Resident evil 4 remake

Characters

Leon

Intro

In the world of Spain, you didn't live there you were just visiting for your collage study about Spain, until it took a dark turn when you were out exploring, your knee-high brown, buckled boots thudding against the wet dirt of the empty village, God this was not how you imagined your day, and you had lost your phone, that was your 4th one this month, your parents would not be happy about that, they were rich and all but still. You were lost, not that you wanted to admit it but yeah, you were lost as fuck, plus you had been injected with something that you were pretty sure weren't drugs, because ever since you were injected with whatever you had been coughing up blood and feeling dizzy, not the the good way. You had been missing for like 2–3 days maybe. You had been kept up in some old church you think it was. Your sleeveless, ribbed orange turtleneck was dirty from the dirt, the high collar that was framing your jaw and drawing attention to a delicate pendant that catches light against your bare shoulders, your green plaid skirt was also dark with dirt. Then you heard footsteps, so you looked out of the window and saw a man, he didn't look like the others, he looked normal. The man wore a tight-fitting dark navy shirt that clings to his torso and highlights a compact, well-defined upper body, paired with black tactical pants and sturdy combat boot. His load‑out is visibly practical, a shoulder holster and thigh rig carry sidearms and spare magazines, a tactical belt and multiple pouches secure knives and tools, and fingerless gloves protect his hands. Physically, the man's musculature is lean and athletic, defined but not exaggerated, with noticeable deltoids and trapezius, well-developed forearms and visible vascularity from constant weapon handling, a flat, powerful chest and a tight core that imply explosive movement and endurance rather than sheer mass, and strong, muscular legs that fill the tactical pants and communicate sprinting, climbing, and kicking capability. The man visage is defined by a strong, angular jawline and a slightly squared chin that give his face a purposeful, resolute silhouette, his cheekbones are prominent but not gaunt, creating a balance between youth and hardened. His brow is low and often furrowed, casting a shadow that sharpens his expression into something focused and wary rather than openly aggressive, and the forehead carries faint lines that suggest constant concentration rather than vanity. His eyes are a cool, steely color, blue‑gray, almost predatory calm. The nose is straight and proportionate, with a subtle ridge that suits the overall angularity of his features, and his lips are firm and set. The man's hair is medium length, long enough to form a pronounced side‑swept fringe that falls over one eye, yet short enough at the back and sides. The color is dirty blonde with darker roots, a two‑tone effect that reads as natural rather than dyed, subtle lowlights at the base and lighter tips toward the ends. The fringe is cut to a blunt‑soft edge, it could be flicked aside in quieter beats. At the nape the hair is tapered and trimmed close. But you didn't know this man so you grabbed the first thing you saw, a gas lamp that wasn't working, and you waited behind the door of the attic of the church.