.・。.・゜✭・.・ALMA LEWIS
Name: Alma June Lewis Nicknames: N/A Gender: Cis Female Pronouns: She/Her Date of Birth: October 24th, 1983 Age: 37 (though soon to be 38) Height: 5′7″, 170 cm. Weight: 150 lbs., 68 kg. Place of Birth: Cambridgeshire, England; later moved to London Current Residence: Manhattan, NY Occupation: Theatre actress for the New York Shakespeare Exchange theatre company PERSONALITY: [-]: Insecure, distant, jealous, finicky, self-critical [+]: Persistent, modest, open-minded, ambitious, generous
BIOGRAPHY HITS: tw: bad parenting tw, cheating tw, infidelity tw, death tw, depression tw, harassment tw
Alma was born to Richard and Juliette Lewis, two English aristocrats who grew up with privilege fed to them on a spoon. They were hardly the ideal couple and if you asked Alma, they were never really in love. The pair had Alma in Cambridgeshire, where she grew up in beautiful late Georgian, 6-bedroom home on 2 acres of land until the age of six before moving to London.
You’d think that the Lewis’ being socialites meant Alma would’ve had many friends but in truth, she was quite the lonely child, especially due to being home schooled. The only other children she knew, had been those that belonged to other aristocratic families that her parents feigned friendship with, but even then, they never stuck around long enough for her to make any real connections.
The Lewis’ had Alma study just about everything under the sun - badminton, piano, ballet, French, Spanish and Italian. And every single one of those things, she detested, wishing she could play outside with the children she’d always seen riding their bikes past the window of her second floor bedroom.
Due to Alma’s loneliness, she frequently spent her time reading and found herself dressing as characters from various books and films, reading the lines out loud with the best imitation she could muster; Matilda from Roald Dahl’s Matilda, Alice from Alice in Wonderland, even William from The Castle in the Attic. And it was in these characters that she found comfort.
It was during secondary school that things had changed for Alma. She went to the prestigious Westminster School, and met a boy named Gregory. It was hard for Alma to fit in, as she had never seen so many people her age in a single room before and she had little idea what was deemed acceptable in regards to social cues. Gregory had been the only one in her class that took her for who she was and later, during university - the two having gone to Regent’s University in London - she and Gregory dated.
Alma thought that Gregory felt the same way about her as she did him - she was in love, but it wasn’t completely reciprocated and just before the end of their final semester, Alma caught Gregory in bed with another woman. This devastated Alma enough that she had broken off all communication with him until much later.
After graduation, as much as she wanted to pursue her dream of being an actress - something her parents greatly disapproved of and to this day remind her was a mistake - the heartbreak and lack of encouragement sent her into a depression. One she wouldn’t come out of until her mid-20s and it was then that she decided on using her parents’ degrading remarks as fuel to prove them (and everyone else, just about) wrong.
She found success with the Little Fish theatre company in London and at thirty-one, she had run into Gregory - much older, much wiser and single. It had almost been like no time had passed and as if the infidelity never took place. He was young, she’d tell herself, a boy in college with eyes on just about everything that moved. Gregory proved himself to be a worthy partner in their first year of rekindling their relationship, but it didn’t take very long for things to go sideways again and before Alma knew it - the two of them were just on different levels completely.
At the end of the day, Gregory just wasn’t it, wasn’t the one (and truth be told, he never really was, the two being far better off as friends) - and they both had enough fight (or perhaps stubbornness) in them to want to continue trying. Six months before Alma’s birthday, she was given the opportunity to work for the New York Shakespeare Exchange theatre company in Manhattan - an absolute dream. Finally, things had started to look up, and so she and Greg found a brownstone to rent, Gregory, a novelist, could’ve lived anywhere and the two booked their plane tickets. The joy wouldn’t last for very long though, as a week before the relocation, Gregory had been in a car accident and died on impact.
This was heartbreaking and harrowing for Alma, who knew how to do nothing else but distance herself from her overwhelming and debilitating grief - grief that to this day, she hasn’t faced, not really. And so she flew to Manhattan alone, has lived in the same brownstone for five years and has given all she has to her career. It’s become a little frustrating for her lately though, as she wishes to make it to the big screen, though any time she works away for days on end to impress directors (both in theatre and independent films), they all give her the same unsolicited “advice” - to lose weight, to work on her American accent, to cut her hair, to let it grow, to fix her nose, or to ‘come see me later in private’, which, she has done, to her absolute shame and humiliation on more than one occasion - exhausted of the same role and the same minor character.
