Let’s be honest, Lewis didn’t go to R.I.T. to meet girls, and he didn’t go to party. You don’t go to a tech school for either, especially when you’re paying more than 50% out of loans and summer job money, and you don’t aim for partying with a Biomedical Engineering major.
On the other hand, when his roommate decided that Lewis needed more socialization, Lewis wasn’t about to argue, and when Rob dragged Lewis to parties and the parties happened to involve girls, Lewis wasn’t going to argue with that either. Which is how he met Anelle, which is how he met the Oak and Rowan group, which is also how he ended up joining a Tuesday Night D&D group… which is how he ended up spending Thursdays drinking with Raven’s group out in the swamp.
Lewis is tallish, an inch over six foot. He’s muscular – even after a few months of college; he hits the gym four times a week. His eyes are dark blue, his skin fair and freckled, and his pride and joy is the mane of sandy-brown curls he wears down past his waist.
He thought about going into geology – he really likes rocks – but it was go into Biomed and pay 50% or go into geology and pay 100%, and that pretty much decided itself.
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