Lewis

This is Lewis! hes an unfinished oc with an unfinished backstory.

He's an undead snail - immortal, and aimlessly wandering, spending eternity herding lost souls.

He used to live in an old, large library, where he worked on nightwatch duty... and also spent most of his time in. Being afflicted by a congenital condition that made him extremely sensitive to direct sunlight and temperature changes, he was forced to stay indoors during the day while only briefly venturing outside at dusk, or on rare other occasions.
Most of his knowledge of the outside world came from the pages of every book he could get his hands on; with such vast amounts of alone time and an ever-growing passion for reading, he avidly went through countless books, large and small, from brand new to yellowed and brittle, about every possible topic he could try and wrap his head around. 

Over time, he grew more and more bitter - about all he was denied, about all others took for granted while he could only dream of doing; he yearned for so much more than the lonely, monotone life he was given. Interactions with other people only brought frustration, only finding relief in the company of familiar books and the smell of old pages.

He started snooping through the wrong kind of book pages- very old ones, full of words and images he didn't quite understand yet made his insides grow tight with an inexplicable sense of unease... and curiosity. Some part of him knew it wasn't wise to keep reading, nor...somehow, safe? Yet it called to him; among warnings and disturbing paragraphs about the unknown, were promises of everything he'd ever wished for, and more.
Through... questionable means, maybe, but it was worth it, wasn't it?

As it turns out, meddling with occult stuff isn't the wisest decision- it didn't end well for him.