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virologikal ยท 2 months ago
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@nshtn asked: Your Wesker. His thoughts on Chris. What's got his obsession where it is? What kind of obsession is it? How deep does it go?
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Asking the meaty questions I see. This will be long, so Iโ€™ll put it under a cut!
Weskerโ€™s obsession with Chris started the same year he took up the free position in the S.T.A.R.S. team. It wasnโ€™t instantly as soon as he laid eyes on Chris, but it didnโ€™t take long for Weskerโ€™s curiosity to be piqued due to the way Chris effortlessly fit into the rest of the team. There was some kind of fascination with the ease with which Chris was able to move among his peers, how he bonded with them, and how positively the other S.T.A.R.S. members reacted towards him in turn.
Wesker always had been the odd one out among his peers, due to his emotional underdevelopment, the way he always appeared very controlled and analytical, and never much talked about anything private. Chris was the exact opposite in a way, and initially, Wesker took this as a chance to learn how to blend in better.
In turn, Chris took an interest in his Captain exactly because of how mysterious he acted. Chris wasnโ€™t used to superiors being this clinical and controlled while simultaneously showing a lot of lenience towards their subordinates (not going into this too deep right now because this would derail the actual topic, but to make it short: I hc Wesker showed a lot of support and listened to requests from his team, allowing them to customize their desks, gear, etc.; even getting them S.T.A.R.S. branded wrist watches and gifting them all their framed team picture in front of the helicopter for christmas). So naturally, Chris got curious and started prodding his Captain, trying to get to know him better.
This mutual interest from both sides resulted in them sort of moving ever closer over the span of the following years, until they would eventually end up spending a night together. (Weโ€™ll get into the nitty gritty of all that in the fic soon^^)
From this point on, Weskerโ€™s interest turned into something more intense, resulting in an affair with Chris. Outwardly, he would always stoically keep up appearances during working hours and remind Chris to do the same, but he would start to slightly neglect his โ€œdouble agentโ€ work. Heโ€™s not the type to completely let it fall to the wayside, but he would definitely be distracted by the other - be it so he could spend time being physical with him, or just having him around while he was doing some paperwork for the RCPD (preferably with him on his lap - I DIGRESS).
Around this time he definitely already had developed an obsession with Chris resulting in jealousy (something he never felt before and could not pinpoint); especially due to Chris and Forest being very amicable with each other. Wesker would never show his jealousy openly of course, but it was there, likely being the cause why Wesker made sure Forest was headed for his mission in the Arklay Mountains with a more or less useless weapon for the occasion (reports say Forest only had his custom grenade launcher with him, which is why the infected birds were able to overwhelm him).
Wesker still planned to leave Umbrella and follow his own plans, and now started to actively consider Chris as part of this plan - to make him his right hand. (Note: He also wanted Jill for this, because he considered the both of them to be the best members of his team, but with Chris it was way more personal).
This plan is what stuck with Wesker all the years through until his demise in the events during RE5. Itโ€™s the reason he constantly tries to appeal to Chris, wanting to make him understand his point of view with his seemingly pointless ramblings. Itโ€™s the reason he developed the type of destructive anger towards Chris in the first place; he felt rejected, disappointed and misunderstood, yet was convinced that he only had to find a way to show Chris his superiority and that he had chosen the wrong side of history.
By the point of time the both fight in RE5, Weskerโ€™s god complex peaked, which resulted in his initial idea of making Chris his right hand man to turn into something more twisted; he would think of him as his prophet, his most important worshiper (given he would finally make him understand), giving his obsession an almost religious twist.
Basically, Weskerโ€™s rage towards Chris and his obsession go hand in hand.
Even after the Reborn Protocol was activated, Wesker still found himself circling back towards Chris in his thoughts again and again, not really being able to push him away enough to ignore him. On the contrary, he even made Chris part of his plans again, as soon as he realized what was going on at the Baker Estate in Louisiana, going so far as to reveal himself to the other and handing him intel in an attempt to re-establish contact between the both of them.
Chris was the first glimpse of a life Wesker could have had if he had been born under normal circumstances and would have had the chance to live like a (more or less) normal person. He is his character foil, the other side of the coin, and like a moth to the flame Wesker is drawn to him, willing to consume or be consumed just so he can be close, without having the vocabulary or understanding of what it is that he is feeling.
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virologikal ยท 2 months ago
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๐…๐š๐ง๐๐จ๐ฆ ๐€๐ฌ๐ค ๐†๐š๐ฆ๐ž
@nshtn requested: 3, 5, 10, 17 for Wesker (I love your Wesker takes too ahh)
โธป โธจ Thank you for the many questions you sent in and I am glad you like my takes so far! I hope you don't mind me splitting some of the questions up in multiple posts so I can better tag them to the relevant characters โธฉ
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๐–๐„๐’๐Š๐„๐‘ ๐…๐€๐๐ƒ๐Ž๐Œ ๐€๐’๐Š๐’:
3 - NoTP? I don't really have a strict NoTP for Wesker (or any characters, to be honest - I think all dynamics can be interesting to explore depending on how it's done and what the focus is). However, if we are talking about some form of intimacy or even trust at some point, I'd say the least likely I could see him with is Excella. I'm happy to be convinced otherwise, but from my point of view it feels like she is merely a tool to him, and he doesn't exactly hold her in high regards rather than consider her both useful and ... nice to be around, probably? She is gorgeous and ambitious, and clearly admires him to a point where it would cater to his ego, but I doubt he'd be interested in anything more than that.
5 - Out of all your fanworks that include Wesker, which is your favourite? When it comes to writing, definitely my fanfic The Unquiet Grave, because I get to explore his character both in past settings as well as think of ways to bring him into the current game lore. I just like prodding this character like a bug under a microscope. Otherwise, my fanart for him referencing a quote from Hannibal (TV series) is likely my current favorite. It took me roughly a month to finish, and is the only piece I currently have of just Wesker (I just love to paint Chris and Wesker together tbh^^)
10 - What's your favourite piece of fanart for Wesker? Honestly? Impossible to decide. There are so many amazing pieces of fanwork out there, be it in writing or art. I have a few pieces an old friend did back when we used to roleplay which they did for my portrayal and that I still hold very dear and close to my heart, so maybe those stick out a bit. But otherwise - I can't possibly decide on just one thing. All art or edits you find on this blog that I reblogged count as favorites, I'd say!
17 - What's a book, movie, or show you think Wesker would like? Funny enough, I have a headcanon post in the making that pertains to how Wesker perceives media (since there is a recurring theme of him not getting some media related jokes etc.)
To make it brief for the moment: In my interpretation of him, prior to the Mansion Incident he doesn't have time (or take the time) to really sit down and enjoy a tv show or movie, due to the many tasks on his hand. He has to juggle his work for Umbrella, his double-agent plans to leave them and take the research with him, lead the S.T.A.R.S. team as captain without attracting suspicion and at least pretend to have a social life of some capacity.
Once he starts spending time with Chris, he eventually lets him distract him and he actually sits down with him to do "regular person" things (at least for a while, until Umbrella informs him about their plan to use S.T.A.R.S. as test subjects during the Mansion Incident). During this time I imagine Wesker's interests would likely be directed towards anything sci-fi, due to the scientific approach to fictional settings in many shows or movies. Maybe not exactly Star Trek level (though Wesker being a Trekkie is a hilarious crack headcanon), but I'm thinking Event Horizon, Total Recall and, yes, Matrix (we simply cannot ignore the fashion inspiration of RE5 Wesker okay).
As for books, he definitely is an avid reader in my portrayal. Of course mostly scientific works, but also works about human studies (mostly so he could build up knowledge about interpersonal relationships, manipulation tactics, etc.). His special interest in my portrayal being sealife and diving, he would also read a lot about that, including sharks, as I also headcanon he considered Neptune as some sort of "pet".
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virologikal ยท 8 months ago
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๐“๐ก๐ž ๐๐ซ๐ข๐œ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐๐ž๐ซ๐Ÿ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง
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๐’๐‡๐ˆ๐: Wesker / Chris ๐“๐€๐†๐’: Obsession . reflections on death . pre-game . during game . Character Study read on AO3
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๐ˆ - ๐€ ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง ๐ข๐ง ๐ž๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ
He is three years old when they arrive at the house. Black-clad and serious-looking, despite being intelligent for his age he knows not what to make of them. There is a faint curiosity lacing the far-corners of his infant mind, while he looks on to the adults surrounding him, unable to understand why the woman is fidgeting with a handkerchief, or why the man next to her puts an arm around her.
A while back she used to pick him up constantly, carrying him around or letting him sit on her lap. Then one day the phone rang, and after that, she barely ever looked at him. When she did, sheโ€™d often start to cry, so the boy soon assumed, without further context to explain the situation to him, his presence somehow was the cause of it.
He, on the other hand, hardly ever cried - even when he fell over and hit the floor. The man seemed to be proud of that, so he continued, best as he could, to remain in a way that would grant him positive attention.
Now they donโ€™t look at him at all. The strangers hand over a large stack of green paper, then they tell him to come along with them.
No one carries him anymore.
๐ˆ๐ˆ - ๐€ ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง ๐ข๐ง ๐ข๐๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ
They give him a name. Itโ€™s not the name the woman called him before, but it is his now. It feels foreign, almost uncomfortable, like shoes that are too big, or clothes that fit too tight - but they say it is special, an honor. He doesnโ€™t know what that means.
They call him Albert Wesker.
๐ˆ๐ˆ๐ˆ - ๐€ ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง ๐ข๐ง ๐๐ž๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง
He just turned five when they announce he would be allowed to join classes. It is a privilege, the next step on his path to greatness, they say. And he has promise, they say. It also means there wonโ€™t be as many syringes for a while. Or so they say.
Many children came and went in those two years. Sometimes he sees what looks like sleeping bodies under white, large blankets being carried out on stretchers. The day after, usually a kid is missing. He doesnโ€™t know what death means, but he feels nauseous thinking about lying under such a blanket, being carried away.
No one has carried him in years. He wants to keep it that way.
๐ˆ๐• - ๐š ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง ๐ข๐ง ๐ž๐ฑ๐œ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž
At age ten, he has forgotten he ever lived anywhere else. It seems to be unimportant anyway. His grades surpass most of the other children, some of which become sick after a while still. Few disappear, just like they did years ago. He got used to the stretchers, the blankets. But he also is more assured than ever that he will never end up like this.
He is better than that. He is perfect. The years passing after his eleventh birthday only solidify this belief.
Along with regular visits of a man that seems to observe him closely. They donโ€™t talk much, if at all, but something inside of him feels calmer when the man is around.
He introduces himself as Sir Oswald E. Spencer. When he looks approvingly at him, Albert Wesker feels accomplished.
As if to prove his worth to the man, he starts working on his doctorate in virology when he is only fifteen. Soon after, the company financing his schooling headhunts him and he is enlisted in their program.
๐•ย 
Discipline.
Obedience.
Unity.
๐•๐ˆ - ๐€ ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง ๐ข๐ง ๐ฎ๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ
When he is seventeen, Albert Wesker makes a friend. At least he thinks sitting next to each other and being able to talk about the same things, eating lunch together and playing chess in the evenings is what makes someone a friend. He wouldnโ€™t know.
His name is William.
He is not like the kids from the other place. The ones that all had the same last name as him. The ones whose faces he canโ€™t remember.
William is clever, someone that challenges him, and debating with him is fun. At least he thinks talking endlessly about genetics, biology and stratagem is supposed to be what fun is. He wouldnโ€™t know.
William laughs a lot, and when he does, his eyes crinkle, and his teeth show.
Albert Wesker doesnโ€™t understand why this is considered unthreatening, when animals use this same grimacing of the face when they want to impose their opponents, instilling fear in them.
People at the Training School say he has shark eyes. Cold and scary. Emotionless.
William jokingly suggests he should just wear sunglasses.
The next day, Albert Wesker decides to buy a pair.
No one will see his eyes for a long time after that.
๐•๐ˆ - ๐€ ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง ๐ข๐ง ๐จ๐›๐ž๐๐ข๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž
A year later, William doesnโ€™t laugh as much anymore. They donโ€™t talk much, either. Dr. Marcus assigned them each a task, and now they compete for his attention and approval.
Wesker knows he is better than William. Better than anyone.
No chess game and no toothy laugh is worth losing his standing. He doesnโ€™t need any of that when he can have an outstanding career. Or so Dr. Marcus says.
Wesker wonders if what people call hate and love are maybe one and the same. Does that make love and violence the same as well? He follows instructions, completing his goal. He refusesto fail.
He will not end up beneath a white blanket.
๐•๐ˆ๐ˆ - ๐€ ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง ๐ข๐ง ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐œ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ž
A decade later, Wesker has seen more white blankets than he can ever count. More bodies. He is used to the smell of death wafting through the Arklay Laboratory by now.
He exchanged any perceived weakness for opportunities along his way.
Dr. Marcus is dead. Sometimes he wonders if someone carried him on a stretcher, underneath a blanket. Most people he sees passing nowadays become something different, unworthy of even the white sheets.
William is a rival now, working in his own laboratory. When Sir Spencer decides to give his attention to Williamโ€™s work, Wesker leaves.
He doesnโ€™t know why the knot in his stomach grows ever-tighter the farther he moves away from everything he knew for most of his life, but he is determined.
No one will look down on him ever again.
๐•๐ˆ๐ˆ๐ˆ - ๐€ ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง ๐ข๐ง ๐š๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง
His smile was almost as bright as Williamโ€™s once was, painting a glow onto his features. Charming and boyish, butโ€ฆ warm.
Wesker immediately finds himself intrigued by everything about him. The quick wit. The effortlessness with which he joined their team. How soft his hair looks when the afternoon sun sets through the window.
He has to have him.
As ravenous and starved like an animal forgotten in a cage for too long, he craves to consume him, for it feels like only then will he be complete.
For him he will take off his shades, show his eyes. He wants to see, and be seen by him.
And there are arms, for the first time in uncounted years, that will hold him.
His name is Chris Redfield.
๐ˆ๐— - ๐€ ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง ๐ข๐ง ๐จ๐›๐ฌ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง
Hatred. Searing. Consuming. Burning him from the inside out.
His flesh tearing, the virus devouring him. It had been eating away at his mind for years now, and finally he can feel himself slip.
Into what, he doesnโ€™t know. Godhood? Perfection?
Is this what Sir Spencer had planned for him? Is this his ascension?
And in his way - he. The one who once made him soft, made him weak. No longer.
He is Albert Wesker. He is a God.
He will not be carried away on a stretcher, covered in a white blanket.
๐— - ๐€ ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง ๐ข๐ง ๐๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ก
Molten fire consumes him. He can see the weapons approach him from above. He can feel how his body is falling apart.
Not a God. No Ascension.
This is death.
And there will be nothing left of him to be covered with a white blanketโ€ฆ
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virologikal ยท 9 months ago
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๐€๐‹๐๐„๐‘๐“ ๐–๐„๐’๐Š๐„๐‘.
๐‡๐ž'๐ฌ ๐š ๐ ๐ก๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ, ๐ก๐ž'๐ฌ ๐š ๐ ๐จ๐, ๐ก๐ž'๐ฌ ๐š ๐ฆ๐š๐ง, ๐ก๐ž'๐ฌ ๐š ๐ ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ'๐ซ๐ž ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐ฆ๐ข๐œ๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐œ๐จ๐ฉ๐ข๐œ ๐œ๐จ๐  ๐ข๐ง ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐œ๐š๐ญ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ฉ๐ก๐ข๐œ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐ง - ๐ƒ๐ž๐ฌ๐ข๐ ๐ง๐ž๐ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐›๐ฒ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ž๐ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ก๐š๐ง๐
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โธปย Alias: ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย ย Number 13 โธปย Hair: ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย ย Blond โธปย Eyes:ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย ย Ocean Blue (pre-mansion, RE1, after RE5) ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย ย Golden-Red && cat-like (RE2-RE5) โธปย Age: ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  36 // pre-mansion ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  38 //ย RE1 ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  48 // RE5 ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  visibly stops aging after โธปย Height: ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย ย 6'3 // 1.90 m โธปย Sexuality: ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย ย Bisexual, male leaning
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โฎฉ headcanons . โฎฉ aesthetics . โฎฉ musings . โฎฉ character study . โฎฉ faceclaim . โฎฉ character tag . โฎฉ music . โฎฉ playlist .
ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ๐”๐๐๐‘๐ˆ๐๐†๐ˆ๐๐†, ๐˜๐Ž๐”๐“๐‡ & ๐„๐€๐‘๐‹๐˜ ๐˜๐„๐€๐‘๐’
Taken from his family at a young age, Albert Wesker has been raised in one of the Spencer Foundation homes as one of many genetically promising individuals for Project W., which also gave him his last name. He was one of the few youths to survive after having been infected with a stabilized variant of the Progenitor Virus. His upbringing was exceptionally strict and tightly scheduled, outfitted to bring out the best in him (especially focusing on his intelligence and physical abilities), resulting in Albert graduating with his doctorate in virology at the age of 17.
His brilliant grades having been a huge indicator for his usefulness to the Corporation, Umbrella then headhunted him to work for Umbrella Pharmaceuticals. Simultaneously, he was given a place at the Umbrella Executive Training Center, a company-run boarding school focusing on indoctrinating its students with the necessary mindset to work for Umbrella and, ultimately, Spencerโ€™s goals.
Needless to say, both his upbringing and youth at U.E.T.C. impacted Weskerโ€™s morals, world-view, and ethics, resulting in him becoming a man purely driven by a cold, analytic perspective on things, seeing his surroundings more like a laboratory where he could use people as test-subjects to sate his curiosity than actual human beings.
When the school was eventually shut down after a series of scandals, Wesker got offered a job as senior researcher in Arklay Laboratory in the hills near Raccoon City as a reward for stealing a sample of the T-Virus strain, laying the foundation for his later mindset to procure intel, research data and the like for his own gain whenever possible.
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ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ๐‘๐„๐’๐„๐€๐‘๐‚๐‡, ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐€๐‘๐Œ๐˜ & ๐’.๐“.๐€.๐‘.๐’.
Immediately after having been employed as senior researcher in Arklay, Wesker started his research on the T-Virus and ways to bypass the human immune system to create biological weapons. With his and his colleague Birkinโ€™s success, Wesker paved the way for a multitude of future research on similar viruses. Still, Umbrella kept pressuring him and Birkins for better and better results, always hungry to increase the control they could have on the infected and mutated individuals. In an attempt to push their work further, Wesker was present during the assassination of Dr. Marcus (who had initially supervised his education and training at U.E.T.C.), immediately recovering ten years worth of research material that Marcus had kept to himself and away from the ever more paranoid Spencer. While working on the Tyrant variant, which was a slow progress with many hurdles to overcome, Wesker then helped apply the European Nemesis-Alpha strain variant to Lisa Trevor (which had already been mutated years before), to observe the changes, eventually discovering the G-Virus. Dissatisfied with his work environment and the intransparent decisions of Spencer, Wesker finally left his employment, ever-driven to find answers such as why Umbrella was interested in furthering the work on the G-Virus, which was not suitable to use in the creation of bio-weapons as imagined by Spencer. Being an ex-Umbrella employee helped tremendously with finding new work, eventually ending him in the US Army which deemed him useful for their own, illegal research of bio-weapons. During his time in the Army and the missions taking him everywhere over the world, Wesker had a brief sexual relationship which he quickly broke off due to him being uninterested to keep contact up. The affair ended with him fathering a boy, of whose existence he would only learn many years later. Returning back to the States, Wesker finally was re-hired by Umbrella and assigned as Captain of team Alpha of the private-funded Special Tactics and Rescue Service, S.T.A.R.S., whichโ€™s members he hand-picked.
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Following his work as Captain of S.T.A.R.S., Wesker began spreading his influence by working as a double agent, always out for his own gain as he led the Alpha Team into a death trap for the simple cause of collecting combat data against the B.O.W.s which had infested the old Spencer Mansion. Not feeling empathy or seeing other human beings as anything other than a means to an end for his own benefit, he treated the Alpha-Team as rats in a life-sized laboratory, helping them along as he noticed their proclivity for solving the Mansionโ€™s many mysteries as well as besting the B.O.W.s sent against them. His support was especially focused on Chris Redfield and Jill Valentine who excelled in his eyes and were his best bet to gain the most efficient data if they made it to the laboratory, where he pitted them against his own creation - the Tyrant. The same attacked Wesker, inflicting him with a deadly wound - which would have been the end of him, had he not infected himself with a T-Virus strain shortly before releasing Tyrant, ensuring his body would gain superhuman strength, speed, and regenerative abilities. After escaping the Mansion before its destruction, Wesker then proceeded to play all sides on the board, taking advantage of the fact that he was believed dead by both Umbrella and the surviving members of S.T.A.R.S., allowing him to pull the strings of many research approaches to the various virus variants. Still, infected as he was, his mind and especially mental health began to slowly suffer from it, both heightening his already present god-complex and having him fixate on his idea of re-creating the world as he was taught from his early childhood. Spiraling further and further in an almost ironic similarity to Spencer, Wesker would eventually find his ultimate death by the hand of Chris Redfield and Sheva Alomarโ€ฆ ...yet despite all this, his story continues.
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virologikal ยท 1 year ago
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Not me drifting off into my headcanon where Wes is not only fascinated by aquatic wildlife but also saw Neptune as his pet and probably had a couple of sharks or idk SOMETHING in a tank on his ship during RE5
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