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Excella nails are extremely neat and clean. Medium length, long enough to be stylish, short enough for the work in the laboratory. 

Excella prefers a transparent strengthener nail polish (Mavala, 002) and each day she takes care of her nails before going to bed.

Strange but true, Excella doesn’t like colored nail polish; they are a problem to match the clothes (a bright red can’t go with an orange dress) and she perceives the weight of it, almost suffocating her nails.

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⌚: how long do they need to decide what to wear in the morning?

Not much. Contrary to what one might think, Excella is an organized woman, so she always chooses the night before what to wear the next morning.

Are rare mornings when she indulges in front of the cabinet, a silk robe draped over her shoulders and hands on her hips, but when she does the wait can be eternal. 

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❅ what do they usually wear when they’re not working?

Excella always works She is a workaholic, and her choice of clothing doesn’t change much between work and home.She uses clothes to seduce, for ego, for ambition; to dress herself as a stylish and elegant gift package - something you want, but cannot have.

However, there are rare moments (when she is very stressed and under pressure) where she can be found wrapped in a strange blue pajamas, with a cat and its tail hanging from the front - messy hair and clean face. 

She is young - very young - after all, and sometimes she indulges in herself and in some comfort as those pajamas. 

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Cruelty makes her feel special. 

Excella isn’t afraid when Albert slaughtered an infected with his bare hands. She didn’t falter when his virus has become unstable and he began to prowl around the lab like a hunted and wound beast. She didn’t even draw back when she saw him tortured a man for six hours uninterrupted - oh, and how many things you can get in six hours. In how many ways you can break a person.

He touched her with his hands, the leather slimy with blood. He kissed her with that mouth, chewed to her lips as he wanted to tear her apart. He had seeked her with his body, incredibly cold under her fingers. 

And her?

She gave away. Always. 

Because Excella isn’t afraid of blood and gore and violence, on the contrary; she likes it, the feeling of danger, power.

She is accustomed to nights when dominate becomes a matter of survival, he bites and she scratches. If she not tried to dominate, she would die, become a beautiful dead doll - red and white.Or would be enough his hands that shake her hips, bend the bones of her pelvis; it would be enough to increase a little the pressure, press the right spot, and… crack. 

But it is precisely for this reason that Excella sinks in these sensations every time, without fear.

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I want to know.

Excella is a beautiful woman, who often indulges in sex and what it can give her.She knows her body and isn’t afraid to explore the partner’s body - she has no shame, no limits.

She isn’t afraid to feel hurt and to hurt the partner - rough sex is her favorite.

She likes doggystyle and when her partner grabs her hair and pulls. She likes biting (that is a habit) and she laughs when she finds new wounds on her skin the next morning.

Desire is a key component of power.

The power lives in it, feeds it; generates the roots, stimulates it to continued growth.If instructed to discipline desire is an indestructible weapon - unstoppable.And Excella has no hesitation to use it.

She remember a night - a strange night.

Her face had dissolved in swirls of water and blush, and smudged blackish streaks.Under the eyeshadow (Dior, amber design) tired eyes, blood and lipstick on her lips (Chanel, rogue coco)Excella innocence dripping in the sink, mingled with her uncertainties - with her fears.She bowed her head, hiding.The weight of the make-up was unbearable on her face and Excella began to rub it off - to scratch it, like an itch, an allergy.Splatch, had fallen the skin - the mask.She raised her eyes, finding herself - him.Clean face, slightly flushed cheeks.Pale lips, clear eyes.Excella had twenty-five years again, behind her a man without time.They were fixed on the other side of the mirror, victim and executioner - god and mortal.Albert had moved away her hair, revealing a still livid wound.He had sniffed her hesitation (her arrogance)A hand on her hip, the other on the jugular, the thumb and index finger press under her jaw.There were no barriers that could save her, walls that could stop him.Between her breasts sapphires and diamonds (Cartier Etourdissant, collier Ademan.) a gift that he had put around her neck like a chain.Wesker had breathed into her hair, runned his fingertips along the inside of her thigh. Excella sighed, she wondered what value would resist.

Lips parted, broken gasps.Inhuman eyes  - to burn the skin and soul.Slow movements, methodical (for the first time gentle - delicate)

What a cruel snake is one that allows the mouse to fall in love with its venom.

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✆ - What your muse’s phone gallery is filled with?

- Excella has various photos in her phone gallery; clothes that she wants to buy, shoes she likes, jewelry. Some selfies. Facade pictures that show what the others want to see in her.

In a separate folder, locked by password and fingerprint it is possible to find documentation on Las Plagas 02 and 03 - and, of course, about Uroboros..The data, the success rate, even some test subject.

Two photos are especially dear to her; one is the Starway of the Sun, a flower that, despite everything, for Excella is very nice - and has a symbolic meaning.

The other is about Albert. He doesn’t know that she was able to photograph him while he was bent on some data from the Uroboros Project, but devoid of his sunglasses and with slightly disheveled hair, to Excella he was beautiful - human. It is the only photo that represents him for the man she sees, and not for the monster that others tell.

✺- Something your muse finds pretty.

- For Excella many thing are pretty; from the surface (clothes, jewelery, cats) to the more intimate (the power, the security of being in command - the certainty of being perpetrator and not the victim.)

However Excella is a greedy woman and “pretty” is a term that tends to be reserved for what is pleasing, yes, but not enough to push her to take bites the world and to overthrow it with Albert.

♫ - What is your muse’s taste in music?

- Excella musical tastes are varied and controversial, sometimes.

She likes Within Temptation, Korn, The Five Finger Death Punch, Rammstein, Marilyn Manson and the Skillet.

On her iPod you can also find Sia, Giorgia (an Italian singer), Thirty seconds to Mars, Lady Gaga and even PSY.

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♨ Their cooking ability (or lack thereof)

Excella isn’t a great cook. 

She loves smoked salmon and she is capable of use it for a lot of recipes, but otherwise she has always had those who would cook for her. 

She’s pretty good with desserts, though, and she also likes to make them - her tiramisù is really good. 

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nightmare of what happened with uroboros

The virus has prevailed and killed her.It wasn’t an honorable death nor dignified.Excella dropped to her knees and threw up the fruit of her own love, a deadly parasite that wanted all - that devoured all.Uroboros has made its way in the world (deformed and obscene son), tearing apart her own mother.Excella has had only a moment - just a few seconds between waves of pain and the other - to call his name - Albert!She felt the need to do it; call his name for the last time.The virus turns off the consciousness of Excella, engulfing memories and hopes.

“And you are …?”“Albert Wesker.”

Her head snaps back and she doesn’t feel even the cracking atlas, the virus that gobbles up everything in one blackish and sticky mass.Sheva shouts, Redfield closes in a defensive position.Her last conscious thought was if now, now that the Uroboros has run its course, he will at least be able to love her.

Wake up, Excella. Wake up and live. 

Excella wakes with a start, trembling and sweaty hands.

Uroboros. Africa. 

Her nightmares are always the same (getting worse)There is the Uroboros and a pain that never becomes scar.There is Africa with its sky and its heat.There is her hope, her love - her ambition.There are his promises, his betrayal - mutual.

Excella looks at herself in the mirror, her eyes a bright orange and her hair plastered to her forehead.She swallows, regulates her breath. The Uroboros which is in her is almost purring and curls up in the middle of her chest.

Fear is a lump that even death can’t defeat.