deercountry | [Session 4] "And on the white meadow I look for deer’s footprints"

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[Session 4] "And on the white meadow I look for deer’s footprints"

Who: Albert Wesker and... you!
What: February catch-all.
When: Throughout the month
Where: Different parts of the town

Content Warnings: Potential NSFW stuff in the Chocolatier thread

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((OOC: Lyrics nicked from various cuts from Schubert's Winterreise (because of course this guy would be into emotional German classical songs). Got something to toss at him? Feel free to reply to this comment!))

Edited 2022-02-15 04:11 (UTC)

One of the few weaknesses Wesker would own up to is having a bit of a sweet tooth: having a high metabolism means any sugars get burned off very quickly, anyway. True to his preference for the darkness, his favorite chocolate flavor is dark chocolate.

Except no one warned him what the side effects might entail. Thus he's limping a bit, hunched slightly as well in a bid to conceal his visible state of arousal - And we'll say his arrogance does not stem from compensating for anything.

"Of all the indignities this place could inflict, this has to be the most wretched," he mutters.

Edited 2022-02-21 04:33 (UTC)

[CW: Emotional/psychological distress, religious weirdness, childhood trauma referenced, physical trauma referenced, misanthropy discussed, forced evolution discussed, event-specific self-harm referenced. This is very dark.]

Wesker does not consider himself a religious person, though he does believe that higher powers exist. His prior loyalty to Mother Superior came from a sense of self-preservation in a strange world. Finding her more ruthless than himself and shockingly similar in some ways to Spencer had weakened some of his loyalty. And then she seemingly abandoned him during the debacle which Bill Cipher's portal construction devolved into.

Even still, he ventures into the Pale Sanctuary, seekubg a document which a scribe at Soma pointed him toward, in his quest for information regarding the Zealots. Given Maul's statement that the Zealots must be curbed, he's taken it onto his shoulder. He'd undermined Umbrella Corporation and brought it down, thus espionage is familiar ground. A cult isn't too different from a corporation.

And as so often, this turned into an apparent trap. Guilt and regret he has pushed into the back of his mind. And yet for all that science has given him, for all the mutations and advances he has made, he remains human at his core. That core can still sense guilt.

"I only wished that humanity could share the same invulnerability," he says, kneeling before the image of Bausphomette, bracing himself with one gloved hand on the floor.

"You don't think I can understand pain? I know how trauma can affect a person, If I could help humanity to rise above as I have risen above, if they could heal as I can and be as strong and swift, they could reach their fullest potential.

He raises his head, eyes starting to smolder and glow, even as he reaches inside his coat, taking out a case containing several clean cannulas, selecting one. "If I harmed human subjects in the process, it was to discover what *wouldn't* work."

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"You must not hear my footsteps" - Wildcard

Chocola-tier - Dark Chocolate - Female/female presenting characters over 18

"in the stillness feel the serpent within" - Mother's Mercy - February 25th