This is a Chris Redfield roleplay blog! This is also an AU!
This blog contains RE9 spoilers!
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DNI: Rebecca x Wesker shippers, homophobes, transphobes, racists, radqueers, +more basic DNI criteria.
Minors are allowed to interact with this blog, but please do not send asks if you are 15 or younger! It makes me uncomfortable. Thank you!
Boundaries: Please do not try to roleplay any of the characters from my specific AU! I worked very hard on this AU and am still actively working on it.
I WILL do multiverse roleplay however, and will match the energy of whatever I am given.
Do not send me NSFW asks!
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The year is 2026, Chris Redfield is at odds with the BSAA, there's unknown Bio Organic Weapons on the black market, and Leon has just acquired Elpis.
But clearly the most important thing here is that Chris is on tumblr now.
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More about this AU!
The AU attatched to this blog is something of a fix-it AU that I made because I think Capcom made a lot of shitty writing decisions past like RE3. This fixes a lot of inconsistencies and keeps many characters alive!
Some pretty important changes are:
Ethan Winters, Karl Heisenberg, Piers Nevans, Luis Sera, and Zeno are all alive.
Chris and Leon are married, and Leon took Chris' last name.
Resident Evil 8 played out entirely differently, with Chris taking on more of a guiding role for Ethan rather than Duke (though he and Ethan spoke through radios, not in person.) Chris also actually explained things to Ethan and tried to evacuate with Ethan.
Ethan and Heisenberg elected to work together and kill Miranda on their own, which Chris also helped with via the Hound Wolf Squad.
Zeno is now one of the "good guys" and effectively has Leon as his "handler." (Leon keeps track of him and makes sure he doesn't do something illegal.)
Ethan is still mold, but he's able to control it better now.
Leon legally adopted Sherry, and Chris now shares custody.
Most if not all of the protagonists are enhanced in some way.
Chris specifically was enhanced by Wesker before RE1, but the virus Wesker used laid dormant until after RE1. Later on, the BSAA subtly experimented on Chris, further enhancing his already abnormal physical abilities.
Chris and Leon both suffer from hearing loss, with Chris' being more severe.
Wesker's death was substantially less flashy and more personal.
4, 5 and 6 play out differently, with 6 being the one I changed the most.
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More about Chris!
Chris is 52 as of this AU, but instead of using his RE8 look I chose to use his Vendetta/Death Island look (since it looks more like Chris IMO.) Chris is 6'5" (about 196 cm) and weighs about 300lbs (136 kg). He was injected with an unknown virus by Wesker during his S.T.A.R.S. era, but it was inactive until after the events of RE1. This virus is also how he's still alive, and how he was able to go toe-to-toe with Wesker. He also still smokes, but his body is relatively fine thanks to his enhancements, though he's not very aware of them since his sense of normalcy is skewed.
Forgot to mention this but he's autistic (because I, the admin, am autistic.)
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About the Admin!
You can call me Dex! I'm 19, demiaroace + pan, and currently in a relationship. You can address asks to me directly by clarifying that your ask is OOC, or adding "For Dex:" at the beginning! I'm willing to answer any questions you may have!
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Tags Guide!
#for silly: Posts/replies/reblogs that are non-serious or not important to the story.
#for serious: Posts/replies/reblogs that are serious and/or important to the story.
#Dex writes: Story writing that takes place in the past / is not actively happening in canon, but is canonical and relevant.
#Chris yaps: Standalone posts that tend to be lighthearted in nature.
#OOC: Out of character, the admin posting/answering something.
[Zeno gets a text from a man who absolutely should not have his number. Not in this universe, anyways.]
[C. Redfield:] Zeno? Where are you??? I was supposed to pick you up 15 minutes ago.
[C. Redfield:] This is Chris, by the way. Leon gave me your number.
Zeno's phone buzzed where it lay face-down on the arm of xyr chair, and xe picked it up, giving the screen a lazy tap to see what notification he'd gotten. A message, okay.
But then he opened his phone to check, and his heart dropped.
He sat up straighter, staring at the messages and their sender, baffled.
Xe didn't respond for a full three minutes - that time spent with the cogs in their head turning frantically, trying to figure out how and why Leon Kennedy had his phone number, and why Chris fucking Redfield knew him and was talking to him as if they were friendly. The man had that killed his predecessor. The man that would probably kill him on sight, too!
But he eventually got the courage to reply to the bizarre message, even if it wasn't much...
[C. Redfield:] What do you mean what?? You were supposed to be ready and here almost 20 minutes ago. Are you okay?
Chris, on the other end of the line, is baffled. Sure, he and Zeno didn't exactly get along, but this was a little hostile, no?
He sighs and sends another message.
[C. Redfield:] Do you need any help?
Now, Chris knew that Zeno was not a man who wanted or hardly even accepted help, but if there was an instance where Chris could help someone, even Zeno, he would.
[Zeno:] No.
[Zeno:] What was I meant to be ready for? I've never spoken to you, let alone arrangd a meeting.
[Zeno:] arranged*
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Chris' words (let alone the fact that he was talking to Zeno at all) were beyond confusing. They'd never met before! And why was he acting as if they were friendly? Xe was sure that if they met, Chris would put xem in the ground just as he had xyr predecessor.
Zeno was capable. More than. He knew this. He could hold his own against Chris, of course, but... he'd killed Albert Wesker. Killed. He could no doubt make short work of Zeno if xe made a single mistake!
But now Chris was just... talking to him, as if they were familiar with one another.
[C. Redfield:] We were supposed to be mission partners today. BSAA orders. Did you forget?
[C. Redfield:] And you gave it to him.
[C. Redfield:] Are you sure you're okay?
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He was, as one would expect, getting increasingly more confused. Was Zeno suffering some sort of memory lapse? Leon had showed him some recovered documents talking about something to do with the memories of clones once. He couldn't quite remember the specifics though...
Was that why Zeno seemed to be forgetting things? The stress of talking to Chris? Maybe??
It wasn't too dissimilar to what he experienced being around Zeno. He knew Zeno didn't choose his face, but it was hard to get rid of the visceral hurt he felt looking at the face of the man that'd manipulated him for so long.
[Zeno:] I most certainly did not. I want Kennedy dead, why would I give him my phone number???????
[Zeno:] And I obviously don't work with the BSAA, what the fuck
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What the hell was going on?
Zeno briefly set xyr phone down entirely, staring off at a wall as xe thought very loudly, but picked it back up soon after with nervous hands, unable to just sit and not see Chris' response.
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[Zeno:] You say you're worried about me, but I think you're the one that needs to perhaps have a psych eval. We do not know each other. Don't message me.
[C. Redfield:] Don't know what I did to deserve the hostility. And yes, we do.
[C. Redfield:] I'm coming to you.
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Did he phrase that a little too threateningly? Maybe. But he was too focused on making his way to where he knew Zeno usually was to go get him. Zeno probably wouldn't be reassured by the fact that Chris is in full combat gear either.
OOC: This location is remaining ambiguous unless you want to clarify where it is.
Chris does, in fact, locate Zeno. In fact he barges into the man's space visibly concerned.
"Zeno?"
He questions, staring at the man. Chris doesn't seem hostile at all.
That text was more than a little frightening. 'I'm coming to you'? How did he know their location? Did he always know their location!? Anxiety wracked them, and they picked up xyr coat from the back of the chair and draped it over his shoulders, before starting to pace to regulate himself.
Was he bluffing? He had to be! Otherwise, why hadn't Chris killed or captured him yet? If he could just... show up, why hasn't he before? Surely he'd want clones of his arch nemesis gone as soon as possible!
But if he was telling the truth... then the real, genuine Chris Redfield was on the way here. To meet xem. As if that was at all normal!
. . .
The door swung open carelessly and Zeno's gun was immediately raised with a soft click of the safety being turned off.
Chris fucking Redfield, stood right in front of him, in person.
Chris may be powerful, and a huge threat, but even he had to die to a headshot, surely. He was only mortal.
"... Leave," they demanded lowly - gaze leveled at the man's weathered face so they wouldn't see how xyr own hand shook ever so slightly.
His face most definitely is weathered, but moreso from exhaustion than anything else. The North American BSAA branch had been at odds with the rest of the BSAA for a few years now, and things had started to come to a head as of recent. He suspected it was why they paired him with Zeno in the first place.
What he did not expect, however, was to immediately be greeted with a gun pointed at him. This was awfully familiar. Maybe a bit too familiar for his tastes. But this was nothing he hadn't dealt with before.
"Zeno... I just want to talk."
Despite Zeno's preconceived notions, Chris is being entirely genuine. To Chris, this is Zeno having some sort of mental break or lapse in memories. Chris has absolutely no idea he's in a literal other universe. Honestly, he'd probably still try to reason with Zeno even if he did.
The main thing Chris was trying to avoid was fighting the man. He was entirely capable of doing so since he could go toe to toe with Wesker... There was a feeling of guilt rooted deep in his soul for what had happened that day. He didn't want it to happen again.
"And I just want you to leave," Zeno retorted sharply. He stepped further back from Chris, knowing damn well that if he got too close to the man, he could disarm xem with ease, and then xe'd be in for a hell of a ride to Lady Death.
"I don't know how you know my number or location, but I did not give it to you. Leave." They didn't care if he said he meant no harm, because why wouldn't he? They wore the face of his arch enemy who he murdered. He had to hate them. Want them dead.
And even if he didn't, Zeno would have to find a new place of residence after this - xe couldn't just live here knowing Chris Redfield knew where xe lived. That only made his heart take permanent residence in his throat.
Chris holds his hands up in surrender so Zeno knows he means no harm; or at least gets some semblance of the notion.
"You're worrying me, Zeno."
Despite how Zeno is speaking to him, Chris is very level headed. He's been in high-stress situations before, so this was nothing he couldn't handle, but he still needed to be careful considering the literal gun being pointed at him.
But there's something about Chris' expression that's different from the expressions that Zeno would normally have directed towards him. He's looking at Zeno softly, like if he even glared at Zeno the man would shatter into 1000 pieces.
It's almost like Chris actually cares about them...
So uh I forgot to mention when you adopted me but uh... the easiest way to put it is that at certain times of day im not a regular half snail person and im instead an eldritch horror (^_^;)
but im not aggressive, just scary looking, and i do not cause wreckage (^ω^)
Wow..that’s truly fascinating, don’t be afraid. The hamster is infected with the t-virus and sometimes a big scary mouth in his belly opens up, and my other daughter is growing black..mold on her skin?.. Not to mention the random fag who’s always at my care centre with his pet licker. No one will judge you here.
So uh I forgot to mention when you adopted me but uh... the easiest way to put it is that at certain times of day im not a regular half snail person and im instead an eldritch horror (^_^;)
but im not aggressive, just scary looking, and i do not cause wreckage (^ω^)
Wow..that’s truly fascinating, don’t be afraid. The hamster is infected with the t-virus and sometimes a big scary mouth in his belly opens up, and my other daughter is growing black..mold on her skin?.. Not to mention the random fag who’s always at my care centre with his pet licker. No one will judge you here.
Zeno keeps asking for access to the BSAA's financial records and I keep telling him no because 1. I don't have them and 2. Even if I did I'm not giving them to him. He won't tell me why he wants them either.
Unique footage! This pack of 11 wolves appeared in front of a wildlife camera in the Southwest Veluwe in the Netherlands last week. These recordings are made with fixed cameras that are triggered by movement.
Does anyone have any movie recommendations? Sherry and Leon have only been watching movies from the 2010s lately. Sherry said they're trying to watch every movie from 2010 onwards but I couldn't tell if she was joking or not.
[Zeno gets a text from a man who absolutely should not have his number. Not in this universe, anyways.]
[C. Redfield:] Zeno? Where are you??? I was supposed to pick you up 15 minutes ago.
[C. Redfield:] This is Chris, by the way. Leon gave me your number.
Zeno's phone buzzed where it lay face-down on the arm of xyr chair, and xe picked it up, giving the screen a lazy tap to see what notification he'd gotten. A message, okay.
But then he opened his phone to check, and his heart dropped.
He sat up straighter, staring at the messages and their sender, baffled.
Xe didn't respond for a full three minutes - that time spent with the cogs in their head turning frantically, trying to figure out how and why Leon Kennedy had his phone number, and why Chris fucking Redfield knew him and was talking to him as if they were friendly. The man had that killed his predecessor. The man that would probably kill him on sight, too!
But he eventually got the courage to reply to the bizarre message, even if it wasn't much...
[C. Redfield:] What do you mean what?? You were supposed to be ready and here almost 20 minutes ago. Are you okay?
Chris, on the other end of the line, is baffled. Sure, he and Zeno didn't exactly get along, but this was a little hostile, no?
He sighs and sends another message.
[C. Redfield:] Do you need any help?
Now, Chris knew that Zeno was not a man who wanted or hardly even accepted help, but if there was an instance where Chris could help someone, even Zeno, he would.
[Zeno:] No.
[Zeno:] What was I meant to be ready for? I've never spoken to you, let alone arrangd a meeting.
[Zeno:] arranged*
----
Chris' words (let alone the fact that he was talking to Zeno at all) were beyond confusing. They'd never met before! And why was he acting as if they were friendly? Xe was sure that if they met, Chris would put xem in the ground just as he had xyr predecessor.
Zeno was capable. More than. He knew this. He could hold his own against Chris, of course, but... he'd killed Albert Wesker. Killed. He could no doubt make short work of Zeno if xe made a single mistake!
But now Chris was just... talking to him, as if they were familiar with one another.
[C. Redfield:] We were supposed to be mission partners today. BSAA orders. Did you forget?
[C. Redfield:] And you gave it to him.
[C. Redfield:] Are you sure you're okay?
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He was, as one would expect, getting increasingly more confused. Was Zeno suffering some sort of memory lapse? Leon had showed him some recovered documents talking about something to do with the memories of clones once. He couldn't quite remember the specifics though...
Was that why Zeno seemed to be forgetting things? The stress of talking to Chris? Maybe??
It wasn't too dissimilar to what he experienced being around Zeno. He knew Zeno didn't choose his face, but it was hard to get rid of the visceral hurt he felt looking at the face of the man that'd manipulated him for so long.
[Zeno:] I most certainly did not. I want Kennedy dead, why would I give him my phone number???????
[Zeno:] And I obviously don't work with the BSAA, what the fuck
----
What the hell was going on?
Zeno briefly set xyr phone down entirely, staring off at a wall as xe thought very loudly, but picked it back up soon after with nervous hands, unable to just sit and not see Chris' response.
----
[Zeno:] You say you're worried about me, but I think you're the one that needs to perhaps have a psych eval. We do not know each other. Don't message me.
[C. Redfield:] Don't know what I did to deserve the hostility. And yes, we do.
[C. Redfield:] I'm coming to you.
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Did he phrase that a little too threateningly? Maybe. But he was too focused on making his way to where he knew Zeno usually was to go get him. Zeno probably wouldn't be reassured by the fact that Chris is in full combat gear either.
OOC: This location is remaining ambiguous unless you want to clarify where it is.
Chris does, in fact, locate Zeno. In fact he barges into the man's space visibly concerned.
"Zeno?"
He questions, staring at the man. Chris doesn't seem hostile at all.
That text was more than a little frightening. 'I'm coming to you'? How did he know their location? Did he always know their location!? Anxiety wracked them, and they picked up xyr coat from the back of the chair and draped it over his shoulders, before starting to pace to regulate himself.
Was he bluffing? He had to be! Otherwise, why hadn't Chris killed or captured him yet? If he could just... show up, why hasn't he before? Surely he'd want clones of his arch nemesis gone as soon as possible!
But if he was telling the truth... then the real, genuine Chris Redfield was on the way here. To meet xem. As if that was at all normal!
. . .
The door swung open carelessly and Zeno's gun was immediately raised with a soft click of the safety being turned off.
Chris fucking Redfield, stood right in front of him, in person.
Chris may be powerful, and a huge threat, but even he had to die to a headshot, surely. He was only mortal.
"... Leave," they demanded lowly - gaze leveled at the man's weathered face so they wouldn't see how xyr own hand shook ever so slightly.
His face most definitely is weathered, but moreso from exhaustion than anything else. The North American BSAA branch had been at odds with the rest of the BSAA for a few years now, and things had started to come to a head as of recent. He suspected it was why they paired him with Zeno in the first place.
What he did not expect, however, was to immediately be greeted with a gun pointed at him. This was awfully familiar. Maybe a bit too familiar for his tastes. But this was nothing he hadn't dealt with before.
"Zeno... I just want to talk."
Despite Zeno's preconceived notions, Chris is being entirely genuine. To Chris, this is Zeno having some sort of mental break or lapse in memories. Chris has absolutely no idea he's in a literal other universe. Honestly, he'd probably still try to reason with Zeno even if he did.
The main thing Chris was trying to avoid was fighting the man. He was entirely capable of doing so since he could go toe to toe with Wesker... There was a feeling of guilt rooted deep in his soul for what had happened that day. He didn't want it to happen again.
[Zeno gets a text from a man who absolutely should not have his number. Not in this universe, anyways.]
[C. Redfield:] Zeno? Where are you??? I was supposed to pick you up 15 minutes ago.
[C. Redfield:] This is Chris, by the way. Leon gave me your number.
Zeno's phone buzzed where it lay face-down on the arm of xyr chair, and xe picked it up, giving the screen a lazy tap to see what notification he'd gotten. A message, okay.
But then he opened his phone to check, and his heart dropped.
He sat up straighter, staring at the messages and their sender, baffled.
Xe didn't respond for a full three minutes - that time spent with the cogs in their head turning frantically, trying to figure out how and why Leon Kennedy had his phone number, and why Chris fucking Redfield knew him and was talking to him as if they were friendly. The man had that killed his predecessor. The man that would probably kill him on sight, too!
But he eventually got the courage to reply to the bizarre message, even if it wasn't much...
[C. Redfield:] What do you mean what?? You were supposed to be ready and here almost 20 minutes ago. Are you okay?
Chris, on the other end of the line, is baffled. Sure, he and Zeno didn't exactly get along, but this was a little hostile, no?
He sighs and sends another message.
[C. Redfield:] Do you need any help?
Now, Chris knew that Zeno was not a man who wanted or hardly even accepted help, but if there was an instance where Chris could help someone, even Zeno, he would.
[Zeno:] No.
[Zeno:] What was I meant to be ready for? I've never spoken to you, let alone arrangd a meeting.
[Zeno:] arranged*
----
Chris' words (let alone the fact that he was talking to Zeno at all) were beyond confusing. They'd never met before! And why was he acting as if they were friendly? Xe was sure that if they met, Chris would put xem in the ground just as he had xyr predecessor.
Zeno was capable. More than. He knew this. He could hold his own against Chris, of course, but... he'd killed Albert Wesker. Killed. He could no doubt make short work of Zeno if xe made a single mistake!
But now Chris was just... talking to him, as if they were familiar with one another.
[C. Redfield:] We were supposed to be mission partners today. BSAA orders. Did you forget?
[C. Redfield:] And you gave it to him.
[C. Redfield:] Are you sure you're okay?
----------
He was, as one would expect, getting increasingly more confused. Was Zeno suffering some sort of memory lapse? Leon had showed him some recovered documents talking about something to do with the memories of clones once. He couldn't quite remember the specifics though...
Was that why Zeno seemed to be forgetting things? The stress of talking to Chris? Maybe??
It wasn't too dissimilar to what he experienced being around Zeno. He knew Zeno didn't choose his face, but it was hard to get rid of the visceral hurt he felt looking at the face of the man that'd manipulated him for so long.
[Zeno:] I most certainly did not. I want Kennedy dead, why would I give him my phone number???????
[Zeno:] And I obviously don't work with the BSAA, what the fuck
----
What the hell was going on?
Zeno briefly set xyr phone down entirely, staring off at a wall as xe thought very loudly, but picked it back up soon after with nervous hands, unable to just sit and not see Chris' response.
----
[Zeno:] You say you're worried about me, but I think you're the one that needs to perhaps have a psych eval. We do not know each other. Don't message me.
[C. Redfield:] Don't know what I did to deserve the hostility. And yes, we do.
[C. Redfield:] I'm coming to you.
----------
Did he phrase that a little too threateningly? Maybe. But he was too focused on making his way to where he knew Zeno usually was to go get him. Zeno probably wouldn't be reassured by the fact that Chris is in full combat gear either.
OOC: This location is remaining ambiguous unless you want to clarify where it is.
Chris does, in fact, locate Zeno. In fact he barges into the man's space visibly concerned.
"Zeno?"
He questions, staring at the man. Chris doesn't seem hostile at all.
[Zeno gets a text from a man who absolutely should not have his number. Not in this universe, anyways.]
[C. Redfield:] Zeno? Where are you??? I was supposed to pick you up 15 minutes ago.
[C. Redfield:] This is Chris, by the way. Leon gave me your number.
Zeno's phone buzzed where it lay face-down on the arm of xyr chair, and xe picked it up, giving the screen a lazy tap to see what notification he'd gotten. A message, okay.
But then he opened his phone to check, and his heart dropped.
He sat up straighter, staring at the messages and their sender, baffled.
Xe didn't respond for a full three minutes - that time spent with the cogs in their head turning frantically, trying to figure out how and why Leon Kennedy had his phone number, and why Chris fucking Redfield knew him and was talking to him as if they were friendly. The man had that killed his predecessor. The man that would probably kill him on sight, too!
But he eventually got the courage to reply to the bizarre message, even if it wasn't much...
[C. Redfield:] What do you mean what?? You were supposed to be ready and here almost 20 minutes ago. Are you okay?
Chris, on the other end of the line, is baffled. Sure, he and Zeno didn't exactly get along, but this was a little hostile, no?
He sighs and sends another message.
[C. Redfield:] Do you need any help?
Now, Chris knew that Zeno was not a man who wanted or hardly even accepted help, but if there was an instance where Chris could help someone, even Zeno, he would.
[Zeno:] No.
[Zeno:] What was I meant to be ready for? I've never spoken to you, let alone arrangd a meeting.
[Zeno:] arranged*
----
Chris' words (let alone the fact that he was talking to Zeno at all) were beyond confusing. They'd never met before! And why was he acting as if they were friendly? Xe was sure that if they met, Chris would put xem in the ground just as he had xyr predecessor.
Zeno was capable. More than. He knew this. He could hold his own against Chris, of course, but... he'd killed Albert Wesker. Killed. He could no doubt make short work of Zeno if xe made a single mistake!
But now Chris was just... talking to him, as if they were familiar with one another.
[C. Redfield:] We were supposed to be mission partners today. BSAA orders. Did you forget?
[C. Redfield:] And you gave it to him.
[C. Redfield:] Are you sure you're okay?
----------
He was, as one would expect, getting increasingly more confused. Was Zeno suffering some sort of memory lapse? Leon had showed him some recovered documents talking about something to do with the memories of clones once. He couldn't quite remember the specifics though...
Was that why Zeno seemed to be forgetting things? The stress of talking to Chris? Maybe??
It wasn't too dissimilar to what he experienced being around Zeno. He knew Zeno didn't choose his face, but it was hard to get rid of the visceral hurt he felt looking at the face of the man that'd manipulated him for so long.
