed the cap on her beat up old car as her eyes scanned the area around her. nothing seemed out of place… the gas station attendant inside was scrolling on his phone looking bored as ever and there were only a few other customers that had needed to stop at a gas station this far out of the way—people desperate to stop at the only semblance of civilization around for god only knew how many miles.
and then her red eyes landed on a man dressed far nicer than anyone else around them. though he wore sunglasses, she could almost feel the way his eyes were locked onto her as if he were watching her. something about him made her stomach do an uneasy flip and she clenched her fist, wondering what the hell he wanted form her. if he was indeed someone who knew what she was, then that meant two things: fight, or flight.
and lehna had never been one to run.
she approached him without a second thought, muscles tensed and ready to defend herself if she needed to. "what do you want?"
`✦ ˑ ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ continued from here [x] | @malicestrike
snowfall that reminds her of what used to be, what once was - there's a fondness in her eyes, tinged with the darkness of memories she can no longer grasp, can no longer live in continuation. she sticks out a bit, she thinks, with the way she certainly isn't dressed for the cold weather, but she's used to it, and the virus running through her veins keeps her warm enough as it is. snowflake to the tip of her nose, she almost chuckles, with the slightest shake of her head.
the woman beside her speaks and she turns her gaze slightly towards her, a small smirk growing upon lips at her words. alice was given the rundown already, enough for this mission at least, she's just like you, and didn't have to think much about what exactly that meant.
❝ nah, that'd be too easy. gotta make it somewhat difficult for us, right? ❞
there's a joke somewhere under there, a bad attempt she thinks as she carefully grimaces to herself - it's been a good two years since she's last worked alongside someone, definitely is rusty in the social department.
❝ at least we get a better view this way. ❞
a smile twitches at lehna's lips when she isn't immediately rebuked. she's not used to people treating her like anything but a dangerous monster and wonders if her companion is used to that, too, or if she's been more fortunate in that regard. "i'm not used to them sending me with other people," she says after a moment. it's probably prudent to give her a proper introduction, isn't it? "i'm lehna." she pauses, looking up at the snow that's still falling down around them.
truthfully, there is a level of excitement bubbling up inside her at the thought of not being stuck alone with her thoughts for days at a time. "it must be a bigger deal than i thought if they want to send the both of us in." it does make her wonder, though, what exactly they're about to head into. "the mission briefs love to leave out the important details, don't they?" and she's sure the reason the two of them haven't met before isn't an accident, either—though it does make her wonder why now?
a light in the distance makes her think that the train must be coming soon, though it's still mostly quiet—the snow piling up on the ground enough to dampen the quiet noises one would usually hear.
a train platform dusted with snow.
the quiet is welcome as they wait for the train that will take them to their next job. lehna is used to working alone and generally prefers it that way. but they told her that alice is like her and even though she doesn't know exactly what that means, something itches to reach out and make a connection she's been longing for ever since she left home. it's a risk she's not sure she wants to take—especially not when they've both got a one way ticket to hell.
but lehna likes the snow, places her palm out to catch a few snowflakes that melt on her skin before she can get a good look at them. she's in a rare good mood. so she turns to her companion and steels herself for rejection as she says, "you'd think they could've paid for a helicopter."
ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ RANDOM SETTINGS PROMPTS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT.
a liquor store with barred windows and a bulletproof counter.
a decommissioned lodge overtaken by weeds.
a bathroom in a run-down apartment building.
a roller rink playing the same songs on loop.
a flea market at dawn, vendors still setting up.
a motel pool glowing turquoise after midnight.
a hiking trail where the signs stop making sense.
a dive bar that smells like smoke and regret.
a bridal shop filled with mirrors.
a county fair after the crowds thin.
a courthouse hallway that smells faintly of old paper and stress.
an amusement park in the rain.
a confessional booth that smells like old wood.
a high school gym during a pep rally.
a chapel with the lights off except for candles.
a fire lookout tower miles from anything else.
a laundry room humming with fluorescent lights.
a city rooftop slick with rain.
an arcade humming with old machines.
a bowling alley with sticky floors and neon lights.
a gas station at the edge of nowhere.
a fallout shelter forgotten by time.
a chairlift stalled above the slopes.
a church basement set up for a meeting.
a newsroom just before deadline.
a basement stacked with old boxes.
a desert highway shimmering with heat.
a funeral home parlor arranged too perfectly.
a brewery patio strung with cheap lights.
a physical therapy clinic that smells like antiseptic and rubber bands.
a greenhouse fogged with humidity.
a community garden at sunset.
a prison visitation room divided by glass.
a tattoo parlor buzzing late into the night.
a photography darkroom glowing red.
a summer carnival at night, lights too bright.
a power substation crackling with electricity.
a toll booth lit like an aquarium.
a half-abandoned shopping mall with only one store still open.
a city park at sunrise.
a holding cell with peeling paint.
a rest stop bathroom off a desolate highway.
a rental cabin buried in snow.
a costume shop crowded with masks.
a city planning office full of maps.
a college dorm hallway echoing with laughter and shouting.
a ghost town baking under the sun.
an underground nightclub where the bass rattles your ribs.
a security office watching too many screens.
a pawn shop cluttered with other people's memories.
a wake held in someone's living room.
a quiet cul-de-sac after a storm.
a recruitment office in a strip mall.
a courtroom bathroom where no one speaks.
a courtroom with the jury absent.
a sauna where the air is too thick.
a summer camp cabin long after the campers left.
a video rental store frozen in time.
an evidence room packed floor to ceiling.
a judge's chambers after hours.
a speakeasy hidden behind a false wall.
a cemetery at dusk, cicadas screaming.
a public restroom lit by flickering fluorescents.
a psychiatric ward common room with bolted furniture.
a tide pool exposed by low tide.
a storm cellar during a tornado warning.
a natural history exhibit after closing.
a zoo maintenance corridor behind exhibits.
a museum storage room full of artifacts.
a firing range ringing with gunshots.
a locker room echoing and empty.
an aquarium tunnel at night.
a karaoke bar at its most unhinged hour.
a suburban backyard during a barbecue.
a stairwell no one uses.
a junkyard full of stripped cars.
a hotel elevator stalled between floors.
a police station break room with stale donuts.
an abandoned warehouse tagged with graffiti.
a hockey arena during overtime, air sharp with ice and spilled beer.
a shrine built by someone who wouldn't let go.
a car wash tunnel swallowing a vehicle whole.
a haunted house attraction mid-season.
a movie theater lobby after the last showing.
a roadside attraction shaped like something absurd.
a dog park during golden hour.
a muddy riverbank after heavy rain.
a courthouse stairwell where voices echo too loudly.
a school parking lot under buzzing streetlights.
a planetarium during a private showing.
a cheap motel room with floral bedspreads and a flickering lamp.
a roadside diner at 3 a.m., neon buzzing, coffee burnt.
a city bus idling at the end of the line.
a penthouse balcony overlooking the city at night.
a wine cellar beneath a historic building.
a lifeguard tower at night.
a municipal pool pump room.
a tailor's back room full of pins and fabric.
a public swimming pool drained for repairs.
a fenced-in yard littered with dog toys.
a thrift store where the air smells like dust and old perfume.
a witness stand under harsh lights.
a crowded subway platform just before the last train.
a piercing studio that smells like disinfectant.
a beach boardwalk after tourist season ends.
a tow truck yard lit by security lamps.
a loading dock behind a closed business.
a recording studio cluttered with cables.
a barber shop mid-conversation.
a radio tower hill overlooking everything.
a classroom long after the final bell.
a drive-in theater with a cracked screen.
a fire escape overlooking an alley.
a passenger ferry cutting through fog.
a hospital waiting room at 2 a.m.
a pharmacy open all night.
a mechanic's garage smelling of oil and metal.
a hallway between two locked doors.
a public records office that no one visits.
a pet adoption center during feeding time.
a crematorium hallway humming quietly.
a border crossing checkpoint at night.
a locker-lined hallway in a community center.
a ski lodge during a whiteout.
a courthouse records archive underground.
a water treatment facility humming endlessly.
a forest trail choked with fog before sunrise.
a playground after dark.
a train platform dusted with snow.
a radio station during the graveyard shift.
a military barracks just before lights-out.
a front porch with a single rocking chair.
a mom-and-pop ice cream parlor on a scorching summer's day.
an emergency room hallway curtained off from sight.
a small-town grocery store minutes before closing.
a farmer's market just as it opens.
a lake dock at dawn, water perfectly still.
a nail salon filled with chemical sweetness.
a bus terminal that never quite sleeps.
a library corner no one ever uses.
a little nervous to do this but! consider this a plotting call. if you'd like to plot something with me, like this post and i'll reach out to you sometime in the next few days! (or you can reach out to me, i'm not picky)
burn bright like the midnight sun
001. typical roleplay rules apply. do not god mod, power play, or assume things about lehna.
002. for my own personal comfort, i will only roleplay with people who are 21+.
003. my blog will have triggering topics such as suicidal ideation, injuries/gore, recreational drug use and general horror. there will also be nsfw. everything will be tagged as '[thing] cw'. if you need something specific tagged, please let me know!
004. i love original characters (obviously) but please have some information about your character listed somewhere on your page.
005. with the above, i will not follow back if there is no obvious way for us to interact. if you have an idea/verse but do not have it listed, please just send me an ask/im. i don't mind multiverse things, but i would like to know beforehand what you are envisioning. if you would ever like to stop interacting, please hard block me. i do not want to create any accidental awkwardness.
006. memes are open to everyone, always. this includes nsfw even if we have not discussed a ship. i am more than happy to turn any ask into a thread, but please make your reply as a new post.
007. i love shipping and consider myself a multishipper with each ship in its own contained verse.
008. i do not engage with purity culture. as long as everything is tagged properly, we should all just block things and people that make us uncomfortable. i do not necessarily condone the actions of my character and i will not assume you do, either.
009. overall i am pretty laid back and open to a lot of different things. i can be slow sometimes and very fast others, as i do struggle with my mental health. please do not take slower speeds as a lack of interest.
010. i generally write with small text and no graphics. i do not mind if you format your text. please let me know if you need me to change how i format my replies with you! i generally write in third person past tense but i will occasionally write in present tense. i will match past/present for our replies.
𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋
lehna, born minseo kang, was raised by a mother who only cared about creating the ultimate weapon. she was part of a cult that wished to wield this weapon—referred to as project nike—themselves, and thus she infiltrated umbrella after catching wind of their bioweapon research. stealing samples and injecting her own daughter, iseul found her experiments to be successful—minseo was faster, stronger, and and generally more physically capable than other children her age. however at the age of seven, sensing something was wrong, minseo ran away from home. she was accidentally discovered by zachrey hawke, a mercenary for ubcs. it quickly became obvious to him that minseo was not a normal child. in an attempt to return her home safely, zach discovered project nike and tore the entire thing apart, killing minseo's mother. he officially adopted her and renamed minseo in an attempt to keep her safe. though he tried to hide what she was, lehna knew she wasn't normal. zach raised her to know how to fight, training her himself even though he quit ubcs. she couldn't run from her destiny forever, though. umbrella knew about the experiments and knew what lehna was and they wished to use her for their own devices. when she turned eighteen, umbrella came knocking and told her to come willingly or by force. not wanting zach to get hurt, she left with them. she spent a few months with intensive training before eventually being sent to do umbrella's bidding under threat of zach's life. after the fall of umbrella, the u.s. government took custody of her and, with nowhere else to go, she allowed herself to be used for whatever purposes they deemed necessary.
𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓
name lehna ██████, aka minseo kang birthday june 23, 1980 age 18-46 pronouns she / her orientation bisexual height 5'4" hair █████ dyed black eyes red, usually wears brown contacts
𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘
cocky and confident when it comes to her physical prowess, lehna has the skill to back it up. on the surface she is warm, caring, and charismatic. beneath that, though, is a deeply insecure person who views herself as nothing more than a tool to be wielded by others. she is prone to bouts of violence and rage--and enjoys the violence, though she hates that she does. she will protect the people she cares about without regard for their wishes and is very much the type of person that will sacrifice the world to save a loved one, even if it means they will hate her.
