Seriously? They don't want to hear this crap, I can assure you of that. Ugh, fine; my name is Jake, I was born to a single mother in Edonia. She loved my father, spoke very highly of him, wanted me to respect him. Me? I figured he was just some deadbeat that up and left her when she got pregnant. According to her, that wasn't the case, and now that I know the truth -- well I'm not really sure what to believe anymore.
Anyway, my mom, she got sick. I was fifteen, I didn't really know much of anything, so what other choice did I have but to join the Edonian Liberation Army. My instructor was a shit head, they all are, but he taught me what I needed to know, and at the time, I learned how to work with the people I fought alongside, made friends, made brothers. I spent two years with that unit, travelling, fighting, killing, hell you name it, we probably did it. We were in South America when we were ambushed... I was the only one who made it out alive. Found out later that we were sold out from the inside, and after that, I learned to not to make any more family. Only family I had was my mom, but she's gone too.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to report to Edonia. Platoon there is shipping out in the morning. Interview over.
Verse: (RE) Resident Evil
Xover?: Hell yeah
Length: Multi-Para (accepts all above one line)
I. Jake was the result of a cloning experiment conducted by Wesker. While a surrogate was used, his DNA and insemination were completely scientific, and despite Wesker's best efforts, Jake was considered a failure, and was ultimately stolen by the surrogate to raise as her own once it was made apparent that Wesker had no interest in continuing his research.
II. He grew up with a speech impediment, forcing him to go through his childhood mostly silent, which caused people to assume many different things about him. He found proving them wrong to be a chore, so instead, he took their assumptions in stride, and started actually enjoying the wild stories they would come up with, even entertaining some of them.
Bloodlust and carnage are the open invitations as they vie for the Entity’s attention. The outcome of every trial overcomes the one that came before, and though balance among them is achieved by learning from each other, the way the jackal with a mask that suggests perpetual agony seems to toy with them leaves her wondering if it is not masochism the true reason why he sometimes lets them live, for she guesses the punishment that follows must be less than kindly.
There is an innate mischief in him that belies almost something human, and for a few seconds she is led to believe that perhaps they can escape one trial unscathed. She is hesitant. Hopeful. Almost willingly to cooperate with him.
But with his knife digging deeply in her back she is told another, truer story.
Oh yeah. I can definitely relate to that one, Jake. I got a preggo wife that drives us around everywhere, and I got no say in the matter. lol!
I myself wrote Jake back in the day when the hype train was still going around, and I gotta say that it was fun to antagonize Chris with how inconsistent they were with activity. But I am quite surprised that there aren't more of us around if I am being honest here. It's a discussion that is frequently brought up among the resi fam, and well I am surprised that there really isn't an active Wesker either. -shrug- Is what it is, Jake is better off without him in the end. That being said it also gives you the opportunity to be better.
AU is definitely my cup of tea, canon is something that is overused, and it is depressing whatnot with the lack of creativity on their part. For me..I think of the most bizarre situations, and I put the two unlikely characters into a setting that is often thought about - but never pursued. For this situation, I would say that the best course of action for us would be to try something more supernatural based.
Cerulean optics could not hide the intent her mouth strained not to show at the eloquence he used to introduce himself. By accounts of others she has relatively surmised the man's character, and though her body language underlined caution, the way she slightly angled forward in his direction showed her innate nature to create her own opinion about others.
"It's Jill Valentine. I guess there is no better way to make each other's acquaintance than sharing survival horror experiences, hmm?"
An olive branch is offered as she extended a gloved hand forward. "Regardless, it's nice to meet you."
Thank you for accepting the friend request! I am always so happy to see new Resident Evil faces pop up. I have a couple of ideas for us, but feel free to dismiss them if you would like to do something else.
One scenario revolves around the possibility of Jake and Jill ending up together after someone captures them in order to take and study the respective antibodies in their blood. They both need to rely on each other to get out and work together in order to figure out who's their captor.
Or, Jill could be running a B.S.A.A. operation somewhere and they run into some trouble: cue for Jake to come in swooping and save the day. I know both ideas could use a lot of work, but I wanted to offer something to get our story discussion going! I can't wait to talk and write more with you!
"...Chris?" She snorts. "He told me about his...encounter with you. Consider yourself lucky, it could've been worse. I have heard a lot about you, actually; you have quite the reputation, but it's...good to finally meet you in person, see it for myself." It's hard keeping her preconceptions at bay given her experience with his father, but Jill knows better than to let it get the better of her. "And don't worry, I'm not going to punch you in the face, unless you give me a reason to do so."
Hey, I'm always up for any of those things, I'm very open to anything so if there's something you had in mind let me know, if not, both can come up with something cool.
like someone who was once a terrible pain in my ass at one point in time. Who spent a good five or ten minutes beating the ever-loving hell out of me for no other reason than my name is Redfield, and all before he even bothered to tell me who—and what—he was. Who helped run a multibillion-dollar sh*tstorm into the ground without a care in the world about who had to die in the process.
...and like someone who is now swimming at the base of a volcano.
To be fair, you also look enough like Eminem to give me uncomfortable thoughts about how disorganized my closet back home has become over the years.
Name's Claire. You already had a run-in with my older brother, which he still grumbles about to this day. Kudos for putting the bee in his bonnet—
I should thank you for helping Sherry. It goes to prove that we're more than what DNA makes of us. And the kid means a lot to me since I was barely old enough to vote, and we were both scrambling for a way out of Raccoon City.
Let me know what I can do—if anything. I'll be around."