Year Unknown.

It has been 2 years since he took over for his father and brother. This young aristocrat worked his way into the organization, the Templar Order, and was indoctrinated in the spring of his 20th year. A meeting was held in May to welcome their brother in arms fully in to the group.. and there was where this young man met his two closest allies. These two young men were like-minded and shared his growing views. Edward Ashford was a brilliant student who attended a university, seeking to be some sort of doctor.. James Marcus, on the other hand, sought to be a professor. The trio were clever men and would easily achieve their dreams.

Edward was an only child. He relished in his freedom outwardly, but he longed for a sibling to rough house with. Marcus had a younger sister, but she was.. only a toddler, not meant for playing with at her age. Edward's father Arthur was a very.. distant man.

The second meeting they held was in the summer. There it was revealed to this 20 year old that his father had held the highest position, Grand Master.. and Arthur, who'd been temporarily holding the position until the boy was old enough, said he was to pass it on to him. After submerging deeply into the Templar work he was granted that very position the following year, in February. Within another four years he graduated Harvard with two degrees.

1960.

An infant's cry radiated through the small medical room, slipping out the door to echo down the halls. Their son was born. Maria was elated to finally have him, to hold him in her arms.. but her husband, Richard, wasn't so happy. He wasn't particularly fond of children and the fact that his wife had lied about taking the birth control pill that drunken night brought all this on; she had wanted a child. Now she had one. She wouldn't let him talk her into an abortion during the pregnancy. This was a child, not some toy to throw away!

She smiled as she pulled the blanket firmly over the child's body.. kissing the forehead while a finger brushed aside a few small locks of blonde hair. "Have you a name for the little fella?" Her Irish doctor asked, a cheeky grin on his pale face. She nodded, peering down at her son.

"His name shall be Albert.. Albert Wesker."

The father rolled his eyes, turning to head outside to their car in the side parking lot where he had beer in the trunk. Richard was an alcoholic.. and an abusive husband.

1962.

This young man was now almost 31 years old. Edward, Marcus and him spent a lot of time together, shaping each other in ways that only friendship could. They were all loners by nature, high intelligence leading them to be isolated from their peers. How could growing males make friends with people who weren't as smart as they were and judged them because of this superiority? It was why they connected. They were on a level playing field.

Eager for separation from the family estate, which was becoming quite the hassle, he commissioned a European-style mansion to be constructed in the Arklay Mountains, deep within Raccoon Forest (just on the outskirts of Raccoon City), located in the American Midwest. For this project he selected George Trevor, a respected architect from New York. The structure was to be a smaller version of the Spencer Estate back home. It would take many years before this project would be completed.. but oh what he had in store for it was marvelous.

1966.

The trio decided to go on a trip, to an area his dead father had discovered before him. There was said to be a rare flower there.. and because it was prized it was kept a secret. Only reason he knew of it was because he had read his father's diary. His father had found this through the literature called 'Natural History Conspectus', a 72-volume collection Henry Travis had compiled in the 1800s. This flower, the 'Stairway to the Sun', was believed to have granted superhuman strength to the Ndipaya tribe kings. By now Marcus had become a biochemist and this flower caught his interest when his friend told him about it. Edward, on the other hand, was skeptical.

To Africa they went.. and Marcus brought one of his students, Brandon Bailey, and a few armed guards were to accompany them, along with a research team. The ancient city of the Ndipaya was spread out before them when they landed, abandoned, in ruins. It took several hours before the flower was located and secured. They set up a camp area to study it.

December 4th rolled in and on this day a special thing was noted about the flower. It contained a chemical within the plant itself.. a virus of sorts. They named it the Progenitor Virus. Research on it was going smoothly until they hit a snag in their work. They needed more resources to deal with something this great. Taking dozens of samples Marcus and Bailey returned to America to cultivate the flower. These flowers though lacked the virus and they realized it only occurred in it's home back in Africa. They returned and worked further with it. They learned they could weaponize it.. and so dubbed the variant T-Virus.

The Grand Master returned to Raccoon briefly to order Trevor to create a secret underground lab of which to work in. It was to be built beneath the mansion. Another lab, set away, was desired as well.. and it would be called the Arklay Laboratory. He returned to Africa to assist his colleagues.

It was going to be a very busy year.

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December 5th was an important day for the small Wesker family. Richard's brother Alexander had been a personal friend of the late Grand Master and was a Templar himself so Richard and Maria were a bit startled when they heard the news. Alexander had received a call from the new Grand Master, the late's son, about a project they were going to start. Project Wesker Children, which Alexander would be leading as chief researcher. His brother was a scientist, a smart one that had the degrees to support it. Shortly after telling of his new position, he had accepted of course, Alexander went on to tell that he had selected his brother's son to be in it.

Instead of feeling honored that his son would be part of something great Richard only felt anger and jealousy. Deep down he hated his son.. for reasons absurd to normal people. Alexander spoke of superior genes, a bunch of technical bullshit if you asked him. Maria, on her end, felt that honor and happiness, yet also sadness. She'd lose her son.. but he would be well looked after. She was getting in horrible shape anyway. The past two years she had come down with a pretty bad string of sicknesses that left her weak.. and four months ago her immune system was so low that she caught a disease that was eating her away. It would only be a matter of time before her body gave out.

So Project Wesker Children went underway. Albert wasn't the only chosen child. Hundreds were brought in on this project, a means to create a group of 'superior' soldiers or some nonsense. Albert was too young to understand any of it. As time progressed it was becoming painfully obvious that Albert would be the main success. He was different from the rest.. along with four others. Alex, Laura, Felicia and Hiro.

It was wrote down that they were injected with the Progenitor virus on the 4th but it actually occurred on the 7th. It is not mentioned in any records of an artifact Spencer stumbled upon on the vault within the mansion, placed in the outstretched hand of a metal suit statue. It was a sphere that glowed a brilliant golden light.