We were the victims of ourselves

❥ Name/Handle: Sierra
❥ Contact: draconicseraphim or Sierra#7666 on Discord
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❥ Other Characters: Cor Leonis

❥ Name: Albert Wesker
❥ Canon: Resident Evil
❥ Canon Point: 1988, just after the discovery of G and Dr. Marcus' assassination.
❥ History: Albert Wesker's Wiki Information regarding Project Wesker

❥ Personality:
The man known as Albert Wesker is something of a mystery, even to himself. Albert was chosen for his unique qualities at a very young age, given a better future than most could ever hope for. That future came at the expense of everything he knew as a child, his family, and any real chance at a childhood. The advantages, he would later decide, far outweighed the cons.

|| Obedience breeds discipline.

Brought up in a Spencer Foundation children's home, these principles were drilled into Albert very early on and he embraced them wholeheartedly. In his youth he was far more supportive of the full dogma of Umbrella, and Spencer himself. As he grew older, grew to understand the things that drive people on a fundamental basis, he began to question the purity of Umbrella's intentions. Spencer's intentions. Obedience. A difficult trait to culture while simultaneously praising a child for being superior to those around him.

Obedience was really more of a matter of lacking options in his youth and convenience in his later years as Chief Researcher at the Arklay Facility. His goals aligned with that of the company, there was no reason to stray from that. The thought of disobedience, that would have terrified him as a boy, became more and more appealing as time went on. The very peak of his work, the discovery of Golgatha with William, would be the thing that finally drove him to disobey.

|| Discipline breeds unity.

Discipline certainly has it's place and purpose. Part of embracing his superiority to common men included his ability to remain detached and unaffected. Logic must prevail and signs of weakness are to be snubbed out. Similarly distractions can not be tolerated. The work, their purpose, is greater than anything that might interfere. Maintaining that ceaseless dedication to the ideals laid down by Spencer, even when finally confronted with members of the public beyond the control of Umbrella (and not revealing his true feelings about the common folk) was one of the most important things instilled in him.

Unfortunately for Umbrella, and Spencer himself, Albert's discipline is of a caliber that he could be absolutely unaffected, lie without so much as a hiccup in his heart rate. His body under perfect control, conveying only precisely what he wishes it to.

|| Unity breeds power.

Despite the constant assurances that he is something greater than the average man Albert does still abide by the principle of unity a great deal. Just perhaps not in the most savory way. A common goal keeps everyone's tasks aligned. A common goal makes it easier for those less disciplined to accept that extreme measures must sometimes be taken. Unity breeds power for men like him, those meant to be leaders, meant to be gods. But it also breeds obedience in those lesser.

It is the concept of unity and his inherent superiority that makes it so easy to justify horrific actions. Sacrifices are necessary and, in the end, the lives of a few hundred, few thousand, however many it takes, are of no consequence. When the work is done and those that deserve their place in their new utopia transcend the limitations of humanity what will it matter that some died long before and others will die then?

|| Power is life.

Power, for now, is still a distant dream for Albert. Something he is very keenly aware he will achieve some day but not something he is horribly concerned with just now. He has what he needs to pursue his research, even if William is continuously distracted by this newfound Golgatha Virus, as though it could hold a candle to the progress they've already achieved with Tyrant. Hard work and sacrifice are necessary to achieve the sort of power he desires. He can be patient, disciplined. Unlike William's recklessness, delving immediately into the newest revelation without thoroughly exploring the possibilities laid before him.

Power will come. It is only a matter of time. And when it does he will be ready for it.

That's not to say he isn't an unforgivably arrogant man already, dismissive of any who are not of use and perfectly capable and willing to manipulate those that are.

|| Scholar Will, Practical Al, They really are opposites. And they're always competitive in everything they do. There's something ruthless and cruel about them both...

Albert and William had both spent their lives up until the Training Facility excelling over others without nary a thought. Now, suddenly, they had another to push them to succeed, to drive them both to excel even over their past ambitions. Marcus encouraged their rivalry but even then they remained on good terms, always eager to do more, to be better, but seeing little point in creating strife within the organization. Unity, after all, would always be necessary. Working together increases their productivity as well as their opportunities for success. It is impractical to isolate oneself. Something that Marcus' continued private research only confirmed to him.

Marcus lost touch with reality, lost what his true purpose was, forgot that they were all meant to be a unified front, working together for a common goal. Albert has no trouble working with others, so long as they are not too foolish, as long as it achieves a purpose. That same practicality is what makes it so easy to watch the assassination of his former mentor, feeling nothing for the loss, concerned only that the work would continue.

The work must always continue.

❥ Abilities:
Albert is, in 1988, merely a brilliant young man. Impossibly intelligent but otherwise unremarkable.

for now

❥ Extras:
Albert would be arriving with a brown leather briefcase (complete with locks) inside of which would be documents on his most recent work (specifically Lisa Trevor and the NE-α Type Parasite) as well as a half full carton of cigarettes and his corporate lighter.

Which god will they choose to support? For now, Rawna.