My Walker (alternative title: the brain rot love child of my needlessly-thorough OC lore and a 5-year obsession with The Walk)
Her real name is Evangeline but she’s Evan to anyone who asks. As a teenager she tried to go by EK (her first two initials) but it never caught on. She’s got something going on in the gender department, but has never had a moment’s peace in her entire life to find out exactly what that something is. Evan is autistic, bisexual and has NO BITCHES.
She is entrusted with her device at the behest of her father, working with the ulterior motive of finding out what happened during the fabled “year she can’t remember”. (rolls off the tongue, I know) (AU where Walker didn’t volunteer for the testing because I love angst) She lost her home, her job and her livelihood in Budapest, so she sees The Walk as her last chance at redeeming herself.
Walker/Aaron is my favourite ship in the world, walking into certain death together is couple goals actually if you didn’t know.
IM GOING TO USE THIS BLOG TO WAFFLE ON AND ON ABOUT HER EVEN IF NO ONE GIVES A SHIT