"Va te faire foutre, BISHAP!" Lewis gémissait à la menace imposante de 6 pieds qui s'est brisée en s'arrachant le cœur. "Fuck." le garçon meurtri soupirait, frottant le sang de ses genoux et de son front tout en détruisant les manches blanches de sa chemise. Certes, il avait l'air pire que ce qu'il faisait, alors il l'a brossé et s'est levé du trottoir, puis il a examiné les dommages à sa moto qui a pris la chute beaucoup plus difficile que son propriétaire. "Mon Dieu, putain de merde." Il pleurnichait, voyant les engrenages tout gâchés et les roues avant pliés ridiculement. Quel genre d'enfoiré pompeux fait ce genre de merde un samedi matin? Le même genre que celui qui vous appelle à rencontrer SAMEDI MORNING pour vous payer pour faire le travail scolaire même si c'est un projet collaboratif parce qu'ils ont plus d'argent qu'ils n'ont de gentillesse, c'est qui. On supposerait que ce genre de choses s'arrête au lycée, mais non... certaines personnes ne peuvent pas grandir. "Qu'est-ce qui se passe?" Il exhala alors qu'il commençait à ramasser les cartouches de peinture et à les remettre dans le panier du vélo, ce qui n'avait étonnamment que les bords dentelés. Il a investi dedans, il devrait probablement investir dans de meilleures roues aussi, mais ce n'est pas comme s'il avait assez d'argent pour le faire. Heureusement qu'il n'a pas de correspondance le week-end.
Son téléphone a bourdonné. C'était Doris qui demandait un peu d'aide, de l'aide bien payée. Et n'importe quel salaire vaut mieux que pas de salaire pour Lewis. Les salopes doivent gagner, c'est un monde difficile ici.
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Sureee, soyez là dans un peu préparez la liste. J'ai aussi besoin d'un désinfectant et de pansements. xoxo 
Sentant la goutte de sang dans ses genoux, il essuya instinctivement le filet avec son autre manche. Bien sûr, le jour où il a porté des shorts, il tombe et se gratte le cul. Typique chance. Il est parti de la frustration, le chat noir qui suit derrière lui comme une petite ombre déplacée qui se braque la queue.

Le petit chaton s'est évanoui du côté du complexe alors qu'il arriva aux Jardins d'Eden, foyer des brisés et des brisés. Les roues courbées de son précieux vélo ont commencé à rouler. Apparemment, ce n'était pas juste plié. Néant. Il a récupéré la roue de fuite et a abandonné sur la moto, pour l'instant, et la laisser reposer sur le mur. "Je suis presque sûr que quelqu'un va arranger ça." Il le souhaitait. Emprunté dans sa bulle non triée, il lui a fallu un certain temps pour réaliser le bruit du matin du complexe; quelques cris haut placés? Chanter? Des lamentations? Dieu que je ne peux pas dire, il y avait un beau canular jumelé avec une guitare se noyant par tout le reste comme une voix perdue. Les arcs-en-ciel se formaient dans ses yeux. On l'a appelé l'Eden Jungle désolé, Gardens, après tout, donc il y a ça. Il a pris la cartouche de peinture et est parti sur son chemin joyeux, avec un petit détour à l'esprit.
Il découvrit bientôt l'origine du beau chant de la guitare pour ne pas être autre que le Prince de la Jungle... Jardin, Alex. Sa voix était de plus en plus jaune, ça faisait presque mal d'écouter. Il savait qu'il ferait une histoire de contusions pour qu'il marche en espérant qu'il n'ait pas remarqué. Son petit détour l'a ensuite emmené à l'unité de Clarence, par accident vous oubliez. Eh bien, incident. Quoi? Comme si je ne méritais pas de bonbons pour ma petite chute. Et comme un bonus supplémentaire, un autre homme-candy avec quelques bons pains était trainer avec lui. "C'est le truc." Il s'est évanoui, marchant lentement et rapidement parce que les bleus et ces deux papas vont lui faire un père dont il n'a pas besoin parce qu'il est un jeune homme indépendant qui n'a pas besoin de baby-sitting. Et finalement, il a atteint sa destination : la tanière de la harpe.
"Hey Doortits" il a frappé, mais sa voix enroulée ne peut pas surcharger la vidéo d'entraînement et elle était trop concentrée sur "pousser votre poitrine, genoux écartés, maintenant se balancer de haut en bas, haut et bas!". Merde, c'est du kama sutra?!?!  Lewis a ouvert la porte avec sa clé de rechange, il est littéralement le garçon de Doris. "Hey DOORTITS, je sais que c'est un moment privilégié, mais je suis là pour la liste!" Il a crié, plus résilient cette fois. Elle a finalement remarqué et tourné, ses yeux sauvages s'ouvrent et sur le feu. "Damn mami, tu ressembles à un tigah pour sauter." Il a sifflé.
"The world conspires against me and yet here I am, here we are." - Lewis Houtman
The Basics
Lewis Houtman
Lewis Wyatt Houtman
Age
22
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Homosexual
Job
College Student: Major: Advertising, Minor: Literature
Part time: Delivery boy for LoVee in the evening and the city's post office in the morning, secretly works as a cam boy to get extra moolah
  
"I pride myself in speaking impeccable bullshit and I smell the same brand of vile in your very words. So, piss off now."

Digging Deep
In-Depth Appearance
Lewis has dirty blonde hair that almost seems brown and he either keeps it in a side part, hides it under a beanie or doesn't bother at all. His beautiful blues rest above bags, obscured by his worn face and damaged by fading scars and bruises, same can be said about his fair complexion. Lewis is thin, lanky and almost frail but he makes do with it and can exert enough physical effort when he has to, all those fist fights and beat ups back in high school improved his threshold for pain after all. Standing at 5'7 ft, he has developed an insecure complex about his height but has found that he is more than willing to hide it with a firm and proud posture. He wears down most of the time and goes for comfort: flannels, shirts, raglans, hoodies, the farthest he has gone for dressing up are collared shirts and that's about it.
Habits and Quirks
Squints eyes when thinking
Is an eye-roller
Assigns sounds and smell to colors(Synesthesia)
Snacks on red fruits(tomatoes, apples, strawberries), keeps a lunch box full of them in his knapsack.

Likes
Video Games: RPGs and Fighters, never shooters, ever.
Dark Literature
Movies

Dislikes
Bright tints of Orange
Feeling small, literally and figuratively
Noise/Loud people/crowded places
Fire
The smell of smoke

Biggest Fear
Lewis grew up in a very caring domestic environment back in Amsterdam, his mother and father were very much in love and they had more than enough wealth to get by. Everything changed for him one night when their house got caught in a wildfire, leaving his childhood into rubble and having his dad's life taken away. He could never forget the shades of orange that engulfed everything that he knew. Now, traumatized by this; Lewis can not stand seeing bright shades of orange, the smoke that hung in the air, and the feeling of helplessness that remind him of that night.
Personality
Due to happenings that followed after moving into America, Lewis had a hard time in his pubescent years. He's grown jaded despite his young age and has lost trust in most people, the few friends he keep can hardly even get through the tough walls he put up. He is the kind of person you would go to if you want to get things done but you can never count on him to comfort you in dark times, because he's stuck in his own head. That being said, he isn't unaware of the people around him, he just doesn't bother. He says what's on his mind and doesn't care about the repercussions. That's Lewis, literally just does not give a fuck. He's been worn and to him, the world is a sinking ship that no one can jump out of. But he wants to find purpose, he believes there's a reason people exist and why the world is as it is, he strongly values the very few things he has come to love. Lewis will go with whatever benefits him the most and believes that the end justifies the means. He has a warped sense of adventure that sometimes seem a little destructive.



"Everyone's dying, just at different speeds so get up your ass and keep on keeping on, there's no use moping around."

Origins
Background
Lewis grew up in a comfortable house at the outskirts of Amsterdam, the lovechild of elopers: a dutch architect and an american playwright. He was a very sweet and energetic child, he loved his parents, he felt that he had all the love he could get in the world and everything was going smoothly until he lost his dad from a wildfire one night, he was closer to him than he was to his mom His father's death was a tragic accident, one that his mom took so hard she went into the darkest places in her head; she went into a very deep depression, enough that they had to go back to America for her to be taken care of by her parents. The transition from this migration gave Lewis a hard time, being a teenager and having to deal with a sick mother along with the pressure of gaining the affection of his disapproving grandparents took more from him than he could have anticipated. Before he knew it though, his emotions got the better of him and he started "rebelling"( as his grandparents put it): taking up fists against bullies that provoked him, skipping classes just to get away from everything, and putting up walls just to not have to deal with another problem. Against all this, he had no one, not even his own mother and he felt like he wasn't even given a choice. He died inside, he had to for he needed to set aside his emotions just to get by. This continued for years, till he finally graduated high school and everything felt better. Through the course, his grandparents died and to him it was pressure off his shoulder as morbid and bitter as it sounded. His mom became more stable, able to stand on her own, taking a career change as a social worker. But the two of them have grown apart and somehow, he knew there was no going back to how they were and he despised that. It was the biggest wall, he has erected and he doesn't have the heart to knock it down and she had issues of her own.
Their wealth slowly got spent through the years, with her mom's job not exactly paying much, Lewis had to fend for himself, taking odd jobs to earn his own to spend. Two years into university and Lewis finally decided to move out, his mom has met a new man and got married, the very thought takes him back to his dark places and he couldn't exactly do anything about it. Despite working his ass off, he still needed more money, it was not enough to get by and so he discovered cam shows. And now here he is, a new resident of Eden Gardens with all the baggage he carries and the weights that bring him down.
Relationship Information
Relationship Status:Single
Partner:
Father: Alfred Houtman / Very close, died when he was 12, still grieving his death
Mother: Elizabeth Wickman / Estranged, he feels like she had abandoned him
Siblings: none, is an only child
Pet/s: Has a stray cat that follows him around, nicknamed him "Shadow"
Other:
Step-Father: Robert Wickman / Avoids, Is actually a good man but Lewis just can not take him in.

Lewis is baffled at this guy's kindness, like honestly he's too much and god damn the man is tall as fuck, also gorgeous. It's like he was made by tweens inside a boy candy factory or something. Lewis doesn't mind him most of the time until he comes closer and closer and their height difference gets more apparent by then he'd be moving a few feet off just to not have to look up. Lewis still doesn't know much about him personally and is a bit freaked at his whole twin thing with Abby even thinks that the two need more space away from each other. He respects what the twins did with the Clarke scandal though, it was pretty tight. "His voice is pastel yellow, bright but still soft."

On most days, Lewis can not stand her presence. She's like if Monday was a person or something like OH MY GOD, she says too much, you know the things that come out of this girl's mouth?! I can't even. He respects how hard-working she is though and even admires her garden work, at least she has that going, 'nuff said. "She sounds like Soil brown, earthy, she does have her thing with plants afterall."

She's pretty alright but talks a lot, A LOT and Lewis can't handle her energy. It's like listening to her can just get so draining, you know?! He thinks she's too cheery and positive that his dark dreary vibe gets all rattled up so he tries his best to stay away. "Her pitch is a bright yellow, sometimes it goes up to an orange tint... it's a little bit too much."

This guy will break soon because of how kind he is. Lewis is concerned, almost afraid of how Jack acts in general and somehow often finds himself having to reject his help. He is also curious as to what goes on in Jack's head, like seriously he apparently likes breaking things down just to fix them back up... it's bothering. " Found Copper and rusty shades in his voice."

The kind of mystery that Lewis would go around chasing. What is he even? Does he even talk? Here is one fuck to give. Lewis hasn't had the chance to hear his voice, "maybe he's a thing of black? dark red? pure fucking white???!!? WHO KNOWS??!!" Lewis is itching to understand Kimberly and is also intimidated by him.

Pretty darn cool, like ice cold cool even. Lewis thinks Quinn can be scary and often finds himself at awe over her presence, she has a solid attitude and it's pretty darn stern at least on the surface and he thinks that's quite something to be. "Her voice is definitely steel, can probably cut."

This lady is fucking wild and Lewis likes her a lot. Have you seen those eyes? Just perf. If there's anyone Lewis would want to befriend, it would be Doris, something about her just screams out an adventure that he would be glad to thread on... if he could just let loose a little bit more, which he just can't find himself doing at the moment but maybe someday. "Heard her as Purple, my favorite color."

The roomie, Lewis thinks Max is the perfect temp of fun and actually enjoys his presence. He's a big dork and is pretty great, Lewis could not have asked for a better roommate. He hates to admit it but he's developed a small crush on the guy but he's too straight for anything. Besides that, no issues at all... well, Lewis' occasional height complex aside. "I like hearing that Sky Blue, like a perfect day to take a stroll."

He's like a pug, or idk some dog or something... Lewis isn't exactly fond of dogs however. But he hasn't exactly had enough time with the man so he hasn't exactly given him much thought. He seems nice though. " Maybe a bright shade of pink? or something sparkly..."

Oh man, this old dude is a whole 'nother species of his own. It's like he's a greek statue that came to life and hot damn he is quite a fine piece of art. Lewis is just completely stunned by Clarence that whenever he sees him he finds himself helplessly staring. He seems pretty cool too, generally and genuinely, like the chill kind of cool. What a dad. " A refreshing hue of Mint."

Lewis thinks Rucks is just alright. He seems to get along with everybody else although he can get pretty weird with his whole artsy thing. But yeah, he's just aight, just fine. Lewis hasn't exactly formed much of an opinion of the guy due to a lack of interaction. And he's an artsy type, you can never read the artsy type. " Hell, rainbows maybe."

With Lewis' frequent visits to the library to get books mostly for leisure and a bit for schoolwork, he's grown quite used to Vanessa's brooding granny-like presence although he's found her mostly awkward. Their first meeting was awkward to say the least because it was another one of Lewis' off days when he just could not stop his potty-mouth and apparently Vanessa is a saint,(and Lewis borrowed some Oscar Wildes and Edgar Allan Poes) what's the word for when someone gives you that look... stank-eye? was it? Anyway, Lewis thinks she's nice and Lewis feels weird about kindness so there's that. "She sounds like mustard, like the yellow tint in mustard... kinda murky but also bright."

Fletcher is one of the many people Lewis hasn't had most of an interaction since he's new to the complex and he thinks that the tall, weird and handsome dude is like super intimidating but is probably nice enough. He seems interesting though AND pretty, and Lewis' shallow, think-don't-tell interest for towering, well-aged men is just at peak for Fletcher. "Midnight Blue, like there's that hint of dark in there, get me?"

Theme Song

Extra
Lewis' Spirit Animal: The Crow