WESKER

Wesker's upbringing wasn't anything particularly special. He came from no family of noble birth, nor was he the subject of some prophecy, or grand destiny, or Shakespearean tragedy like some other inhabitants of Tarroque- in fact, he was rather ordinary, to the point of being plain; though one can surmise that in Tarroque it matters not who you were in the last world. Wesker's origin-world was a grim one, but not devoid of hope. He was born into a lower-class family in the great city of [REDACTED], a near-dystopia of a walled city in the province of [REDACTED] that by day looked rather plain but at night went up in technicolour flame, neon lights casting down upon the inhabitants below. While fraught with the typical strife one might expect of a poorer family, especially one as large and extended as Wesker's, it was not necessarily unhappy, though he did find himself mixed up in criminal activities more and more frequently; that true unhappiness only came later in life, as the young children of the family who had previously been so close-knit started to drift apart and go their separate ways in search of better fortunes.

Wesker, for his part, was a rough-and-tumble individual, both hardened and softened by his upbringing; he was a capable enough man, the strong and silent type, though his capacity for love and family-oriented self would perhaps turn out to be his greatest weakness in the life he soon found himself mixed up in. He was employed as a crime fixer (or 'cleaner') for one of the organized crime gangs within the city, tasked with cleaning up some of the grisliest scenes; the ones that others would often pass on, believing they were too much even for them.

At some point along the way, Wesker met and fell in love with a woman-weasel named [REDACTED]; while the two didn't exactly hit it off at first, given Wesker's aloof personality and general stoicism, he was not able to suppress his kindness forever, and on subsequent meetings the two soon arranged a regular schedule on which to meet together. Wesker was generally silent about the line of work he was in, and while [REDACTED] was certainly appreciative of the money he seemed flagrantly willing to spend on her on their dates together she was insatiably curious and, predictably, eventually tricked him to admitting the truth. While angry, she was more worried than anything, and consistently tried to stop Wesker or persuade him to find a way out, although he saw none and admitted to her he was certainly sure he was in far too deep to ever find a way out.

After much deliberation he decided to give one of [REDACTED]'s plans a try, as following the birth of their three children he was keen to start acting the part of father and to be present in their lives as his parents were for him in the worst parts of his young life. What Wesker had previously thought, however, was indeed and unfortunately true; not long after he and [REDACTED] had a private wedding ceremony did his attempt to escape the city with her end in tragedy. The small family had only just made it to a lake outside the city when two fossa members of the leader's personal militia caught up with him, having caught wind of his escape, and their very presence indicated the severity of this slight; seeing no other choice and desperate to keep the most important part of him - his family - alive, he forced [REDACTED] and his children to flee, leaving them with a last promise that he'd "see them again one day". Buying them time to run, Wesker took on the two gang members who'd been sent after him and fought until his very last breath; after dealing a near-fatal blow to the fisher across his neck, the two fossas decided to add insult to literal injury by deciding to finish him off via drowning him instead, and it was in that lake that Wesker perished, the eventual fate of his family unbeknownst to him.

Wesker's promise would never come to fruition. He soon awoke to the droning sound of an engine, all the pain replaced with nothing but the remnants of a headache, and opening his eyes he found himself laying on the bed in the private, luxury sleeper cabin of a rustic, posh-looking train. He decided to take a look around, and familiarized himself with some of the train's workings and incoming residents, before eventually making his way to the station at Halfmoon Heights where, like the others on the trip with him, he was suddenly thrust into a world entirely unfamiliar to him and which would be his home for the foreseeable forever. He adapted remarkably well to the change of surroundings, his sense of wonder breaking through his learned stoicism, and his personality quickly shifted to adjust to his "fresh start", as it were, as he was adopted into the fold of Xander's large circle of friends.