Albert Wesker

[Albert Wesker]

Albert Wesker
"The only thing that can defeat power, is more power. That is the one constant in this universe. However, there is no point in power if it consumes itself. I will enlist the help of an old friend against our common foe. I will use one pawn to eliminate the other, and emerge with the spoils for myself..."

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Description

Wesker certainly cuts an imposing figure. Originally, he stood at a height of six foot even, though that changed after his viral injection. As his body rebuilt itself and restructured to allow for its improvements, his height rose to a more prominent six foot three. Over the years, as he grew more adapted to it and the changes progressed further, he grew even further, finally ending up at the impressive stature of six foot seven. His hair is a dark blonde color, very well kept and trimmed, usually slicked neatly back over his head. No trace of facial hair can be spotted on his visage. His eyes are a deeply unsettling shade of gold-orange, with his pupils forming into vertical slits much like a feline or reptile's. They even seem faintly luminous, much like a feline's eyes; under heightened emotional states, his eyes will begin to glow red, especially noticeable in the dark. His physique is impressive and well-maintained, which only contributes to his ego. The last notable detail is the paleness of his skin, which holds the sickly, grayish pallor of a corpse. When in warmer or brightly lit areas this seems to fade, presenting an almost normal, healthier skin tone but it still seems...off, to careful eyes.

His wardrobe is nearly entirely black, and usually consists of a suit of some sort. Typically it features a high-collared shirt or turtleneck of some description; the sleeves are typically kept short, though when the weather warrants it they may be worn longer. Beyond that, matching black pants are worn, with some manner of boots. Given his constant traveling role and preferred method of combat, they are sturdy and equally well suited to all manner of terrain, from city to desert to swamp to arctic, and stand up well to even the rigors of combat, while maintaining a suitable presentation for the boardroom or professional meetings at the same time. Worn over his shirt, Wesker often sports a tactical harness, with space for attaching a shoulder holster for his sidearm, as well as a number of extra magazines for it. as well as other small items as the need arises. His hands are always covered by black gloves, custom fit to not interfere with his movement at all. Worn over all his other clothing is a long, flowing black coat, reaching down to just above his ankles, with wrist-length sleeves and a high, flared collar. The coat has several pockets in it, both internal and external, for storing and holding small items. The final item of Wesker's wardrobe is his trademark sunglasses; always highly polished to a mirror shine, they reflect the light and shroud his eyes entirely, only allowing a pale glow of red to be seen when his emotions rise.

Personality

Albert Wesker is a complicated man. He sports a god-complex, believing his actions to be not only completely justifiable, but benevolent and righteous. Fully assured of his own skills and abilities, he failed to consider failure as an option, ultimately leading to his downfall. This leads to a strong, almost all-consuming rage when things do not go his way, or his carefully-laid plans begin to fall apart.

Despite that, he is...quite capable of suppressing his natural tendencies if the need arises. His arrival to the Omniverse has only helped to reinforce that necessity. He will rarely be truly polite, but he is capable of an astonishing level of civility and being cordial enough. Keeping his legendary temper and arrogance in check when interacting with others to further his own aims and agenda. There are few lengths he will not go to to take another step toward his end goals.

But Wesker is not a man who will suffer indignation lightly, or let a slight against him go unpunished forever. He will reciprocate any perceived wrong against him manyfold. It may take time, but Albert Wesker is a man of patience. He plays a long game, and will devise a means to get back at you if you damage his pride. After all, he is weakened here, stripped of all his previous ability, but a god should always be sure to deal proper retribution.


History

Pre-Omniverse
[spoiler]Character Source: Resident Evil

I was born to parents who were effectively nameless, as their identities were never made apparent. All that is known about them is that they were of superior intellectual genes. I was...collected into a program I came to learn some time later in my life was called the Wesker Children project, and given my surname. I was apparently of great promise and interest to a certain Ozwell E. Spencer. After completing my education, I was employed with the Umbrella Corporation. At the time I was unaware the Spencer was watching me as closely as he was -- but he was watching closer than I could have suspected.

I began my work as a researcher, and joined the Umbrella Management Training Facility, under James Marcus. I had a colleague -- and then friend -- William Birkin, and we were both regarded highly by Marcus. When the facility was closed, we were both transferred to the Arklay facility, becoming its head researchers.

Shortly after arriving, I was handed a file on the Ebola virus. Publicly, we were working on a vaccine for the then-devastating virus; but in secret, we were using it in the development of what is now known of the t-virus. The research of both myself and Birkin a great number of years, and saw varying levels of success and many different viral stages. It came as something of a shock at the time when we were ordered to assassinate Marcus and steal his research. The discovery of the G-virus by Birkin in the body of Lisa Trevor some time later also came as a pleasant surprise.

I joined the STARS division in Raccoon City some years later, and worked as an insider for Umbrella. I gave them information direct from the source. When a series of murders began cropping up two years later, Umbrella grew.....concerned. STARS Bravo team was dispatched to handle the situation. They were little more than test fodder.

After being ordered to reclaim the Umbrella Training Facility, I was instead forced to destroy it, thanks to the resurrected Marcus. I destroyed the T-001 -- it had remarkable potential; but it was a failure. Tragic. And as I made my leave, I ran into Sergei. We had a....misunderstanding, and he unleashed his 'bodyguard' against me. I managed to hold the monster off long enough for the facility to explode and give me time to make my escape.

The STARS Bravo team was, of course, destroyed. I dispatched Alpha team, and led it personally. We were attacked upon arrival, and lost one of our number immediately, as well as being outright abandoned by our pilot. We took shelter in the nearby mansion -- actually an Umbrella facility -- and split up to search the grounds. I forced Barry Burton into....taking care of some loose ends for me. Family can be such a sore point for some people...

I had to personally kill Enrico Marini when he discovered something that could have been....unpleasant, had it been found out by anyone else. Chris Redfield and Jill Valentine -- the dear thorns in my side that they are -- managed to find out my plans and destroyed the facility and the Tyrant housed there. I injected myself with an experimental virus Birkin had given me, and allowed myself to be killed.

I was revived, thanks to the virus, and ascended to what I am now -- so much more than I had been.

I was far less than pleased by what I found after my revival. Dear Sergei had taken all of the files from the mainframe, and I had been locked out. A minor setback, but with an oath of revenge against the meddlesome fools, I left.  I destroyed the remaining BOWs in the facility with little effort, and even managed to incapacitate Lisa Trevor. Poor girl... I escaped the facility before it exploded, and used that destruction to mark my resurrection.

Shortly thereafter, I secured a position with one of Umbrella's rival companies. Upon the outbreak of the t-virus in Raccoon City, I sent in Ada Wong to retrieve the G-Virus from dear Sherry Birkin.

Some months later, I assaulted the Umbrella Facility at Rockfort Island. Our goal in attacking the island failed, unfortunately. We moved on to the Antarctic facility. Our goal was more successful this second attempt, and we retrieved a sample of the T-Veronica virus. I encountered Chris, and would have killed him then and there, but the destruction of the facility forced me to leave that for another day.

I had dealings with the leader of a drug cartel in South America, and delivered some....supplies to him, in return for a fair exchange of money and resources. Sadly, the poor man died. How tragic.

One year later, I paid a visit to Umbrella's Russian facility. I made my way through the facility, destroying Umbrella's "projects" along the way, and again ran into dear Sergei. The old man sent his bodyguards after me, and I dispatched them without effort. I tracked down Sergei, and finally killed the old man. I took the data from the Red Queen, and deleted the entire computer's memory and shut down the facility.

With the data I acquired, I shut down Umbrella permanently. An international manhunt for Spencer began in the wake of that. How fitting, in retrospect... Regardless, I now had the entirety of Umbrella's research documentation and findings at my disposal. I took it upon myself to contact Tricell shortly thereafter, and helped them along to create their own bioweapons division with the data from Umbrella. The compensation was more than generous, as I had hoped it might be. Not letting such a valuable asset slip away, I began to secretly use them for my own ends, conducting my own....business.

It was during this period I came across Excella Gione. An ambitious, intelligent little thing, to be sure; and quite a useful little asset, in the long run. She was a useful tool while she served her purpose...

I began my own 'empire', as it were, and set aside a secret organization of my own. I hired such agents as Jack Krauser to assist me in this. Acquiring and selling direct samples of Umbrella's work to rival corporations to amass the wealth I would soon require was simple work. I would meet some....disappointment when I dispatched Ada Wong to retrieve a sample of the Las Plagas parasite. Krauser was sent along to aid her as he would -- they were, in the end, both expendable.

A troublesome little fool by the name of Leon Scott Kennedy was causing havoc in Spain, and making things quite....difficult for Ada. Despite my orders to eliminate him, she refused and he lived. He still served some purpose, and distracted the agents of Osmund Saddler in the area.

In the end, Ada killed poor Krauser, after he had been injured in a fight with Leon. Again allowing him to live, Ada left Leon and returned with the sample. I was betrayed again, and given a false sample -- a simple subordinate plaga -- while she returned the true sample to the Organization. It was only a minor flaw, however, and my plans were nearly completely unhindered.

With this, I had amassed an array of resources and wealth that would dwarf that of any other in existence....at the time. Every viral agent was mine. Samples of every parasitic agent were mine. I could have forcefully acquired anything I could have possibly wanted.

And it was all far from enough.

Finding the location of dear Spencer, I went to visit him. The information I received from Spencer was....shocking. Despite how odd it seemed, there was no doubt it was the complete truth. With this information, my ascension to the role Spencer was arrogant enough to consider himself worthy of....was impeded by an old, dying man.

His death was such a wondrous thing.

I remained in Spencer's estate for a short while afterward, pondering what my next move was to be. Carrying out Spencer's will -- in my own fashion -- seemed to be logical....and it was my right to do so. To be the god of the new race that was to be forcibly created....who else but the one with the power and ability to bring about such a race, could ever be the god of such a race? Umbrella was now completely useless to me -- I would need a new, more able company to assist me in this endeavor....

My planning was interrupted by the arrival of Chris and Jill. Poor dears, they were simply in over their heads. Their efforts were truly remarkable, but in the end, it wasn't even a challenge. I could have killed them both right then and there, but I let myself get careless.... Jill tackled me through a window.

We both fell several hundred feet down the cliff-side and into the ocean below. My survival was guaranteed. But Jill....hers was more miraculous. In a bit of....compassion, I suppose? I saved her life, and gave her the medical treatment to keep her alive, and placed her in cryogenic sleep.

She would be an ideal weapon against Chris when he eventually tracked me down again. The fool was all too good at doing just that.

Returning to Tricell, I formed a direct partnership with Excella. She was a rather....gifted thinker, and seemed to understand my vision. I assisted her in climbing Tricell's ranks, and in short order, she became the CEO of the African division of Tricell. My plans were going flawlessly...

I took this opportunity to re-open the Umbrella Africa Research Center, and re-purpose it to my current needs. With the source of the Progenitor virus now available to me....Uroburos was born. With this virus, the next step in human evolution was at hand!

Unfortunately....the virus was extremely poisonous, and was lethal in all cases it was tested in. But as with all great plans, this was circumvented. With dear Jill....her previous infection with the T-Virus had led to the creation of powerful, formerly unknown, antibodies. With these, Uroburos was perfected!

Using a chemical I had recently discovered, I planted a device on Jill's chest to continuously inject her with the chemical. It was a new plan I had devised. Using the chemical to control Jill's mind, I would use her as a perfect weapon against Chris. And she would serve exceedingly well in other tasks, with the physical enhancements provided by the P30.

I took the time until Chris inevitably arrived to begin placing Uroburos into missiles. The plan was to detonate them in the upper atmosphere of Earth, to cause an outbreak the world over -- completely saturating the entire planet in the virus.

Waiting within, and expanding, the underground facility which rapidly became a stronghold, we did much research with the Progenitor virus, and branded everything in the facility -- once owned by Umbrella -- with the Tricell logo. Using the newly developed types of Las Plagas, we would create an army of unswervingly loyal soldiers from the simple residents of the nearby town, and the tribe who had once guarded the very flower which gave us Progenitor.

Excella was becoming more and more of a problem.... Her desire was more than she was worth. She thought herself worthy of the right to stand by my side in my new world....how utterly foolish. A god shares his power with no one. But she was still of some use to me...and so I played along with her for a while longer.

I received news  that the BSAA had dispatched agents to apprehend Ricardo Irving. Given what I knew of dar Chris and his affection for his "partner", it was a good enough guess, even at the time, he would be involved. I was right, as fate would have it, and would encounter him soon enough.

Chris and his new partner managed to track Irving down, and defeated him after he injected himself with a virus. Tragic, truly. They continued to pursue Irving's mysterious helper -- oh, if only Chris had known it was Jill at that time, the entertainment it would have brought about for me. Jill reported that Chris and his partner -- a Sheva Alomar, if memory serves -- had made their way to the facility. As troublesome as they were, I couldn't allow them to derail my plan in its final stages.

I sent Excella and Jill to deal with Chris and Sheva while I remained to secure the final steps of my plan. In the process, I thought back to some years prior, when I had killed Spencer. Though the old man had been a fool, he had given Wesker a greater ambition and goal than he could have likely thought of on his own. While Excella and Jill dealt with Chris and Sheva, I went to await their inevitable arrival.

According to records, they defeated an Uroburos specimen Excella unleashed against them, though not before Excella and Jill returned to my side. We awaited their arrival, and I revealed Jill's identity to Chris. His reaction....was a moment I shall savor for all eternity.

With Jill at my side, Chris and his partner stood no chance. After wasting as much of my spare time as I could afford, I received a call from Excella. I left Jill to handle her former partner and left to attend to my plans. I can only assume they managed to free Jill from my service. Pity. They tracked me down to the tanker I had had prepared for this part of my plan, and thought they had me cornered. Fools.

I infected Excella with Uroburos and used her to attempt to destroy Chris. The effort failed, however. Even when given the power to do something useful, the woman was still a failure. Good help is so hard to find.

Again they managed to confront me directly. I finally revealed to them in full my plan, and prepared to finally kill them myself. They seemed to have discovered the flaw of the virus in my system, however...and managed to injure me with an RPG, and used my stunned moment to inject me with the Progenitor formula.

I was weakened and at a disadvantage in the darkness of the ships deck. I retreated to the bomber I had prepared, in an attempt to carry out the final stage of my plan. Chris managed to get on-board, as did his partner, unfortunately. They managed to get lucky and inject another dose of the Progenitor chemical, further weakening me. Taking advantage of this, Chris opened the bomber's hatch.

The craft de-pressurized and crashed, landing in a volcano.

If only Chris could have just died in the crash.... He and his partner both survived. They both thought -- or hoped, perhaps -- that I had died in the crash. They were sorely mistaken. I deliberately absorbed my own creation, and set out to finally destroy Chris.

Uroburos gave me the power necessary to destroy anything in my way. And everything in my path toward Chris was broken into dust and rubble. In the end, however....luck was on the side of Chris and his partner yet again. Jill, who it would seem had survived, flew in on-board a helicopter in time to save Chris from the collapsing ground of the volcano. I fell into the lava.

But I would not lose now; not after coming so far! If I was to die in this fire, then so would Chris! I latched onto the helicopter, and pulled on it with all the force I could manage, hell-bent on taking Chris and his pathetic friends down with me.[/spoiler]


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