A PRIVATE ALEXIA ASHFORD ROLEPLAY.
originally est oct 2014 ♛ rebooted nov. 2017 She had a secret kept from the king to rule the kingdom as her own The king knew not, his bride seemed good as gold.
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One of the things I really love visualising is the fact Alexia can, quite literally, bloom.
We see her mutation in the games as seemingly more arthropodaic, especially as she undergoes further V-ACT as result of damage in her fight, especially in the original CV, but her Darkside visual hammers home just how botanical the virus is thanks to it being the bridge. Her second form has her as a column to the throat of a flower, a dufour’s gland the arthropod addition to where the lip of the flower would be.
The colour of her sepal plates (both on her head, her right arm, and her left leg) are verdant, and somewhat greyed by the phosphorylated and deacetylated chitin coating on the outside, but beneath we see she has a carotenoid creating colour in the foliage.
She is distinctly red in those undersides.
Any botanical extensions of herself behave like inflorescence, and in particular can literally bud and bloom as part of her regenerative process should those extensions be damaged. Best visual real-world equivalent I can think of it cymbudium orchids: green and red mottled blooms from a very large stake, though in her case they’d “mature” until they reach a point of deep red thanks to her carotenoids.
tfw you have had a pretty awful (work) day but then get steamrolled with pure love in the form of writing from an amazing person i’m. so. inspired right now with the beauty and the dynamics of everything right now gods be good.
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i. it’s a late night in the lab, some echoing revenant, some architectural reminisce of arklay and the NEST – william supposed that no matter how staunchly they defied their roots and reconfigured the name of umbrella from some sore aggressor to rightfully theirs, they could not escape nostalgia and what comfort it brought with it’s long reaching fingers. lead sulfide dust embeds beneath william’s cuticles, dutifully scrubbed at the disposal sink. often, at this hour, the labs dwindle to a sparse presence–more than not, himself and alexia alone. it’s taken william three weeks to work up the courage to muster apology for past transgressions – he’s gone over it in his head countless times since then, rolled the words between his teeth, decided that he didn’t like them, and started over. no time feels truly right, and he’s unsure if it’ll even make a difference, or how she’ll feel, but he knows he has to say something. it has started to eat at him with proximity. he has to be honest with her. so when he spies an opening–alexia has stopped methodically sorting her notes, clutching a warm mug of something-or-other between her slender fingers–he approaches, slipping his fingers into the depth of his labcoat pockets. habitual. ‘ doctor ashford — alexia, i — i’m sorry, i hope i’m not bothering you. ‘ the light seated beside the computer monitor on her desk illuminates the hollows of her cheeks, making her look ghastly. beautiful, but terrifying. though her face remains relatively unchanged, a hint of a smile touches the corner of her mouth, more apparent in her narrowed eyes. not at all, she says, and william rolls his jaw muscles. he moves his weight into his toes, lifting his heels from the ground, then settling back into them. ‘ we’re working together, and i’m happy about that, you’re .. i feel it is easy to coapt our collective research. but i never—-i wanted to apologize, for the way i behaved when we were younger. i was scared, of .. having my position in umbrella stripped from me, or.. being useless, and i felt threatened by you. and that doesn’t make my .. terrible behavior any better, but i never disliked you. and i never wanted, to seem like i did, or create any .. animosity between us. still, i owe you this, it was wrong. you were a child, you didn’t deserve that. ‘ for a long, intimidating while, alexia is quiet. she sets her mug aside, folding her hands. william knows she isn’t like him, isn’t prone to impassioned displays, to such frustrated mania. she is still and calm and cold, and much like albert. very much like albert. it’s in the past, she says, her voice middling and neutral. there’s more alexia could say, but all of it falls flat. she moves to her feet with such smooth speed that william hardly notices–sitting, then standing, and within proximity of touch. alexia touches the side of his face with the very edge of her palm, dipping her head down to account for their height disparity, and politely presses a kiss to the side of william’s jaw, extricating smoothly after from his personal space. the gesture is intended as social grace, a badge of forgiveness, though the look on william’s face amuses alexia. he clears his throat. ‘ i had some work i was going to finish today, but.. i can, save it for the morning. do you .. want to get a drink with me? ‘
ii. the mediated chambers created in this renewed, reformed umbrella facility are meant to serve it’s heads, and cater to their viral impulses. golgotha prowls, moving on fours, slinking back and forth without purpose. behind layers of observational glass, alexia’s face reflects in the dim light. golgotha leaps, catching it’s massive claws in the purchase of structure created specifically to allow freedom of movement. it slings itself up the wall, gripping physical interjections. the sleek floor rattles when golgotha slings itself from it’s perch, smoothly landing on skidding paws. over the course of two hours, failed test subjects are filtered into the chamber, no longer of use, and golgotha destroys them all with ease, ripping and tearing and biting. only when no further subjects remain does alexia step into the chamber, unafraid of the behemoth (botanical and terrifying on her own, she spares theatrics in favor of studying a life form that was not hers). the beast’s tongue lolls out from betwixt it’s heavy jaws, swathing across flesh and bone to wipe away blood. as if in response to alexia’s presence, golgotha drops forward, the cavern of it’s teeth-lined chest just shy of touching the ground. it closes distance like a hunting cat, it’s face nearing her personage. she touches the area between it’s horns, sliding her thumb then over the base of the extension of keratin. she passes the side of it’s face, patting it’s skull-like cheek as it huffs a snorting breath. what a beautiful thing you are, she murmurs, treating the golgotha as if it were delicately fragile. it nudges it’s flat face into her, a display of affection that william struggles with. it is easier with the virus, a whirlwind of emotion and intense feeling. alexia sweeps her fingers in an open web, bracing it’s pale skull. she presses her lips into the span above the gaps of it’s nostrils, just between it’s eyes. she lingers, perhaps appreciatively, then strokes the top of it’s head. golgotha chatters in response. you’ve made yourself quite the beast, william. there is nothing in alexia’s tone to suggest disdain, or horror. the opposite, in fact. something like reverence.
iii. the third blow to the head interrupts william’s mutative process. his skull rattles, william’s human eyes rolling fatefully back into his head, consciousness punched free like a popping balloon. the short manifestation of teeth and a nesting of eyeballs have rescinded suddenly into his skin. alexia’s arm whips out to catch him, flowered and root-twisted, hard and gnarled as she snags his collar. carefully, she maneuvers him toward her, collecting his slight form with ease, sweeping his legs from beneath him. what happens next is something william would have been fascinated–and maybe a little horrified–to see. wet flame encompasses aggressors, burning flesh from meat and meat soundly from bone.. alexia steamrolls their opposition with ease, hardly lifting a finger. william awakes only in the aftermath, pain radiating through the site of impact, budding in his skull. he runs his hand perpendicular the curve of bone, fingers sliding through gold hair. alexia stands before him, blanketed in stony flesh and foliage, the varicose of her veins creating intricate patterns in her flesh. william’s free hand flattens behind him to support his weight. she offers her mutated hand, and doctor birkin eagerly accepts, sliding his fingers into the grooves of verdure, knees bowing and wavering as he maneuvers upward. it is something he will never get used to, transistory beauty, how very other they all were. (golgotha is hot and fiery and demanding, difficult for william to settle into the skin of, but it was him, part of him, and he couldn’t cut it out, now.) she stands above him, surpassing in height, the smooth herbaceous vegetation threading over his skin in a way that is a mimicry of human affection. ‘ —thank you. ‘ william utters, the rounds of his eyes held wide. in an act of inspired appreciation, he brings the breadth of her distorted hand to his face, ghosting his lips against the crest of her knuckles, to the bump of her ring finger. alexia seems satisfied with this gesticulation, though she gingerly pulls her hand free of him, degenerating into humanoid flesh. i do not need thanks, william. we are of the same standing. she touches his slender shoulder blade, pressing into the knob of bird-bone. alexia bows her head to breathe raspy at the shell of his ear, eliciting a startled jerk. i promise. she beds her nose beside his temple, imparting a feathery kiss to the bone of his cheek.
iv. william religiously follows the lanshiang event, biting the walls of his mouth, anticipatory. at first, alexia had gauged little reason for his overt studious involvement–it was an atrocity, of course, a blunder not unlike raccoon, or even rockfort. it was sick and deadly and terrible. it did not take her long to remember that william had been wed, and that his wife had borne a child, and that the girl was still alive. it was unlikely that the DSO would not involve themselves, and though william had been court ordered to retain a certain absence from sherry’s life, it did not stop him from carding through what material existed in computer systems and media to follow his daughter’s life, and safety. regenerative or no, he had doubted she would survive death to the extent that he could, her manifestation of G juvenile in comparison to how it’d developed in it’s master, cultivated into a mass hardly comprehensible. security footage at a testing facility in lanshiang infuriates and eases his fears, both. he spits his frustrations out through his teeth, arms twitching in spasms, golgotha seeking to bear it’s head to give william an easy center. months pass. sherry’s operations in the DSO come back to him in a confiscated report. she’s alive, and well, and safe. derek simmons is dead, and there is a world of freedom before her. william’s anxiety explodes in a series of trembling laughs, delight pouring from him with a planetary intensity. william engages alexia, foremost–she’d always seemed present for his dreadful anxieties, and is no less, tonight. he lays his hands on her shoulders as he speaks, his grip slight enough it would take no effort to wrench free, giving her a meager shake. ‘ she’s okay! oh my god. she’s fine. oh, thank christ! ‘ without warning, william meets alexia’s mouth, the gesture bred not of a desirious haze, but of an unadulterated sense of joy. unthinkingly, he kisses her, brow indenting a line into his face. the gesture is accompanied by an audible vocalization, then a string of eager breaths. alexia blinks at william with some dumbfoundedness, though easy regains her composure. her mouth wiggles in response when he retracts, unused to seeing such spectacular behavior from william birkin, who was often neurotically tired, or frustrated. it’s something she can remember dating back to their time in arklay. but it is a denial of feeling to pretend it doesn’t please her to see, now. it was less for him, and more for the state of mind. they were well and truly free of it all. william turns back to the confiscated sheets of laminated paper with no acknowledgement of his excited physicality, exhaling slowly in an effort to calm himself. ‘ you’ve .. been here with me for most of this, i realized. thank you, uh .. i talk a lot. ‘
v. they’re in celebration. G has come to it’s final fruition – no grotesque, uncontrolled mutations, no outcropping of meaty flesh and tumorous clusters, nothing unwanted. the rudimentary G within william cannot be supplanted by this superior form of the virus (or, what william feels is superior), and the original samples are kept air-sealed for posterity and any further research william might wish to conduct. the new breed of golgotha appears a massive success, and the call to celebration had been a mutual decision among the board of familiars and friends. william sups on his victory and thanks them for everything they’ve done for his wellbeing and his work – for providing a safe and conductive environment, for encouraging progress instead of holding it over him like a bone, for caring for him when he’d lost everything. there’s subdued claps, and william laughs, flushing a healthy shade of maroon. the champagne makes him loose. alexia volunteers to walk him outside for a breath of air–well needed herself–and he acquiesces, breathing in the cool, crisp air. it clears his head. they were standing above it all, william’s work completed in ways he’d thought would be robbed from him. alexia’s intellectual and patient mind is part of the reason for his success–this, he knows. words of appreciation fall short. ‘ i think we’re going to play canasta. you want to be my partner? we’ll surprise them. ‘ william offers very suddenly, something excited and anticipatory stirring in the pit of his stomach. alexia flashes her teeth in an untamed grin. i would love to, darling. william exhales a held breath, ducking his head away from her. he peers up through his lashes. ‘ you, um .. you’re .. ‘ amazing. otherworldly. dark and terrible and ugly, but they all were, and that was intoxicating in itself. alexia makes the executive decision to toe forward and seize william’s jaw between her thumb and index finger, tilting his head up with enough force to meet his eyes. she brings her head down to meet his mouth, supplanting soft spread of her lips to mesh with his. william tastes the fizz of imbibed champagne, and the thin gloss she’d applied at the start of her day,. he brings a hand to the side of her ribs, cupping the spread of bone and cloth and flesh with the flat of his palm. his fingers skate the xylophone hollows between, taken into her touch. alexia’s hand slides across william’s throat, then slips away, fingertips curling inward like dying insects. william idles where she releases him, the sensation of warm meeting of lips dissipating, replaced with the surging night air. his lashes sweep furiously across his cheeks, clearing his corneas of agitation. we’ve kept everyone waiting quite long enough, alexia hums, hm?
There were some things that higher intelligence and extreme advancement through university could not quash in a ten year-old girl. Heavy fatigue and boredom from being lorded around an estate, as if she were nothing but a trophy by one’s father, after a long flight and drive the day before did little to brighten her mood.
The Arklay Estate was one of the many homes of Lord Spencer and as such with her graduation, and successful employment as a senior chief researcher, he’d insisted Alexander take her to visit the manor and the team current leading the breakthrough with Progenitor.
Unsurprisingly (and, though she’d never admit it openly, thankfully) Spencer himself wasn’t there.
The laboratory was covertly nestled underground, their work unknown and unseen by the public much like her own back in Antarctica currently was, and the air had a cloying tackiness to it that spoke of the age of the facility. Drab concrete for walls. Rails that were once pristine now spotted with rust from the humidity of the climate along with the proximity of the concealment fountain. Some of the technicians she spied wandering down the stairs into the lower B1 area almost matched the concrete for their clear lack of sleep.
Her father explained that they’d be there for a while, needing to see the innovations for himself as well as inspect the facility. Alexia took the chance to explore on her own without leaving him chance to question her — after all, her staff pass allowed her access to all areas much like his.
“How morose,” she remarked quietly to herself as she descended into the belly of the beast, acutely aware of the looks she drew as she stepped into the main hall of B1 due to her age.
“It angered me to think that our own workers and researchers are filled with these mindless fools who only judge people by their family name and bloodline.”
“I could use those old staff members to further the progress of the research and to gain my success. Those old fools could die at any time, and would serve as perfect test subjects for the dangerous experiments.”
Albert Wesker said, fuck the aristocracy, and that’s not wild at all when you read his journal.
I’ve been saying this intermittently over the years, but those who perceive Wesker’s character as an aristocrat or part of the aristocracy are incorrect, proven by canon evidence – these are direct quotes from said journal: Wesker’s Report II. Both Wesker’s Report I, the original, and II contain evidence as to his emotions regarding Arklay, Spencer’s plans ( he repeatedly denotes bemusement regarding Spencer and Umbrella ) and furthermore, is displeased at the notion of outbreaks. This may not match up to how most perceive Wesker due to the intentional vagueness of his role in the classic games, but that’s where the canon research comes in and Capcom does one hell of a job hiding critically important information in files that are far too scattered in the games. or have to be accessed otherwise altogether.
The only aristocrat researcher part of the Arklay team was Alexia, given her blood being of the Ashford line, old European aristocracy with a storied history – that fact inflated her status as a researcher when first entering Arklay and had the other researchers immediately expecting incredible research results from a small child. Toxic pressure on her to live up to the reputation of her bloodline, as well as inciting William Birkin’s jealousy and his paranoia of potentially being replaced. His mental deterioration with Alexia’s arrival and with relation to G is, in the end, due to Umbrella’s tactics of making their most brilliant minds understand that in the end, they are still little more than replaceable tools when the next best thing may come along.
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IN DREAMS he was at war. A fierce battle for their ancestral home against a horde of phantasms. In dreams, he led his troops to battle with all the skill in which he believed himself to have. A veritable horde of ants died and fought at his command, and though the shapes that assaulted the Ashford’s home were driven, more would come in their place. Ever changing, ever assembling. It wasn’t until the commander’s back was pressed to the door that it opened, and the welcoming arms of his sister had pulled from combat.
It was with a sputtering, ragged cough that the Ashford Twin awoke. Eyes wide, face pallid, and bile ready to spill from his mouth. He ached still, though it was dull and itchy– the ache of healing wounds. Though, despite this, his mission was still the same.
“ Alexia! ” He had called out, hoarse, bolting upward and yanking the wires with him. Some hurt, others he didn’t feel. Alfred tries to stand, but his legs are unresponsive– but he sees her, and this inconvenience is lost to him. “ Alexia… You– we, this isn’t home… No, no, what has happened? Redfield, she’s still here! I’ve slept long enough, you must get me down from here so that I might– ” Alfred’s eyes roll back, unable to focus, and he is sick down the side of his slab, panting for air and water– his heartbeat erratic.
His form was that of the malnourished — as pallid and sunken in sleep as he was now jolted awake, a desperation in his mirrored eyes marred briefly by biology reminding him he was poorly. Alexia dared let her bare hand slide across his exposed back, against the pronounced ridges of his spine as it rattled with each heave of bile until he was exhausted.
The change in his vitals had seen the room swarm with those loyal to them, cleaning the effluence wordlessly and seeing to it that disturbed wires and probes were promptly refastened. She became acutely aware of how human he felt in comparison to her — the texture of her fingertips was positively cool and botanical, almost snagging against the paper-thin of his flesh, his skin clammy from illness as his body adjusted to living again in all capacity.
As the staff worked to settle him back into the bed, adjusting it so he could sit without effort, she smoothed his hair back neatly, long fingers tracing the edge of his brow down his cheeks — a somewhat more pronounced structure compared to her own but with all the elegance Veronica herself had bestowed.
“Shhh Alfred, it has been a while since your slumber,” her voice is melodic, a warmth oft only shared with one other person in her life. “We are no longer in danger — you saw to that.”
He did not need to know of her icy gaol; of their “Father” creating a weapon to use against her which Redfield had used to bring her reign to an end. A simple wave of her hand saw the staff scatter, an unspoken command to leave them be for the moment in peace they so seldom were afforded when they’d been younger.
A compilation of reports extensively detailing the application of, and V-ACT mutations/variations observed with the t-Veronica strain of retrovirus.
General works accessible with Level 4 security clearance:
Properties observed of Clay-ε variant T-VERONICA: Retrovirus Origins and Application
- Queen Ant Research Report
- Virus Research Report
- t-Veronica Report
Handling and Physiology of t-Veronica V-ACT Subjects
Notable works accessible with Administrative security clearance:
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A compilation of reports extensively detailing the application of, and V-ACT mutations/variations observed with the t-Veronica strain of retrovirus.
General works accessible with Level 4 security clearance:
Properties observed of Clay-ε variant T-VERONICA: Retrovirus Origins and Application
- Queen Ant Research Report
- Virus Research Report
- t-Veronica Report
Handling and Physiology of t-Veronica V-ACT Subjects
Notable works accessible with Administrative security clearance:
Subject V-00: “Nosferatu”
Subject V-01: “VERONICA”
Subject V-01 Supplemental: “Veronica Plant”
Subject V-02: “The Knight”
Subject V-03: “Hidalgo”
Subject V-04: “V-Complex”
Subject C-00: “The Husk”
Properties observed of Clay-ε variant T-VERONICA:
Retrovirus Origins and Application
"Queen Ant Research Report” - c. 1983
Ever since I discovered remnants of an ancient virus within the genes of a queen ant, I have decided to build an anthill and further my studies of ants.
The ecology of ants is quite ideal. For each anthill, a single queen ant dominates, with the soldier and worker ants acting as her slaves. They would give their lives to the queen ant. The death of a queen signifies the death of the entire anthill. If a queen is present there will always be ample supply of workers and soldiers. It is this exact suitable relation I have between myself and other foolish people.
I transplanted the queen ant gene into the Progenitor Virus discovered by Spencer and successfully developed an ideal virus. I attempted an experiment on my useless father, but as expected from other Progenitor experiments, the rapid changes at a cellular level due to the effects of the virus have destroyed not only his body but also his mind.
This mutation caused his body to generate a specialised toxic gas that the [Arklay] blue herb has no effect on. I made an antidote in the event an emergency occurs and it has been stored it the B2 Weapons and Medical Warehouse.
Due to how much potential the virus has, more than I’d imagined, I have named it “t-Veronica.” When I find a way to make the power of this virus my own, my great research will be complete. [1]
“Virus Research Report” - c. 1987
The more I study t-Veronica and its queen ant origins, the more amazement I have at its hidden potential. I have discovered how to control its power and have transplanted it within my own body.
To avoid the failure of my previous experiment with my father, it is necessary to suppress the activity of the virus at low temperature, to allow changes to the cells in moderation.
By my calculation, it will take approximately 15 years to harmonise with the virus so we may coexist. Meanwhile, the only one who protects me is a capsule and my (older) brother — a loyal but incompetent soldier ant. However, risks and sacrifices must be made in order to gain power.
At the time of my revival, I will be a Queen. My children will spread t-Veronica throughout the world, and all creatures of Earth will become my slaves.
The Earth will become a beautiful, perfect ecosystem like my anthills.
— Alexia Ashford [2]
“t-Veronica Report” - c. 2009, BSAA File
Much like the t-Virus, t-Veronica was created using the Progenitor Virus as a base raw material. The method of generating this variant involved queen ant and plant genes being incorporated into Progenitor.
The cells of organisms infected with t-Veronica are rapidly affected
Bodies of organisms infected with t-Veronica are not only eroded rapidly at a cellular level, but brain cells are damaged when extreme rejection occurs.
In comparison with the t-Virus which creates organisms via mutation, or the G-Virus which creates new life-forms, it is less dangerous, however in terms of deadliness toward humans all aforementioned viruses are equally dangerous.
※ WARNING — The following information is to be handled with care!
Unofficially recognised, symbiosis with t-Veronica has confirmed to be possible by allowing the body to adapt via delaying virus erosion and cryogenically preserving an infected individual. If successful, the infected person will gain incredible abilities. It is also said that an infected individual in this condition possesses a reproductive ability similar to a G-Creature, however this is unconfirmed and remains a matter of speculation at present.
Because of the possibility of the above information being misused, it hasn't been made public. Handling of this information is restricted solely to Level 5 or higher analysts belonging to the Intelligence Analysis Office, some permitted researchers belonging to the Technology Research Office and high-level BSAA personnel with Level 8 or higher information access privileges. If information is leaked without the permission of officials and necessary procedures, note that you will be subject to punishment. [3]
Handling and Physiology of t-Veronica V-ACT Subjects
Clay Virus Type Epsilon (TYRANT) Variant Veronica (T-VERONICA):
Regnum: Virus
Group VI: ssRNA(RT)
Ordo: Ortervirales
Familia: Retroviridae
Transmission: Blood contact, bodily fluids, embryonic implantation
Infectious Rate: 99.99%*
Fatality Rate: 84.57% — 98.89%
* Rate confirmed to be approximately 30.25-35.40% when in isolated cold environments.
Known harmonised subjects:
Alexia Ashford — Veronica genus
Overview:
t-Veronica was created from a base compound of Clay-β, retroviridae samples taken from Formicium mirabile and Formicium berryi, Clay-ε, and bridged with botanical cells from orchidaceae. Abscission in plants allow for better mutagenic enhancement traits than that of animalia-hirudinea. Harmonised subjects are able to ‘cast off’ damaged parts and regrow them without further V-ACT, opposed to Tyrant or Golgotha variants. Subjects infected with t-Veronica are officially classified as australis argentea-viridiflora, with subspecies being individually classified in the event of catastrophic mutation.
Staff permissions & handling:
Use of t-Veronica by staff not in cluster Level 4 is strictly prohibited. Work with t-Veronica is strictly prohibited in tropic and sub-tropic climates due to its fast V-ACT potential within plant matter when exposed to heat. Staff accessing t-Veronica or the Greenhouse unauthorised are subject to immediate termination of employment.
Australis argentea-viridiflora subjects, with sole exception of Veronica genus, must remain in the Antarctic Facility unless specialty arrangements for safe cold-storage of volatile plant-insect hybridisation are made. To minimise spread of t-Veronica subjects must remain in said arranged cold-storage. Limbs or other body pieces damaged or shed from Veronica or other derivatives of australis argentea-viridiflora must be handled with extreme caution to prevent auto-haemorrhage of any remnant haemolymph within the part.
Physiology:
Safe retrieval of blood in a controlled environment where there was less than 0.017 mL of liquid water per litre of air confirmed that the australis argentea-viridiflora have evolved to utilise a haemolymph in substitution for blood, and that the haemolymph contains a pyrophoric in addition to a high concentration of formic acid. Conclusively as result, key subject Veronica has an open circulatory system seen in arthropoda for fluid transfer to organs instead of cardiovascular, likely a result of the retrovirus that was extracted from Formicium mirabile and Formicium berryi fossils during the creation of t-Veronica being combined with Clay-β.
Upon threat, subject Veronica can exhibit the ability to auto-haemorrhage haemolymph from its right arm. Due to the pyrophoric, such discharge is highly dangerous, reacting with water molecules within litres of air to spontaneously combust. Being coated in the discharge even in a low-humid environment will still result in extreme burns to tissue from the formic acid content. Subject Veronica exhibits the ability to also resist the combustion thanks to phosphorylated and deacetylated chitin coatings across its skin: it cannot be set alight by its own combustion nor via other external sources, as the chitin is a natural self-extinguisher.
Like Clay-ε variant Golgotha subjects, Veronica is capable of replication via reproduction. The only research into this subject was the observation of new V-ACT in the Greenhouse project "Plant-45", which generated amniotic sacs containing embryos. Any embryonic material falls under the same jurisdiction as other australia argentea-viridiflora subjects with regards to safe handling of biohazardous materials.
Subject V-01 Supplemental: “Veronica Plant”, c. 2007
After numerous attempts to replicate the heightened sentience attained in Antarctica with the original Veronica Plant, I have finally had success.
Because of t-Veronica’s botanical bridge the virus adapts well within plants and allows them to far surpass their usual growth patterns, whilst also changing their chemical makeup through a mutation. Unlike animalia or mammalian tests, plants do not need to undergo an incubation period such as cryostasis to circumvent an uncontrollable V-ACT. At a cellular level, the virus bonds with the DNA allowing the plant to adapt within days and often double its chromosome count, and within two weeks the plant is able to communicate with other t-Veronica infected.
I was less meticulous in my methodology as a child. The particular genus of plant used to create the original Veronica Plant was not correctly recorded.
Though I thought to initially attempt this on orchids, a personal favourite and of the same family which became the cellular bridge for t-Veronica, it produced results less than desirable for the current project. All had a high intelligence and grew to sizes that dwarf that of the grammatophyllum speciosum, but they were unable to attain the symbiotic nature that which the original Veronica Plant afforded. All current species of orchidaceae-viridiflora resulting from these tests have been safely transplanted into the greenhouse, and the botanical team are finding unique properties within the oil of their root systems — of which they are able to safely harvest without damage to the plants due to the higher rate of abscission.
After doing further research on what may have been the basis for the original, I came across a paper detailing the variations in chromosomes of older plant species and was impressed with the moraceae family, of which contains 38 genera and over 1100 species. The common morus nigra itself has 308 chromosomes, and it has a history of being ‘invasive’ to most which speaks of its tenacity to endure harsh environments and adapt.
Testing began in early March. I ran a cultivar of seedling through to mature specimen and introduced t-Veronica through fertilisation. Of all specimens of the cultivar the seedling took to the virus the best, the others failing to adapt despite being more mature. By the start of early April it had developed its first cotyledon.
By mid-June the seedling had grown exponentially, developing a unique mutation of enormous purple-black pseudanthia budding from its elongated branches as it sprouted, and it began to communicate via t-Veronica to the orchids, and then myself.
They are beautiful, growing each and every day to the size their predecessor once held, and within a few more months I conclude they will surpass the previous size two-fold. The finalisation of the specialised greenhouse level in the antarctic base for her came at a most opportune moment.
My only dread is that once Albert finishes work on the new Umbrella building, planned for when the company goes live in the stock market outside of its paramilitary, that I will need to leave them here and such distance will not allow our harmonisation. At current my lead botanist is seeing if there is a way we can segment the Veronica Plant so that I may take a cutting to grow in my cultivar lab there, without damaging them and while maintaining the same symbiotic network.
- Alexia Ashford
Subject V-02: “The Knight”, c. 1998
Rockfort Identification: MFD2872
Subject Name: Steve Burnside
Subject shows suitable resilience to t-Veronica, outlasting subject V-00′s induction to V-ACT record without any sign of physical or mental degradation. Subject is noted to already have a strong genetic mutation due to his double-recessive pigmentation of auburn hair follicles and blue eyes, which may make harmonisation without need for cryostasis a potential variable.
Subject developed a minor gold heterochromia iridum mutation three hours after induction of t-Veronica around the subject’s outer iris. Vitals remain in optimal parameters, though blood pressure has increased from 122/82 to 159/102. The elevated reading is likely a result of heightened cortisol for the subject’s current situation. Temperature is still at 37.2°C.
Subject entered V-ACT when presented with its prey. Much like V-00, V-02 has tremendous strength, though it has malformed in mutation with asymmetrical limbs. Despite presenting its prey constrained in the Veronica plant, subject resisted its primordial urge and the influence of a higher-infected and instead attacked the plant.
It is with disappointment I must report that V-02 is also a failure despite high chances of harmonisation from his genetic markers.
Subject has been terminated.
- Alexia Ashford
Subject C-00: “The Husk”, c. 2014
The Chrysalid Virus is a failure made by a failure. The theory of combining the life work of myself and that of my colleague William Birkin’s has merit, a V-ACT process wherein Golgotha and Veronica could, if a subject were correctly harmonised, create a vastly superior species with the ability to self-replicate, self-repair, control its V-ACT mutagenic adaptation, and retain intelligence.
The failings of “C” lay in the hands of its own virologist: Carla Radames.
She sought to remove the impurities of Veronica by tampering with the base RNA, but her understanding of its structure bridge of orchidaceae was minimal, causing the virus to lose one of its greatest properties of abscission while enhancing the production of pyrophoric in haema. The increase of body temperature increases the likelihood of self-combustion, resulting in the chrysalid state most infected enter and often never adapt from.
Radames herself was a byproduct of chance, using “C” to alter her biology to appear of another ethnicity by injecting a chrysalid cocoon with the DNA of Ada Wong. After overdosing on “C”, her unique morphology caused a catastrophic V-ACT in the event of her mortal death, wherein Veronica was completely subdued by the more dominant Golgotha in the strain. The resulting biomass appeared to undergo a liquefaction to its mass, requiring the engorgement of other organic material to sustain itself.
Dare I say, it could have been a potentially dangerous biological weapon, if it were not confined as it had been. With the loss of other mass to sustain itself, in addition to significant damage from rapid thermodynamic environmental factors, the Husk was unable to undergo further V-ACT.
A fitting end.
- Alexia Ashford
This has been a labour of love. 2,426 words of it to be precise.
This is a resource compiled of translations of official files from the series and its extended canon in official books or websites, with my own headcanons and attempts to ground parts of t-Veronica’s V-ACT adaptations into a ‘real world’ setting to provide grounding.
Please ensure you source me if you wish to use particular facts for t-Veronica — especially from the translation of the original files as I have done them as accurately as possible without omissions of data for the sake of ‘lore control’ sites like Project Umbrella tend to do. Double especially if you want to take any botanical citations as I have done extensive personal research on varied cultivars to again root some real-world science into the often fantastical world of Biohazard.
Resources:
[1] Queen Ant Research Report (localised as Queen Ant Report) — BIOHAZARD CODE: Veronica, 2000
[2] Virus Research Report (localised as Virus Report) - BIOHAZARD CODE:Veronica, 2000
[3] t-Veronica Report (not localised) - BSAA Remote Desktop website, 2009
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