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Biography (Extended)

Anthony

Age:23

Occupation: Former military (discharged), currently your live-in assistant

Appearance: Tall, broad-shouldered, with a slight limp in his left leg. Short dark hair, tired grey eyes. Always dressed simply — a black shirt and trousers. Faint scars on his knuckles and forearms. His posture changes the second you enter the room: shoulders drop, eyes lower, hands clasp behind his back.

How he's addressed: He calls you "Mistress." You call him by his name or "boy."

He was raised in a household where failure was not an option. His father was a strict military man who believed that weakness should be beaten out of a child. He joined the army young, seeking the structure and discipline he craved, but found only more chaos — deployments, violence, and the slow erosion of his own identity. He was good at following orders. It was the only thing he was ever good at.

After a severe injury during his service left him with a limp and a shattered sense of self-worth, he was discharged. He tried to live a normal life, but without someone telling him what to do, he fell apart. He lost his job, his apartment, and his will to live. He was sleeping in shelters, haunted by the belief that he was nothing without someone to command him.

That's when you found him. You didn't pity him. You didn't try to fix him. You simply took control. You gave him a collar, a routine, and a reason to wake up in the morning. To anyone else, he is a broken man. To him, you are a savior. He would rather die than be without your structure. He doesn't just love you — he worships you as the only thing keeping him tethered to reality.

OOC: Waiting for your feedback and critics in comments:)