Post by Albert Wesker on Sept 18, 2010 22:46:54 GMT -5
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Albert Wesker
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Albert Wesker
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DOWN FROM THE DOOR
WHERE IT BEGAN
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DOWN FROM THE DOOR
WHERE IT BEGAN
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» FULL NAME:Albert Wesker
» NICKNAME(S): God
» RACE: White
» AGE: 50
» SEXUALITY: Striaght
» OCCUPATION: Umbrella Head Scientist
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NOW FAR AHEAD THE ROAD HAS GONE
AND I MUST FALLOW, IF I CAN
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NOW FAR AHEAD THE ROAD HAS GONE
AND I MUST FALLOW, IF I CAN
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» LIKES:
- Destroying the world
- being a god
- killing things
- Ada
- Trying to kill chris
» DISLIKES:
- Chris
- B.S.S.A
- Being partially human
- Weaknesses
- Pudding
» STRENGTHS:
- power
- Umbrella
- No friends
- being gifted
- does laughing count?
» WEAKNESSES:
- chris
- B.S.S.A
- Tricell
- Everyone
- No antiserum for his virus
» OVERALL PERSONALITY: Power-hungry, intelligent and cunning, Albert Wesker was a man who sought power and domination over the entire human race, all for his own gain. To this end, he was affiliated with the Umbrella Corporation, as one of its most promising researchers, and at the same time participated in illicit activities by going undercover as an officer in the RPD and the leader of S.T.A.R.S. in Raccoon City. Through the course of much betrayal of his allies to further his own plans, Wesker faked his death, gained superhuman powers from an experimental virus, and worked alongside both the mysterious "Organization" and Tricell, Inc. He would eventually enact a plot, originally created by Ozwell E. Spencer, to transform the human race into powerful superhumans like himself, and be a god to rule over them and a new age.
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PURSUING IT WITH EAGER FEET
UNTIL IT JOINS SOME LARGER WAY
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PURSUING IT WITH EAGER FEET
UNTIL IT JOINS SOME LARGER WAY
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» FATHER: N/A
» MOTHER: N/A
» SIBLINGS: N/A
» SPOUSE:N/A
» CHILDREN:N/A
» OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE:N/A
» PETS:N/A
» STATUS: wealthy
» HISTORY:Albert Wesker was born of parents with superior intellectual genes. He and dozens of other children of his caliber were collected and raised as components of the Wesker children project by the Umbrella Corporation and given the surname "Wesker". He showed particular promise over the other children, which pleased Umbrella's founder, Ozwell E. Spencer. Spencer saw in Wesker the makings of what his children needed. Obviously not coincidentally, Albert would eventually go into the service of the same company that molded him and become a close employee under the watchful eyes of his 'creator', Spencer, all the while unaware of the pharmaceutical president's true intentions and his origins.
Wesker joined the international pharmaceutical enterprise Umbrella at the age of 17 and began working as one of its researchers. In 1977, Wesker was assigned to the Management Training Facility under Doctor James Marcus. Wesker became friends with, and a rival of fellow trainee William Birkin, becoming colleagues and accomplices for years to come. Both Wesker and Birkin were regarded by Marcus as his best apprentices and the only people he trusted. When the Training Facility was closed down on July 29, 1978, the two were personally transferred to the Arklay Research Facility (underneath the Spencer Estate) to continue their own tyrant virus research (while Marcus continued to work on his own), becoming the facility's chief researchers.
Wesker's and Birkin's research of the t-virus lasted over 13 years and three different stages. In 1988, when the research reached its third stage (the creation of the Tyrant Bio-weapon), Wesker and Birkin were then ordered by Spencer to assassinate their former mentor, Marcus and steal all of his research. Shortly after, Birkin's research yielded the discovery of the G-virus in the body of Lisa Trevor, a long time test subject of Wesker and Birkin's while at the Arklay facility.[citation needed] When Spencer approved his project in 1991, Wesker began having doubts about Spencer's intentions and requested a transfer to Umbrella's Intelligence Bureau that same year.
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WHERE MANY PATHS
AND ERRANDS MEET.
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WHERE MANY PATHS
AND ERRANDS MEET.
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»YOUR NICKNAME: Jay
» HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN ROLEPLAYING?: 7 years
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AND WHITHER THEN?
I CANNOT SAY.
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The night was a silent one, broken only by the hollow cry of the wind and an occasional distant moan. Few stars shined though the thick blanket of smog resting over the city. Down in the streets, even the dead had sought out shelter against the biting cold and fierce wind. Although they could not feel it, the virus in their brains could sense the danger cold weather caused. One could freeze to the spot and be easy pickings for a human on the prowl.
The light of the near-full moon caused the whole city to appear in black and white. The snow coating the ground cast a pale glow, distorting the shadows and twisting them in to fearsome shapes and creatures. And as the snow shifted in the gail winds, so did the shadow causing them to dance along in their own little ballet of horrors. They twisted and spun, always faint as a ghost but ever present to a keen eye.
The darkest of these shadows rested silent and still as its owner: A lone dark figure on the sidewalk. Its hands hung to its side as its golden gaze flicked back and forth, followed the chaotically graceful movements of the snow and shadows. Although its jaw hung slightly open, a spark of intellect showed in the man's eye.
He had been standing there since nightfall. His fingers were frozen and, if he was not careful, he could snap each digit clean off. But he would be careful. He always was on nights like these.
He stood there for half an hour longer before it grew too cold for even him. Breaking through the snowdrifts that surrounded him, the man started a nearby building. He had a slight shuffle to his step and leaned to one side ever so much but he was learning and already walked much better then any other known Zombie.
Reaching the old door, he pushed it open with one frozen hand, he waited to see what would greet him at the other side.
The light of the near-full moon caused the whole city to appear in black and white. The snow coating the ground cast a pale glow, distorting the shadows and twisting them in to fearsome shapes and creatures. And as the snow shifted in the gail winds, so did the shadow causing them to dance along in their own little ballet of horrors. They twisted and spun, always faint as a ghost but ever present to a keen eye.
The darkest of these shadows rested silent and still as its owner: A lone dark figure on the sidewalk. Its hands hung to its side as its golden gaze flicked back and forth, followed the chaotically graceful movements of the snow and shadows. Although its jaw hung slightly open, a spark of intellect showed in the man's eye.
He had been standing there since nightfall. His fingers were frozen and, if he was not careful, he could snap each digit clean off. But he would be careful. He always was on nights like these.
He stood there for half an hour longer before it grew too cold for even him. Breaking through the snowdrifts that surrounded him, the man started a nearby building. He had a slight shuffle to his step and leaned to one side ever so much but he was learning and already walked much better then any other known Zombie.
Reaching the old door, he pushed it open with one frozen hand, he waited to see what would greet him at the other side.
Lyirics from The Hobbit