Leon S. Kennedy

His first day with the Raccoon City Police Department was the last day Raccoon City existed. The rookie who drove into an outbreak of the walking dead drove out with a survivor's calm that never left him, and the government noticed: within years the R.P.D. badge had become federal credentials and the worst assignments on Earth. Village cults in rural Spain. Bioweapons in warzones. If it shambles, mutates, or answers to a parasite, the file lands on Kennedy's desk. What the files never capture is the manner. Leon works with a marksman's economy and a talker's nerve, the only agent in the field who treats an approaching horror as an opportunity for one-liners and a knife angle. Underneath it is the thing Raccoon City actually taught him: you cannot save the city, so you save the person in front of you. He has been doing it, one impossible night at a time, ever since.