#re chris

[steelandvibranium]

ℭ𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔰 ℜ𝔢𝔡𝔣𝔦𝔢𝔩𝔡

Resident Evil 5 (part 2) Part 1

[steelandvibranium]

ℭ𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔰 ℜ𝔢𝔡𝔣𝔦𝔢𝔩𝔡

Resident Evil 5

[guettaes]

What elemental ability should Chris Redfield have for him? Like Avatar Aang's last airbender universe.

Avatar

Fire

Water

Earth

Air

no elemental.

Voting ended onAug 4

Carlos Oliveira <-

Leon Kennedy <-

Jill Valentine <-

Claire Redfield <-

Albert Wesker <-

Luis Serra <-

[steelandvibranium]

"𝔊𝔬𝔡𝔡𝔞𝔪𝔪𝔦𝔱, 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔡𝔬𝔢𝔰 𝔦𝔱 𝔢𝔫𝔡?"

-𝒞𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈 𝑅𝑒𝒹𝒻𝒾𝑒𝓁𝒹

[shalott-telegraph]

Regarding Character design, are you able to do an evolution of a character's design from each iteration? I want to see how Wesker has evolved but I think Chris would be a cooler study since he grows bigger with age (and Steroids)

after a while, here we are with some studies on the man himself, Chris Redfield 💚 (I've been replaying RE5, so the timing on this ask was nothing but perfect)

I also skipped RE6 because I thought he was very similar to RE5 Chris though, body-wise, a little smaller and somewhat more realistic.

I'll always remind everyone: though it doesn't look like because it's very well done, RE has always been very stylized, becoming realistic only after RE7. RE 4, 5 and 6 all have stylized proportions, and you can see that by the size of character's hands and heads (small heads, big hands - just like DMC 1, 2, 3 and 4).

on that note: that's why he looks "smaller" on RE8. RE5 is stylized, RE8 is realistic - 5 is more of an anime buff guy, 8 is an anatomically realistic buff guy.

with Chris, I think he had the curse of being too generic on RE1 - and that goes both for his facial features and body. as I point out, he is very proportional: there is nothing that stands out as a prominent feature; no large shoulders + small waist, no arms too long or too short, no eyes too big or too small, no huge chin or forehead... Chris is perfectly balanced as all things should be.

only in RE5 his features got more distinct by exaggerating them only a bit: round, full apple-like cheeks, strong jaw, sharp nose, the big round muscles... but his key features remain the same.

I reserved a space just for his eyes precisely because I like how they evolved. pay attention at how they get slimmer and how his brows get lower with time (RE5 is my personal favorite, the kindest ones in my opinion).

I also loved to see how his body changed: it didn't; he just put on weight and muscles. the very basics of his body - the perfectly balanced proportions, shoulders matching hips and waist, legs and arms being overall the same width... it's always been there. they just got bigger with muscle, but the proportions are exactly the same, since RE1.

this is why studying anatomy is so important: you can change a character's physique without changing their core; so they will always remain recognizable.

I also forgot to do the profile study, so I quickly added to the body study sheet. but just like everything else, no exaggerated features.

everything with Chris makes him kind and reliable: from the overall balanced proportions and look, to the main choice of square and round shapes; since all his "edges" are softened by rounding them up (directly opposite to Wesker, whose lines are all sharp and pointy). this makes him approachable, dependable, heroic and even kind. exactly what Chris has always been throughout the series 💚

but I do despise his hair in RE8. I understand the military concept, but by the G O D S it is HORRIFYING. (personal taste, though)

thank you very much for sending this ask, I thoroughly enjoyed working on it! I worked on a study on Wesker, but I didn't do one of his RE5 face model. I might do a comparison of his RE1 and RE5 look in the future, though (his slightly aging from 1 to 5 was very well done too).

[amaranth-incognito]

a/n: wow. long time no write. well enjoy! pairing: (any era) chris x reader summary: reader is struggling with weight gain/body changes during a health journey.

More than Size

“What’s wrong?”

The door is still swinging on its hinges when the command rolls out. Boots abandoned at the step, firm, padded thumping shudder a direct path across the room to you. 

“Relax,” you exhale, halting Chris with a hand against his chest. “Leave the war at work, soldier.” A bit of the afternoon sunset bursts against his cheeks.

“Seriously, though, what’s wrong?” He tosses his backpack onto the couch in favor of your waist. “Why’d you pack all your stuff?”

“Nothing is wrong, love,” you promise, smoothing your hand down, thumping his belly with a wry smile. “I just got fatter.” 

Scruff hits the side of your neck, and you sigh. “Don’t say that.”

For the past few weeks, you’ve been on a health journey. Nothing new, nothing drastic. No stash of powdered elixirs, and no cocktail of tonics. Simply three meals a day and routine exercise - a search for something normal. 

“My family passes down disorders better than genetics,” you first explained. 

Chris met you with a quirked frown. “I didn’t want to upset you, but some of the comments they make piss me off.”

“I’m tired of my family’s bullshit.” So many years spent agonizing over digits and sizes… so many years spent running to and from food… “I just want to break the cycle.”

Something rough but warm intertwined into the digits digging into your temples. “You got this, baby.”

The memory turns bitter, as your efforts have culminated into nothing but a bulbous silhouette of plastic on your bedroom floor. “All donations,” you mutter. “Nothing fits.”

“Well, with what you’re doing, what did you expect?” He shrugs. Your gaze transforms Chris into a fish out of water. “That was bad,” he admits, “but it’s not what I meant.” Clearing his throat, he sits you down onto the couch and steps back, posing fully into view. He flexes his biceps.

“What kind of apology is this?” 

Chris rolls his eyes. “Do I look like a size two?” he presses, arms outstretched. “Do you think I fit into my clothes from a year ago?” 

The air is heavy as you shake your head, so much so that it drops your gaze to the floor. A light pinch to your chin returns it to him, and beneath the weight, Chris’s expression still flits playfully. In one righteous upswing, suddenly, one side of the couch lifts high enough for you to slide down the other end. 

“Christopher!” you scold through laughter. 

“My size doesn’t stop me from living. If anything, it adds to the fun.” Chris returns with a plop into the cushions. “Bodies change, honey, and I’ve seen the work you’ve been doing - your body should be changing.”

“It just feels like a bad change…”

“There’s more to the story than size. You’ve had more energy, better sleep - hell!” He nudges you. “You don’t even call me to open jars anymore.”

A giggle springs from you, clearing the debris building in your throat. “Who knows,” you add coyly, “maybe someday my ass can be as fat as yours?”

“Don’t get your hopes up.” He plants a loud smack against your cheek. “That’s a tough fight to win.”

divider: @saradika-graphics

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[cypressblight]

Chris Redfield is the type of bitch to have a bottle of liquid hand soap that he uses to wash his entire body including his hair. 1 step skincare routine. Would walk through a car wash to bathe.