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❛ TYLER POSEY ❜ ― AMBROSE J. HERNANDEZ, the TWENTY-FIVE year old LEATHER & LACE STAFFER has worked on the island since JUNE 2017. HE is said to be GAY, and tends to be CAREFREE & UNPRETENTIOUS, but also DISTANT & BLITHE. They have shown a love for PUBLIC PLAY & ORAL, but absolutely hate VOYEURISM/CUCKHOLDRY & BONDAGE. [JULES, 18, PST, HE/HIM]

Annemarie Hernandez Luna met Ambrose Duffy on vacation, when she was 32 years old. A single, liberated, professional woman, she travelled alone often, and liked having flings abroad — of all of them, Ambrose was one of her favourites. They met in a pub, and he charmed her easily, good-looking and charismatic, with a soft-spoken, melodic voice. Annemarie was in Cork for a week, and they spent most of that week in her hotel room, having sex with lots of breaks to talk and learn about each other in-between. It wasn’t any fairytale romance, and they were never in love, but they did form a deep bond, and kept up contact even after Annemarie headed home to the States.

Annemarie wouldn’t realize she’d fallen pregnant for another three months after returning home. She was consistent about using birth control, insistent about condoms, and hadn’t ever imagined having kids. Still, she considered where she was in life — stable, with a solid career that she could certainly take some time off of, and realized that this child could be a really good thing for her. She emailed Ambrose with the news after it was confirmed to her. She hadn’t expected him to propose marriage or come running to Seattle, but she certainly wasn’t expecting the reply she received.

Ambrose was married. Happily so, with two kids. He’d never told Annemarie this, but it hadn’t ever really come up — they didn’t ask each other questions like that. Talking about sex and God and the universe meant that the conversation didn’t really enter the wife-and-kids territory. He explained that, during their time together, his wife had been away in Australia with the kids, visiting family. Annemarie wasn’t heartbroken — no, at most, she was a little pissed off. It made this whole thing more inconvenient, if Ambrose ever wanted to be a part of their child’s life, but she had expected to raise the baby alone.

Back in Ireland, Ambrose told his wife about the affair and the child that it was set to produce. While it was a dent in their relationship, it didn’t cause them to split, and the three of them decided together that while Annemarie would be the primary caregiver, the child would know his father and his half-siblings and stepmother as well, and he’d be included in the family.

AJ was born on December 21, as Rosemary Jimena Hernandez — known as Rosie, after his father. From the start, he was an agreeable, affectionate and imaginative child, if not a bit clingy. Annemarie took to motherhood easily, and they developed an unbreakable bond. Her mantra was always “love first” — love and empathy for their family and for others always had to be the first thing they’d consider, and it was what grounded them. Rosie had been raised with an open, pragmatic understanding of his origins and his parents’ relationship. There were no secrets between them.

Rosie’s schoolyear was spent in Seattle, in hippie-ish private schools, where his voracious appetite for knowledge was encouraged and his creativity flourished. He loved reading and writing, nose always in a book, and when it wasn’t, he was off telling stories, creating elaborate worlds with his friends. He was a popular child, but he had no real attachments to his peers — if they weren’t willing to play his games, he had no qualms with playing by himself. That would become a theme throughout his life, styling himself as a bit of a loner, doing what he wanted whilst bucking the social norms and expectations his peers seemed to conform to.

As much as Rosie loved school, the best memories of his childhood were his summers spent in Ireland with his dad. His father and his family moved from urban Cork to a more rural area of southern Ireland, on a big hobby farm, postcard-picturesque. Rosie started visiting every summer when he was four years old. He loved feeding the chickens and chasing the goats, and admired his older brother deeply, following him everywhere. Colin was his hero, everything he wanted to be, and when his brother indulged him, he was rarely happier.

He spent most of those summers trailing Colin (and Colin’s best friend, their neighbour, Finnbar) through forests, across streams and into lakes. As Rosie got older, the relationship became closer, when they realized he could contribute to their games and adventures, bright and enthusiastic as he was. Finnbar took a liking to him as well, and when he came over to play, if Colin wasn’t around, he’d take Rosie out exploring too.

As Rosie and the boys got older, though, their relationship changed — Finn spent more and more time around him, and while Rosie developed a crush too, it turned awkward, because he wasn’t sure how to handle the affections of the older boy, or why his stares made him feel so... out of sorts. He no longer wanted to go swimming in the lake with them, and stayed home reading much more often, feeling inextricably strangled by circumstance. It didn’t help that their growing closeness made Colin terribly jealous, and he started purposefully excluding Rosie from their outings.

His last summer in Ireland was when he was twelve. His stepmother, Catherine, had some suspicions about him — in the kindest way possible. She had many, many gay and lesbian friends from her youth in Sydney, and saw signs that maybe Rosie was a little different. She took him to Dublin on a day-trip one day, visiting Oscar Wilde’s house, and touring around some areas she knew had gay bookstores and clubs. At one of the bookstores, Rosie picked up a zine — it had the word “BOI” on the front, and a shaky illustration of an androgynous person with a half-shirt that flattened their chest. The shopkeeper gave it to him free of charge.

He read the booklet on the plane ride home, finding it filled with information about ‘FTMs’, a type of girl who wanted to be boys. It wasn’t a sudden snapping into place so much as a gradual realization that only came together on that twelve-hour plane ride. It wasn’t just that he was a tomboy. He was a boy. He didn’t like when Finn looked at him like that, not because he didn’t like-like Finn, but because he didn’t want him to look at him as a girl.

When he arrived home, he told his mother tearfully, not so much afraid of stigma as he was uncertain about the unknown — for as much as the zine had told him, he still didn’t know how he was supposed to be a boy. Annemarie welcomed her son with open arms, though, and immediately got to work. He switched schools, started talking to doctors about hormone blockers, and, with his mother’s help, changed his name: Ambrose Jadiel Hernandez. His mother still called him Rosie affectionately, but it wasn’t a girl name to him — it was his name, and could be short for Ambrose anyways. He introduced himself as AJ outside of his home, and quickly became a whole new person.

High school came and went with AJ growing more quiet and reserved. He stopped spending his summers in Ireland, still writing letters to his stepmother, who loved him dearly and treated him as her own son, but stopped most communication with his father and siblings. Colin had revealed himself to be a transphobic arsehole, he was never very close with Niamh anyways, and his relationship with his namesake was just more distant after he came out.

As much as he loved the west coast, he applied to go to school at Oberlin, wanting a change of pace and some new scenery. He went into Political Science, minoring in Latin American studies and SDS/Feminist studies, with an emphasis on Latin American revolutionaries. Academically, AJ really came into his own. In the classroom, he was intelligent, impassioned, articulate and engaged. Profs loved him, classmates admired him, and academically, he felt fulfilled. Socially, he floundered. He had closed himself off as the years had gone by, and thought that he could sustain himself entirely on his company alone. He couldn’t. In his senior year, AJ fell into a deep depression, tumbling down the slipper slope he was already sliding on. He turned to drugs to numb himself out — first it was weed, which had been a constant since high school, but casual use turned to a coping mechanism. Then, he started drinking. He had never really been a drinker, never liked alcohol much, but it was the easiest way he knew to break out of his shell.

Most of the time, he was a hermit — his “friends” weren’t really friends, never called him during the day, never texted him. He stayed home, skipped classes, nursed his hangover until he could think again, and went back out so the whole process, gruelling and wonderful, could start all over. Eventually, he finished his degree, a once-scholarship student barely making passing grades to graduate.

After that, he went home. AJ had no real prospects, no jobs lined up, no future plans. He dragged himself around his mother’s house, filled out grad school applications halfway, and browsed the internet, mostly. He was no stranger to the world of kink, porn and the like — of course, he’d gotten his fair share of dick in college, and his mother had always been very open when it came to the birds and the bees. Grindr had been a mainstay, but boredom drew him deeper into the world of sex and sexuality online.

It started with ordering some sex toys off Amazon. He’d never had a need for them before, pleasure generally being accessible whenever he wanted it. At this point, though, a good lay wasn’t always in ready supply, and he needed an alternative. AJ discovered he found sex toys... really, really fun. Of course that was the point, but it was so much more than pleasure — he soon developed a passion for toys, and became active in forums online, posting reviews on Reddit.

Reviews turned to pictures and videos, which soon grew to more — student loan payments were looming, and his mother wouldn’t support him forever, and it started to make sense to demo the toys he loved on an exclusive Snapchat or on live camshows. He skyrocketed in popularity before long, gaining sponsorships from different sex shops, trying out different lubes in real, unscripted encounters, outlining the pros and cons of the latest dildos in low, sensual moans, railing himself against his bedroom wall, and trying on lingerie, wearing panties and boxers for several days before re-selling it online to fans for a hefty profit.

Eventually, he was contacted by Leather & Lace to promote their content online. He agreed happily, already having raved about the line’s consistent quality in several other reviews. It was a hit. Still, AJ was growing... bored with his work. He missed the kind of human connection that he couldn’t get from stimulated intimacy across a webcam. When he mentioned this to his contact at Leather & Lace, they told him about Sin Island, and opened an invitation to work at their retail location there. The concept of the island intrigued him, and without a second thought, he accepted the offer.

Since his arrival on the island, AJ’s found himself promoted to manager. At Leather & Lace, he’s the smiling face, ready to greet any guests looking for ways to expand their fun. With his encyclopedic knowledge on lube, condoms and toys, as well as a passion for quality-made lingerie, he’s the perfect guide for new adventurers or long-time players. He wants little more than to help someone find the four square inches of silk and lace that make them feel sexy and desirable, or the toy that changes the way they think about pleasure — and though he tries to keep it on the DL, he’s been known to do live demos to help people see if what he’s helped them find is what they’re looking for.

Outside of work, AJ is sweet, carefree and personable — a complete 180 from who he was as a teenager and college student. It’s easier now that he’s left the baggage of who he was at home in Seattle, with the Emerald Isle as far away as ever. Still, this change in personality, adopting his cam-persona as his real-life identity, has left him a little... inauthentic, so to speak. Others certainly get the sense that the AJ they know is hardly the whole picture of who he is, and that, despite his sunny personality, he’s holding a lot back. He can’t disagree, but hey — people like him better this way, he seems a lot happier this way, he might as well keep it going. Shallow connections are better than none, right?

#about.#sin:intro #this is ... ridiculous and i am so sorry #i was gonna add a playlist too but this is too much ... this is much too much

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