Alex Jane O'Connor O'Brien
Chapter 1
Life is something that is given to us all, the moment we are brought into the world from out mothers womb, we automatically have life. We don't ask for it, but its given to us none the less. From that moment, you have the choice of what you want to make of your life, not at first mind, but eventually. Whether you are the child who dotes on their mothers every word, or the little rebel who does nothing they are told to and misbehaves constantly. But once every few years or so, there is one person born who has to take great responsibility at a very young age. Alex O'Connor was one such child, born to a loving family with a dark past, the weight of the world was thrust onto her shoulders. It didn't start out like this though. No...Alex had an interesting child hood, and the story of how she was concieved and born is an interesting one, well, I'm just writing it and I find it interesting. Whether you do or don't is upto you. The story begins well before the S.T.A.R.S. UWD conflict, but oddly enough some of the people who know Alex today will be surprised to find that their parents and grandparents had something to do with it also.
Celeste O'Connor stood in the laboratory in Umbrella Inc, her dark hair flowing delicately over her shoulders as she watched the cells slowly form. Through her glasses she glanced between the petri-dish and the notepad that was resting comfortably and professionaly on her arm. A pen in her well manicured hand wrote down quickly what was occuring, numbers and formations that only she understood decorated the paper on the notepad. She enjoyed her work, one thing she could say was that she had landed on her feet in Umbrella. The cell continued to grow and finally stopped, Celeste sighed, yet another failed attempt of this experiment. Her coat was angel white, some would call her later the Angel of Death, and for good reason. Her marriage to her husband michael was more like an arrangement than a marriage. Her work came first no matter what happened and she made sure her darling husband understood this. As she discarded the used petri- dish into the hazerdous waste can she scrubbed the notes she had taken, for the past month or so she had been working on trying to get the cells to re- grow as quickly as they had grown. But it was proving difficult, she had refused the hassle of assistants to help her, she preferred to work alone, the arrangement had worked better for her. However, there was someone in Umbrella who had other ideas. Celeste knew this and had fought to be able to continue working on her own, but the person in question was friendly with the right people. Today she knew was her final day of working alone, little did she know that it was the last day she would ever have what she thought was a "normal" life. Celeste had grown up with order and structure, her mother was a successful lawyer and her father was a Doctor for Umbrella. Both her parents were dead now, however they had taught her that order in life creates stability and security. Her only regret was that her parents were now dead, sometimes she wished she could talk with her mother, her mother always knew the right thing to do. The late Jane Maxwell was wise and set in her ways, Celeste admired that in her mother, she had not connected best with her father, William Maxwell was former military who studied as a Doctor when he left the military. One of the best in his field, William had left Celestes raising upto his wife, only ever stepping in when someone or something got out of hand and threatened his daughter.
Celeste wished that her own husband Michael could have been more like her father, more set in his ways. Michael was a police officer "Not exactly the best of careers" that was the first thing that Jane had said to Celeste when they announced their engagement. Celeste had married Michael with the view that she should be seen to be married, children had never came into the discussion however Celeste knew that it would have to happen one day. It was her mothers dying wish that Celeste bore a child. Her respect for her mother was too much for her to not have a child, she knew that soon she and Michael would have to concieve a child. But that could wait, there were far more pressing matters to be dealt with, like trying to get the cells to grow once damaged.
Chapter 1
Life is something that is given to us all, the moment we are brought into the world from out mothers womb, we automatically have life. We don't ask for it, but its given to us none the less. From that moment, you have the choice of what you want to make of your life, not at first mind, but eventually. Whether you are the child who dotes on their mothers every word, or the little rebel who does nothing they are told to and misbehaves constantly. But once every few years or so, there is one person born who has to take great responsibility at a very young age. Alex O'Connor was one such child, born to a loving family with a dark past, the weight of the world was thrust onto her shoulders. It didn't start out like this though. No...Alex had an interesting child hood, and the story of how she was concieved and born is an interesting one, well, I'm just writing it and I find it interesting. Whether you do or don't is upto you. The story begins well before the S.T.A.R.S. UWD conflict, but oddly enough some of the people who know Alex today will be surprised to find that their parents and grandparents had something to do with it also.
Celeste O'Connor stood in the laboratory in Umbrella Inc, her dark hair flowing delicately over her shoulders as she watched the cells slowly form. Through her glasses she glanced between the petri-dish and the notepad that was resting comfortably and professionaly on her arm. A pen in her well manicured hand wrote down quickly what was occuring, numbers and formations that only she understood decorated the paper on the notepad. She enjoyed her work, one thing she could say was that she had landed on her feet in Umbrella. The cell continued to grow and finally stopped, Celeste sighed, yet another failed attempt of this experiment. Her coat was angel white, some would call her later the Angel of Death, and for good reason. Her marriage to her husband michael was more like an arrangement than a marriage. Her work came first no matter what happened and she made sure her darling husband understood this. As she discarded the used petri- dish into the hazerdous waste can she scrubbed the notes she had taken, for the past month or so she had been working on trying to get the cells to re- grow as quickly as they had grown. But it was proving difficult, she had refused the hassle of assistants to help her, she preferred to work alone, the arrangement had worked better for her. However, there was someone in Umbrella who had other ideas. Celeste knew this and had fought to be able to continue working on her own, but the person in question was friendly with the right people. Today she knew was her final day of working alone, little did she know that it was the last day she would ever have what she thought was a "normal" life. Celeste had grown up with order and structure, her mother was a successful lawyer and her father was a Doctor for Umbrella. Both her parents were dead now, however they had taught her that order in life creates stability and security. Her only regret was that her parents were now dead, sometimes she wished she could talk with her mother, her mother always knew the right thing to do. The late Jane Maxwell was wise and set in her ways, Celeste admired that in her mother, she had not connected best with her father, William Maxwell was former military who studied as a Doctor when he left the military. One of the best in his field, William had left Celestes raising upto his wife, only ever stepping in when someone or something got out of hand and threatened his daughter.
Celeste wished that her own husband Michael could have been more like her father, more set in his ways. Michael was a police officer "Not exactly the best of careers" that was the first thing that Jane had said to Celeste when they announced their engagement. Celeste had married Michael with the view that she should be seen to be married, children had never came into the discussion however Celeste knew that it would have to happen one day. It was her mothers dying wish that Celeste bore a child. Her respect for her mother was too much for her to not have a child, she knew that soon she and Michael would have to concieve a child. But that could wait, there were far more pressing matters to be dealt with, like trying to get the cells to grow once damaged.