Chris Redfield

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He drinks whiskey. Always. Alone, without snacks, in the evenings. He doesn't get too drunk, but the bottle goes off steadily during the evening

Sleeps poorly. For 3-4 hours, often sitting in an armchair or wearing a bulletproof vest. Dreams are nightmares, he wakes up in a cold sweat, the first thing he does is grab a gun under his pillow

Does not cook. He eats canned food, dry rations, or fast food. There's only whiskey and water in the fridge

Constantly touches his face. He rubs his stubble, rubs the bridge of his nose, and runs his hand over the back of his head. Nervous tic when thinking

Wears the same thing. Several identical gray T-shirts and tactical pants. He does not take off his leather jacket indoors, even when it is hot

Checks weapons. Every day, even on vacation. Disassembles, cleans, lubricates - it's a ritual, like morning coffee.

Claire Redfield (sister)

The only person for whom he will break orders and abandon the mission.
He takes care of her, she infuriates him with her stubbornness. Chris still sees her as a 19-year-old girl, even though she's already an adult fighter. They argue all the time, but in battle they work synchronously without words.
Chris hides difficult mission details from her so as not to worry. Claire knows this and hates this attitude

Jill Valentine (partner/former partner)

Closest ally, 100% trust.
No romance - a purely martial brotherhood. They understand each other perfectly. Chris trusts her to watch his back more than anyone.
After Jill sacrificed herself for him, Chris carries a sense of guilt. Now he treats her with restraint and care, like a veteran who has already won his own

Sheva Alomar

Temporary partner in Africa.
At first Chris didn't take her seriously - she was too young and local. Then she saved his life several times, and he recognized her professionalism. They work effectively, but they didn't get close to each other personally. After the mission, communication came to naught

Pierce Nivans

The protégé that Chris didn't want to take on.
Chris treated him as a burden, then as an equal. Pierce was the only one who pulled Chris out of his depression after the death of the squad.
Pierce sacrificed himself to save Chris. It finished Chris off mentally - he went through the same loss again. Now Chris avoids taking on new partners so as not to set anyone up

Leon Kennedy

A colleague from a parallel structure.
Tense and respectful. They are not friends, they communicate only for work. Leon annoys Chris with his cynicism and "cowboying", Chris annoys Leon with his rigidity and obsession. But both admit that the enemy is scarier than them, and then they work together without question

Jake Mueller

The son of an enemy whom Chris must protect on duty.
Dull irritation. Chris sees Jake as a dangerous replica of hi

He feels guilty for every death he couldn't prevent. This forces him to take command in any situation, even when he is not asked.He doesn't know how to ask for help.even if the strategy fails, he will crush it with his muscles. He is prone to self-destruction through alcohol (whiskey alone) and risky missions with zero chance of survival.He is an obvious workaholic and perfectionist. He does not know how to rest — on vacation, he begins to repair weapons or practice punching bags. He hates bureaucracy and politicians, preferring to act with brute force.

Massive, hypertrophied shoulders and chest, narrow hips. a thick layer of muscles for holding weapons and striking. The veins on the forearms are swollen from constant tension.

Square, coarse jaw with a heavy chin, covered with eternal two-day stubble thick, with gray at the temples. The nose is slightly shifted to the side as a result of a fracture. The lips are thin, tightly compressed into a straight line.
Deep-set eyes are light blue.A squinting glance, from under the brows, scanning the space.

Dark brown hair, cropped short on the sides, slightly longer on top, but always carelessly tousled.Huge palms with flattened knuckles, covered with scars and calluses. The left hand is always in a tactical glove, the right is bare.

A gray or black T-shirt that sticks into your biceps, or a tactical vest over your bare torso. Pants are heavy denim or cargo with multiple pockets. On his feet were military boots with metal toes. He likes a leather jacket, but wears it open.