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Name: Ainsley Walker

Age: 19 

Birthday: 04/24/1997

Zodiac: Taurus

Pronouns: He/him

Gender: Male

Height: 5’3

Sexuality: Gay/MLM

Species: Human

Personality: Gullible, airheaded, easily trusting, friendly, empathetic, nervous 

Mental Disorder: Autism, OCD

disabilities: Uses a cane to walk, considering his leg on his left side is absolutely fucked

Likes: Ladybugs, cherries, strawberries, the color red, picnics, Kpop, Jpop, kawaii fashion, Magical girl animes, bunnies, plushies, anything cutesy really

Dislikes: Rain, alcohol, large groups. his freckles, his smile, talking on the phone

Backstory:

Ainsley Walker was your average-ish kid, straight As in school, great behavior…a bit autistic.

He was his parent’s perfect child. His parents were obsessed with perfection. One mess up, one toe out of line, one stray hair, and it was a punishment for Ainsley. He went through this his entire childhood til he went to college. At this point, he stayed in a dorm by himself, the first time he felt free.  

He was still, however, holding himself to a very high standard. He overworked himself continuously. However, he was forced to take a weekend to himself by a teacher that had been concerned for his well-being.

On one of these days, he decided to sit in a pub for a little bit, he had never been to one by himself before and he wanted to escape the rain. 

Here is where he met Strade for the first time. His meeting with him was actually a breath of fresh air for once, he drank for the first time and had the time of his life!

This..time was short-lived once he left the pub with Strade. 

Strade kidnapped him and brought him down to his famous basement for..playtime. 

Here is where Ainsley would get tortured for hours. The night after he was brought, he got out his restraints and found a knife. He was absolutely planning to kill Strade…until Strade scared the fuck out of him and he fell down the stairs. There, he broke his leg. Strade set it back and let him rest. 

After this night, Ainsley would get his arms drilled, hell, his broken leg even got drilled in the knee! From then on, he’d continuously surprise Strade, literally going as far as to asking Strade to cut off his fingers on his right hand as he did with his left during their steamy coitus on the table saw.

After these two nights..Ainsley would be brought in as a pet. 

He felt accepted, loved..and cared for, more than what was given to him in his own childhood. 

AYEEE U STAYED LONG ENOUGH TO SEE THE SURPRISE!!

I HAVE DRAWN AINSLEY IN THE YKMET STYLE