List of characters who exist in my Alternate Universe. These characters are the combinations of canon characters, alternate universe version from other games, and my original characters. More characters will be added (if any LOL)
I may or may not post some characters' profile for AU version characters and original characters 👉👈 Once I post them, I'll link their profiles to their names on this list.
⚠️Disclaimer/Warning : multiple fandoms, crossovers, original characters, and wild imagination.
Colour Code :
Black = Canon
Blue = Alternate Universe
Green = Original Character
Love and Deepspace x Resident Evil Alternate Universe
➡️ This is crossover version of the oc(s). I might post the Love and Deepspace universe only version .
Onychinus is an invisible empire woven through the undercurrents of the world, where power flows quietly rather than loudly. They have connections everywhere, forming a vast web of sin to control every illegal activity.
Its inner structure reflects a hierarchy of sin and function. Each high-rank member embodies a role that maintains the system's balance, making it seem less chaotic and more inevitable.
▶️ BELIAL - KAI
created with Picrew’s “The Gentleman of HERA“
Real Name : Kai Roderick
Alias : The Red Crow
Assigned Codename : BELIAL
Status : Active
Year of Birth : 1983
Role : Secretary / Internal Balance / Diplomatic Affair
Origin : Ireland
His personality is the exact opposite with Sylus.
The only person who can speak and correct Sylus directly.
His parents were Umbrella Europe scientists who mysteriously passed away from an accident. Kai believed his parents were killed so they won't speak about Umbrella experiments.
▶️ MAMMON - LOTUS
created with Picrew’s “The Lady of Hera 2“
Real Name : Lotus Weber
Alias : The Accountant
Assigned Codename : MAMMON
Status : Active
Year of Birth : 1989
Role : Financial Architect / Asset Control
Origin : Switzerland
Probably the only person in Onychinus who interested in money, but not in greedy way. It's all about balance for her.
Since her young age, she was thought that numbers were cleaner than people.
She believes that money is the purest form of loyalty. It never lies, only flows.
She created "The Bloom", a locked-data vault that control every Onychinus' transactions.
▶️ AZRAEL - DARIUS
created with Picrew’s “悪い男メーカー“
Real Name : Darius Allen
Alias : The Death Angel
Assigned Codename : AZRAEL
Status : Active
Year of Birth : 1978
Role : Tactical Commander / Strategist
Origin : U.S.A
An ex-Navy SEAL.
Known for zero-failure missions. Inside the Onychinus, if he is deployed, negotiation has already failed or someone have a strong reason for Sylus to want them dead.
No one really know why he chose the path he's been on, his motivation, or his goal.
Darius was known as someone who's been in Onychinus since day one. One of the only few people that gain Sylus' full trust.
▶️ ASMODEUS - FREDERICK
created with Picrew’s “拝式目付きの悪い男メーカー“
Real Name : Frederick Dexter
Alias : The Manipulator
Assigned Codename : ASMODEUS
Status : Active
Year of Birth : 1974
Role : Political Infiltration/ Social Engineering
Origin : U.S.A
An active U.S Senator. Publicly known as a charming man who win people's heart. An ideal politician.
His wife died during the Raccoon City outbreak in 1998. Never remarried ever since.
He was secretly one of the reasons for Umbrella's downfall. Provide directions where to dig deeper without anyone realised it was him who pointed the way.
▶️ BEELZEBUB - MORIANA
created with Picrew’s “The Lady Of Hera“
Real Name : Moriana Byeon
Alias : The Witch
Assigned Codename : BEELZEBUB
Status : Active
Year of Birth : 1965
Role : Medical & Biotech Containment
Origin : South Korea
A former TRICELL scientist. Disappeared after a failed containment experiment "incident" involving unauthorized human trials.
Her youth physical appearance was caused by bioweapon exposure during the "incident".
She was the one who developed a stabilizer for Sylus' mutation, prevent him from any further mutation.
▶️ LUCIFER - ???
Real Name : -
Alias : -
Assigned Codename : LUCIFER
Status : Inactive
Year of Birth : Unknown
Role : Disruptor / Intelligence Asset
Origin : U.K.
The record of 'Lucifer' being in Onychinus' internal structure appeared for the first time in 2018
Lucifer's active status only last for 6 months before turned into inactive.
Some said, Lucifer wasn't a position. It was a person due to the name was never reassigned and left inactive.
⚠️Disclaimer: This is an alternate universe version, mostly headcanon character's description was made for fun and entertainment purposes. As the author, I tried to keep his alternate universe version in character to the original game. DO NOT take this version seriously as it's NOT canon and just re-imagining.
Sylus is the leader of Onychinus—an underground faction known for its influence in global black markets, cyber warfare, and shadow ops. Though officially he never affiliated with any nation or organizations, he has been both ally and enemy to military forces, offering assistance when it fits to his mysterious goals.
Termination Authorisation : Extreme Circumstances Only
Pathogen Designation : CRX-Strain
Type : Engineered Viral
Condition : Permanently Integrated
External Relations
Designation : Unofficial Intelligence Asset
Handler (Unofficial) : Chris Redfield
Contact Method : Encrypted dead drops / untraceable channels
▶️ BACKGROUND
Sylus is the sole known survivor of Project Crimson Reign, a covert bioweapon program that abducted and engineered children into a living weapon. Subjected to viral-genetic modification and psychological conditioning, he emerged with enhanced reflexes, adaptive cellular repair and the pathogen fused permanently into his DNA. He eventually destroyed the facility that created him, erasing its existence and everyone within it, before disappearing into the global underworld.
Years later, Sylus resurfaced as the leader of the Onychinus, an underground network operating at the center of black market he once fell victim to. Rather than exploiting it, he systematically dismantles bioweapon operations and hunting down those who responsible for programs like Crimson Reign. Though officially classified as a high-risk biological anomaly, he acts as an unofficial intelligence source to the BSAA through Chris Redfield, providing critical information that has prevented multiple outbreaks.
Now, Sylus is feared as both a crime lord and a living bioweapon.
TRIVIA
Sylus met Athea in 2018. Providing her intel and let her worked within the Onychinus as part of their deal. It happened for a couple of months before Athea left Onychinus.
Soap actually called Sylus and Athea's past relationship as 'situantionship' and Ghost hates it.
At first, Sylus didn't know that Chris and Athea are related. He "worked" with both of them separately without knowing their relation.
Sylus owned a mechanical pet crow called Mephisto.
a Call of Duty x Resident Evil OC Story
Resident Evil Village Re-imagining
UNKNOWN LOCATION, XX FEBRUARY 2021
“No one knows where your father is now, Thea.”
Yeah, that’s bollocks.
It’s been months since Chris Redfield went off the grid. Months of silence. Months with no phone calls, no texts… nothing. Like he decided to vanish without saying anything to anyone, including his own daughter.
That part was hurt.
Because you don’t leave your own kid with nothing.
Athea has been looking everywhere and asking anyone. Months of missed calls and unanswered texts, weeks of unreliable information, and nothing could give her an answer.
Some says he went on a mission somewhere across the globe, but no one could even pinpoint where it is exactly. Classified mission. Some even says that he went rogue. Investigating a case that he even didn’t have clearance for. Disobeying a direct order in the process. Classic Redfield.
At this point, Athea doesn’t know who to believe.
Someone clearly lied to her.
Not that it matters. She doesn’t trust anyone easily anyway. She is too stubborn for that. Because if that was not the case, she won’t end up in a random village in Romania right now.
She won’t travel this far almost in full gear. Camo blends perfectly. Goggles down, mask on, hood in place. Rifle’s ready, slung on her back like a child who’s ready for a field trip.
Snow covers the place like it was always the part of it. The sun barely rises at this hour, and the sky already depressingly looks grey. The air feels colder than it should be. That’s already unsettling. The vibe feels… wrong. It’s too quiet for some reason. The only sound is the distance caw of crows that circling overhead.
That’s not reassuring.
The intel said the village was isolated from the outside world. Cut off by the mountain, swallows by the trees. Remote.
Clearly, she didn’t expect it would be something that came out from Victorian horror movies. She just arrived ten minutes ago, and she already hates whatever she’s about to encounter.
Right outside the village, there was a wrecked van. Rolled over on its side on the snow, abandoned on side of the road.
Athea walks towards the van slowly. Gun is up, flashlight face toward the van.
Nothing.
The van was empty, but not untouched. There are signs of struggle. Clearly not a regular accident. There is also pressured pattern on the snow just outside the open back door of the van. Someone was lying there. Presumably dead. No drag marks. Meaning someone or some people took the body.
Her gaze shifts slightly.
There’s a different pattern next to it. But unlike the other, whoever that was... got up. There are boot prints scatter around it. Civilian tread. Light. No sign of weight of heavy gear.
Most likely unarmed.
The snowy boot prints suggested that they walked towards the wood. The woods that coincidentally leads deeper into the village.
So they went to the village, Athea thought.
Great.
She glazes back to the van.
Judging by the look of the van, she doesn’t think it was local. It looks too modern for an “isolated village”. No plates, clearly recent years released, black paint, military grade. Definitely not local.
Which means whoever walked into the village isn’t local either.
Athea turns away from the van, her flashlight cutting back to trail of the boot prints.
It was messy.
Uneven spacing.
Whoever it was—they didn’t know what they were doing.
Confused.
She steps forward, following the trail.
Not that she’s planning to find this person.
Her subjective still remains unchanged—find her father. That comes first. Always.
But a wrecked military grade van in the middle of nowhere?
That only means something bad happened.
And this person might know something.
She moves deeper into the woods.
She’s been walking through to a plenty of forests in her life. Dense ones. Hostile ones. The kind that the next tree lines might be an ambush and traps waiting.
None of them make her feels this unnerving.
Somehow the cold sinks deeper now, even when the sun finally breaking through the horizon. It doesn’t warm anything.
Like the forest is watching her. Like warning she couldn’t figure out yet.
She looks lower briefly.
There are a bunch of broken branches along the way. Snapped on shoulder height. Some are lower. Fresh.
Someone definitely walked through this path.
Male.
Roughly one-eighty, give or take.
Careless movement. Untrained.
Definitely a civilian.
That already piles up a bunch of questions.
She walks further, crouches low beneath a wire fence. It doesn’t need more than ten steps when everything gets weirder.
There’s a new trail on the snow. Darker, in several large spots. Irregular.
That makes her stop. Not just pause. Full stop as her flashlight lowers slowly. Light beam the sight.
The smell poking her nose faster than her brain finish recognising.
Thick.
Metallic.
Blood.
Lots of it.
Her gaze shift slightly. Just slightly ahead. There are crows littered on the ground. Dead. Dozens of them. Along the way forward. Twisted head, broken wings, black feathers scattered violently on the snow like someone decided to do a hate crime against the crows and its whole family tree for 5 generations.
For a second, Athea just stares it. Then closes her eyes for a half second while exhaling trough her now. Very unimpressed despite the chilling feeling that piercing her spine.
Like it couldn’t get even creepier.
“Great.”
A beat.
“I’m walking into a cult basecamp.”
She walks the path further.
Weapon steady.
Eyes forward.
Every sense sharpened.
Alert.
Until she walks past a house just right outside the village. Wooden wall, isolated from the village. Like the owner enjoy their time alone rather socialising.
The first thing she’s clock isn’t what’s there. It’s what’s not there.
No light. No sound. No movement.
Normally, there’s always something. Doesn’t matter if it’s in a village or a city. A door creaking, small movement inside, fire cracking from the fireplace, smoke from the chimney. Anything.
Here?
Nothing.
Even the wind feels muted.
Even the crow sounds she heard circling before is now gone.
Like the more step in deeper, the more silence it becomes.
She decides to just circle the house. Doesn’t try to engage anything that might inside. She could be wrong. Maybe someone is inside. But she knows, she’s rarely wrong.
She tried to listen to anything while passing the house.
Still nothing.
She walks through between the cliff walls. The sun is now higher. Light come through gap, blinding for a second before she steps out and then—
The village reveals itself.
It sits in a shallow valley between the forest and the mountain like something deliberately hidden away. There are olds houses huddle together, rows of wooden structures, aged and worn, covered in snow like preserved them from time.
Her gaze doesn’t stay there for long.
It cannot stay there for long.
Because there’s a whole castle dominates the horizon.
Stands tall above the village, carved into the mountainside like it grew there for centuries. Pale stone rises in sharp spire, cutting into the grey sky like it’s watching over everything below.
Not protecting.
Watching.
For a moment, Athea stays there. Just staring at the view like she never imagined this is what she’d see when she heard her dad’s last seen was in a random village in Romania.
Her grip adjusts slightly on her weapon.
“What the fuck is this place?”
Athea settles into position between the trees now. Still on the same spot, just less exposed. Better cover.
Her rifle is no longer slung on her back. It’s on her hand now, stock snug against her shoulder. Eye on the scope, watching the village. Scanning everything. Memorising the layout. Entry points. Narrow paths between houses. Possible chokeholds.
The village doesn’t have much to offer. Nothing moves. No figures crossing between houses. No sound of any activities a village should have.
Just stillness.
Just a faint smoke from one of the houses like the fire has been put out a while ago.
Her scope lingers there for a second longer.
A normal village should be already busy by this hour. People mostly already go to work by the dawn. Villagers talking. Farmers on the field. Mothers cooking. Kids… being kids.
But this?
Nothing.
Not abandoned.
Just… empty in a very wrong way. This place feels like a dead village.
Where is everyone?
She shifts her angle slightly. Small movements on the main path of the village. Her focus sharpens as she spots something
Livestock.
Pigs rooting lazily though the snow.
Chickens pecking at nothing on the ground. Just chickens’ behaviour.
Alive. Clearly unbothered.
That’s… something. Not sure if it’s a good sign or not.
Her haze drifts again, sweeping across rooftops, windows, doorways. But she still gets nothing.
A faint exhale leaves her, barely visible in the cold.
Yeah… no way this is normal.
Now she just needs to find her father.
Her grip adjusts slightly on the rifle. Sweeping the village again like she expects to spot something different. Because if there’s one thing she should be able to spot… it’s him.
Chris Redfield isn’t exactly subtle. He’s literally built like a bulldozer. Moves like one too. With that size of a person, he shouldn’t be hard to find. He’d stand out in a place this quiet.
He always does.
And yet… nothing.
Besides…
What the hell are you doing here, dad…?
Then she feels a new movement. Movements. Not one. Multiple. Like the village suddenly remember it shouldn't be a silent place.
But… it’s wrong.
Athea shifts her scope sharp, following the first shift.
On one of the rooftops.
A dark shape that contrasts with the snow-dusted tiles.
Then another one comes from the trees.
And another one.
More of them coming.
Her scope moves in precise, controlled sweeps, picking them out one by one as they emerge from the dark.
She goes still.
They’re…
Looks humans but not really. Their proportions are wrong. Spine curved too far forward, like it built for running on all four but forced upright. Limbs too long for normal human, arms stretch wrong, fingers nearly scraping on the ground.
Their movements… just straight wrong. Not like people. Wild. Primal. Like animal who stuck inside a human body and really bad at pretending.
Her jaw thigh slightly.
They move in pack. Not randomly scattering. They’re coordinating. Like wolves try to corner their prey. Closing from different places, circling around a single point in the village.
Her scope follows their point to—
Then she finds it.
A human. A normal one—finally.
A man. Blonde hair. Mid-build. Civilian clothing—modern, making him look out of the place against everything around him.
The man from the van.
No doubt.
He runs through the heart of the village, stumbling, panic written in every movement. He keeps spinning like something might jump on him from every direction.
He has a gun in his hand—good—but the way he holds it, shaking and unstable, he’s untrained. He’s not aiming, he’s surviving.
Those hideous things close in around him, spreading out, circling, cutting off for every angel like he’s a prey.
Athea’s grip tightens. Her stomach drops. Heart rate spikes, sharp and sudden.
Because…
What are those things?
She quickly straightens up without her realising. Eye immediately pulls away from the scope like she just witnessing something she shouldn’t. Like she actually questioning if what she’s seeing is even real.
Slow exhale escapes her mouth as she steadies herself. She leans again, eye back to the scope. Looking for the poor guy down there.
Still fighting.
Good.
She starts aiming to the nearest creature to the man. Her finger rests steady on the trigger. Light. Controlled. She’s got her suppressor mounted; whatever those things are wouldn’t be able locate her. If they acted like animals, their brain capacity should be not so different.
But she stays still…
Her finger doesn’t move. Doesn’t pull the trigger when she has a clear shot. For a split second, she is hesitated. Her own instinct tells her that’s probably not a good idea.
Because pulling the trigger? That changes everything.
If she’s lucky, they’d just get distracted. Breaks their formation. Maybe stop attacking that man, buying him time to run away. But, if she’s not, she’ll be exposed for something she doesn’t fully understand.
Then… movement.
More of them.
Her scope shifts again, tracking the source and pause.
Because things just get worse.
Horses tearing through the snow like they were invited to the hunt. Riders. Those creatures ride horse too apparently.
What the hell??
And they’re armed—on top of that. Bows and arrows. Now it feels like she’s watching Planet of the Apes but the studio didn’t have the budget to create a good looking primate and ended up make it uglier.
This isn’t a feral chaos like she thought it was. This is more organised. More coordinate. They’re not just animals. They’re worse.
“…bloody hell.”
Then the ground seems to shift. Something heavier is coming—or worse, it’s already there. Something… dominant.
Her scope snaps toward it instinctively and find him.
A big one. Massive. Drops into the village like a falling weight, landing hard enough the ground shaking. Right in front of the man. Blocking his way, cutting him off.
A giant hammer rest across his shoulder like it weights nothing. A symbolic of hierarchy, power—that he’s in charge.
The size of him is wrong. Too big, almost gigantic. Wrapped in old, worn coat.
Athea can’t really see his face. His long hair grew messy almost covering his face. Plus, his beard that growing wild and unkempt. Making him looks like Hagrid if Harry Potter was a rated-R slasher thriller.
Her thoughts flatten immediately after. Because…
What the fuck was that?
The smaller creature looks weirdly obey. Slow. Shift. Adjusting. Their movement changes around him. He doesn’t make sound, doesn’t speak as how it looks, but his presence alone screams authority. Like the giant hammer isn’t enough to clarify his position.
A leader.
Then he roars.
The sound tears through the air, something between a war cry and hunting call. Intimidating for the man.
Even from her position, it hits. Vibrating through the stillness.
Predatory.
Claiming.
Athea doesn’t move. Doesn’t breathe like they might hear her. Her finger still rests lightly on the trigger, but now the calculation is different.
The whole plan is changing.
To be continue...
My first series on the blog. Kinda nervous :") Hopefully I can post regularly and really really hope you can enjoy this series. The first chapter is a bit short than it should be. I wanna test myself, mostly...
Again, hope you guys enjoy this first chapter ^^💕
⚠️Disclaimer: This is an alternate universe version, mostly headcanon character's description was made for fun and entertainment purposes. As the author, I tried to keep his alternate universe version in character to the original game. DO NOT take this version seriously as it's NOT canon and just re-imagining.
Major Zayne Li, known as Doc, is British Royal Army Medical Corps officer and elite combat medic attached to Task Force 141. Known for his cold precision, sharp intellect and unwavering composure under fire.
GENERAL PROFILE
Full Name : Zayne Shen Li
Alias(es) : Doc
Nickname : Dr. Z/Zee (by Athea)
Gender/Pronouns : Male (He/Him)
Sexual/Romantic Orientation : Heterosexual
Nationality : Chinese-British
Birthdate : 5 September 1989
Place of Birth : Birmingham, England, United Kingdom
Residence : London, England
Occupation : Royal Army Medical Corps
Rank : Major
Affiliations : British Royal Army Medical Corps, Task Force 141
Alternate Universe : Call of Duty x Resident Evil
Universe Origin : Love and Deepspace
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
Height : 6’1” (1.86m)
Build : Refined
Blood Type : O Positive
Skin Tone : Fair
Hair Colour : Raven Black
Eyes Colour : Hazel Green
Identifying Marks : multiple blade cut scars on both forearms
PERSONALITY
Pragmatic and Stoic
Cold and Distant Exterior
Ultra-professional and Direct
Private and Considerate
Deeply Compassionate and Loyal
Myers-Briggs Type Indicator : INFJ-T
Zodiac : Libra
Alignment : Lawful Good
Negative Trait : Overcontrol and Emotionally Suppressed. After his fiancée's death, Zayne developed a unhealthy need to control outcomes, especially when lives are involved. He believes if he can controls everything, no one will die on his watch again. He also believes that if he can't control his emotions—especially grief—he won't be able to function and he might loss someone again.
MEDICAL AND COMBAT DATA
SKILLS :
Advanced Field Surgery
Rapid Trauma Assessment
Pharmacological Precision
Combat medic tactics (offensive and defensive)
Cover-to-Cover Movement
ABILITIES :
Multilingual (English and Mandarin)
Strong situational awareness
Extreme Emotional Regulation
Psychological Containment
PERSONAL PREFERENCES
Favourite Colour : Anything blue
Comfort Food : Dessert and Sweets
Favourite Drink : Jasmine Tea
Music preference : Classical, Smooth Jazz, R&B, and Conscious Hip Hop
Off-duty activity : Skiing, snowboarding
Fears / Dislike : Carrots
CHARACTER REPRESENTATION
Designated Colour : Icy Blue 🩵
Representative Animal : Arctic Seal 🦭
Representative Emoji : ❄️
FAMILY
Mother : Dr. Althea Li
Father : Dr. Jace Li
TRIVIA
The main reason why a combat medic was assigned to the Task Force was because every single one of them treated medical assessment as an option and Price was tired of it.
Zayne and Athea had a full conversation in sarcasm once. It scared the whole team, even Ghost.
He hates carrot and actively avoid it like a plague.
🔸Price proposed adding one additional member to the Task Force.
⚠️ Content Disclaimer : Original character mentioned
JUNE, 2020 – 1430
“It’s rare for you to ask to meet me at such short notice.”
A woman commented as a bearded man approached her table in the corner of a coffee shop in the middle of the day. The man chuckled softly before taking another seat across from her.
“What can I say, Kate? I came across something you might find interesting,” he replied, placing a brown file on the table, tapping it lightly with his finger.
The gesture immediately caught Laswell’s attention. Judging by the thickness of it, seems like it contained a personnel profile in there—not too thin, not too thick. Nothing excessive.
“Another addition to the Task Force, John?” she guessed.
“Straight to point, eh?” he said with a grin. “I thought Americans loves small talk.”
“You make it clear you want something. Why bother wasting our time?”
He nodded in agreement as he pushed the file toward her confidently. “Yeah, I’d like to add another one.”
Laswell tilted her head.
“Huh? Seems like you forgot one,” she teased.
“No,” he chuckled. “Not really. I just came across her. Thought she might be a good additional to the team.”
“And for you dig her file yourself, she must be very good,” she assumed as she picked the file up. Price just gave her a knowing smile.
“You know me, Kate. I won’t recruit just anyone.”
“What’s so special about her, anyway? You should understand that I can’t just add more personnel to the team just because you asked for it,” she argued.
“Just read the file first, I’ll explain after,” he suggested, crossed both his hand as he leaned his back against the chair. “I wouldn’t waste both of our time if it wasn’t worth it.”
“Fine.”
She opened the file and read the name on the cover.
“Sergeant Athea ‘Bambi’ Diggory,” she read it out loud.
Inside was also a photo of a young woman with long, wavy black hair and ocean-blue eyes. Quite unfamiliar, she thought.
“She looks young,” Laswell commented. “And she does look like a fawn,” she added, pointing to her face feature and her callsign.
Then, she proceeds to read the first page. Price remained silent as she flipped the file the first few pages. At first, nothing really stands out except she was a capable soldier. The profile was straightforward—impressive, but not extraordinary.
Full name. Age. Place of residence. Physical stats. Languages spoken.
She joined the British Army at the age of eighteen. Special Air Service two years later. Promoted to Sergeant just last year for her outstanding performance. Experienced in primary target elimination, tracking and reconnaissance, covert surveillance, close quarter combat, sniper techniques and demolitions.
Impressive but all seems normal to Laswell. At least, until she got to the interested part. The third page.
There was a long list of Bambi’s deployment and all the missions she has carried out. Nearly half of it was blacked out. It goes on the next pages, which contained redacted reports of her missions.
Laswell frowned.
The dates stood out. These classified missions were put relatively close to each other, sometimes only days apart between official deployments.
“That’s… unusual,” she muttered.
Laswell thought it was weird because nothing out of ordinary from Bambi’s profile. She understood that she was a well-performed soldier, but to have a lot of confidential reports like this was unusual.
“What is this, John?” she finally asked.
“That’s what make her special, Kate,” he said. “Twenty-one years old, four years of service but already got long list of missions and half of them were classified. Long list? Fine. Young blood got a lot of energy. But classified missions?”
“If it was Ghost’s, I probably could understand…” she slowly close the file. “But her?”
Her gaze pointed out to the file on the table.
“And you want her to be in your team?”
He nodded. “I had no problem with those missions. All I see is proof that she’s more than capable.”
“What are these missions? Do you have any idea?” she asked.
Price shook his head. “No idea. This is the most detail I could get. All I know, they’re not on any official record.”
Laswell closed the file slowly. “And what about others’ opinion about it?”
“They won’t know. The file they’ll get is the edited version. It will exclude all the confidential information. Just the official records,” he grinned, followed by small chuckles that makes Kate raised one of her eyebrows.
“How you got this then?” she confused.
“I got my sources. Don’t worry about it,” he reassured.
Laswell breathed out through her nose. Subtle, but enough. “Too many secrets are never a good thing, John.”
Price looked at her. Really looked.
“Maybe,” he said. “But sometimes they’re useful.”
She signed, closed her eyes for a second. “Fine. But we’re deploying to Verdansk in a few days. I can’t rewrite the plan for someone new. She’ll be listed as additional support only—if things go south. That’s the best I can do for you.”
He smiled and Laswell found it annoying. “That’s all I need. I’ll introduce her to you in person if it necessary.”
“No need. Since this was a last-minute request, I’ll meet her after it’s all done. I’ll give you an update if there’s any,” she said. “Make sure everyone is ready.”
“Always,” he replied, standing. “See you in few days, Kate.”
A.N : I... don't really know what I was doing, but hope you enjoy my first pic on this blog 🥲👍 And sorry for my bad English. I used to write fic only in my native language. Hope you enjoy the fic and look forward to my next one^^
Sergeant Athea Diggory, also known as Bambi, is a British special operations operative and an active member of Task Force 141. Known for her survival capabilities and classified black-ops background, she has earned her reputation as one of the most effective—and controversial—assets in modern special warfare. Despite her jovial and warm exterior, she is recognised for her ruthless combat and survival instincts under extreme conditions.
GENERAL PROFILE
Full Name : Athea Veronica Eleanor Diggory
Alias(es) : Bambi, Lucifer
Nickname :
- Thea
- T (by Ghost)
- T.D (by her friends)
- Peanut (by her parents)
Secondary Residence : Willowbrook Hall, Ashbrone, England
Occupation : Special Operations Operative
Rank : Sergeant
Affiliations : British Army (formerly), Special Air Service (SAS), Onychinus (inactive), Task Force 141
Universe : Call of Duty x Resident Evil
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
Height : 5’7” (1.75m)
Build : Athletic
Blood Type : B Positive
Skin Tone : Warm Beige
Hair Colour : Jet Black
Hair Texture : Soft Wave – 2A
Eyes Colour : Ocean Blue
Identifying Marks :
- Astrological themed tattoo on her back,
- Bear claw scars on her left side and right shoulder,
- Multiple battle wounds,
- Multiple ears piercing on both ears,
- Always wearing simple ribbon on her hair
PERSONALITY
Jovial and Energetic Exterior
Private and Guarded About Personal Life
Resilient and Determined
Uses Humour as a Defense Mechanism
Myers-Briggs Type Indicator : ISTP-T
Zodiac : Virgo
Alignment : True Neutral
Negative Trait :
- Moral Disengagement. Due to her trauma, Athea may have developed a warped sense of morality. When dealing with enemies, she might rationalise that any action is justified, including cruelty or brutality, because they are "the enemy" and don't deserve compassion.
- Hyper Independent. Her trauma also shaped her to be someone who survived things alone. Being left behind made her think that she's the only person who can save herself. It pushed her to face danger despite being alone, without wanting or even waiting for backup.
COMBAT DATA
SKILLS :
Advanced Reconnaissance
Expert Tracker
Marksmanship
Martial Arts Mastery
Combat Reflexes
Enhanced Survival Instincts
Improvised Weaponry
ABILITIES :
Recon Drone
Silent Takedown
Stealth Movement
Evasion Techniques
WEAPONS :
Assault Rifle – M4 “Kai”
Sniper Rifle – DL Q33 “Jennie”
Combat Hatchet “Joy”
Art by @/725nana_ on Instagram, 2025
PERSONAL PREFERENCES
Favourite Colour : Rosie Pink and Green Sage
Comfort Food : Homemade Shepherd's Pie and Korean Barbeque
Favourite Drink : Black Tea and Strawberry Matcha Latte
Favourite Flower : Sunflowers and Red Roses
Music preference : K-pop and Musical
Off-duty activity : Me-time, beauty treatments, shopping and embroidering
Fears / Dislike : Bugs (especially cockroach) and deep sea
CHARACTER REPRESENTATION
Designated Colour : Rosie Pink 🩷
Representative Animal : Black Cat 🐈⬛
Representative Emoji : 🎀
FAMILY
Mother : Beatrix Diggory, a Forensic Pathologist for London Metropolitan Police Crime Lab.
Father : Chris Redfield, the Special Operations Unit Captain/Commander in the Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance (BSAA) North America
Step-mother : Aleena Volkova-Redfield, the Virological Response Division Commander in the BSAA North America
Aunt : Claire Redfield, a member of the human rights organization, TerraSave.
Pet : Bastet; a Caracal dan General; a rescued Doberman
TRIVIA
Would randomly sing at the most random moment with the most horrible voice possible. Despite that, she's actually a good singer.
Her appearance was described as: A fairy tale girl who wandered into the warzone. Despite being in the military, there’s still an unmistakably feminine side from her.
She grew up with Disney and Barbie movies.
She only can sit on the left side of the car. She'll look outside the window during the trip.
She used to hate her callsign. But since Baekhyun released a song called "Bambi" in 2021, Athea loves her callsign and is actually very proud of it.
She never owns her own flat because she saw no point to buy her own place when she was deployed all the time. She already has two residence anyway (her mum's house and her family estate).
She's the type of people who cooks when she only had the mood or it was a very emergency situation.
Athea doesn't smoke. Athea only smokes when she's distressed. Only when things went really bad.
BIOGRAPHY
▶️ Early Life
Athea grew up adored and loved by those around her. She was raised primarily by her mother, Dr. Beatrix Diggory who instilled her discipline and responsibility while also showering her with love and affection. As a result, Athea developed a strong sense of independence from an early age. She lived solely with her mother until her father entered her life when she was fifteen years old.
Athea’s father, Chris Redfield was mostly absent during her early years due to his involvement in bio-terror countermeasures. Even so, they built unwavering bond despite their limited time together. Inspired by her father’s courage and sense of duty, Athea was encouraged to pursue her own path rather than relying on the influence or privilege associated with her parents’ reputations.
▶️ Military Career
Athea Diggory enlisted in the British Army at the age of eighteen despite her father’s disapproval. Early in her service, she demonstrated exceptional skills in reconnaissance and target tracking, establishing her as one of the few recognised rookies.
During an early deployment, Athea was captured by the enemy forces following a mission failure. She was interrogated and tortured for intel she didn’t possess. Believing her squad would mount a rescue operation, she remained in captivity for days; however, no such operation was ever launched.
Athea eventually escaped on her own after 10 days passed and proceeded to neutralize the enemy base responsible for her detention. Upon returning, she learned that her unit was already withdrawn from the area shortly after her capture and she had been officially declared killed in action. No rescue or recovery attempt had been initiated.
This incident marked a turning point in Athea’s military career, significantly altering her operational methods and her trust in team-based deployments.
▶️ SAS and Black-ops Missions
Within a year after her captivity, Athea successfully passed Special Air Service (SAS) selection—an achievement considered highly unusual given the circumstances of her last deployment. Despite the initial concern about her recent captivity, evaluation noted her exceptional endurance, navigational ability, and psychological resilience under sustained isolation and stress.
Following her acceptance to the SAS, Athea was reassigned to a series of classified missions outside conventional command structure. During this time, Athea’s operational profile shifting noticeably. She often favoured assignments with high-risk objectives, minimal support and mostly operating independently or in small units. While her mission success rate remained exceptionally high, her methods actually raised concerns regarding sustainability and long-term viability of her deployment pattern.
▶️ Operation: Silent Eclipse
During her classified assignment period, Athea was involved in a highly classified operation names Silent Eclipse. This mission was considered infeasible due to high level risk and limited intelligence available. Athea completed this mission alone, without direct support or extraction assistance and minimum lost on her side. All primary objectives were achieved and critical intelligence was successfully recovered.
The revelation of Athea’s role in Silent Eclipse significantly altered her position within the special operations circles and strengthened her reputation as a valuable asset.
▶️ Callsign ‘Bambi’
Between her unofficial missions, Athea’s official assignment was focused on domestic counter-terrorism operations with a new squad under the command of Captain Gerald. In 2019, Athea’s unit was tracking a group of PMC in the Northern Highland when they encountered a family of grizzly bears in the wooded area. The encounter escalated, resulting in a bear attack incident that injured Athea severely.
Athea suffered extensive wounds to her back and right side after being struck and mauled by one of the animals while trying to escape. Despite the danger of engaging wild animals, her squad engaged the bears and successfully evacuated her, prioritizing her extraction over the mission. Rapid medical attention ultimately saved her life.
Following this incident, Athea was given the callsign “Bambi”. The name was originated from a hilarious interaction between Athea with a squad member who referring the incident by saying that Athea had “almost got Bambi-ed”. The nickname stuck and later became her official callsign.
▶️ Task Force 141
As someone who actually arranged multiple off-the-record missions for Athea, Captain Gerald began growing concern regarding her welfare. In order to keep her from throwing herself to high-risk mission, he personally recommended Athea to Captain John Price, believing she might find a new purpose under his command.
Intrigued by her abilities and exceptional operational record, Price approved her placement on the roster. Athea officially joined the Task Force 141 during a mission in Verdansk in 2020, entering in for the first time as additional personnel mid-mission and serving as the team’s reconnaissance expert.
Athea’s transition into the team was not immediate or smooth. Accustomed with working alone and lack of trust, she initially struggled to rely on anyone during active missions. Trust did not form overnight, but through repeated missions and shared risk that finally led to growing trust between her and the rest of the team.
Over time, Task Force 141 became the first unit where Athea was no longer operating alone.
