History

Born roughly seven months after his parents’ wedding, there was a bit of controversy surrounding his birth at first. Most of the issue came from his father’s side of the family, but eventually things were smoothed over and everyone was pleased enough with the outcome. Christopher would never learn of what a big deal his birth caused, and by the time he was two years old he already had another younger brother. Christopher and Jean both looked exactly like Juliette’s side of the family, which doesn’t exactly please anyone, but his parents ended up having a set of twin girls by the time he’s five so clearly things weren't too bad.

Christopher found himself extremely jealous of all of his younger siblings. They took his mother’s attention, especially the babies, and he would often steal toys from them and just generally bully them. Although he’d started school by this point, it wasn’t a boarding school yet, so he still came home every afternoon to basically be a terror. His father tried repeatedly to correct him, but that would always result in his parents ending up in a fight. Therefore, Christopher never got any sort of discipline. His bullying bled through to his peers as well. He was a big kid, and already much stronger than any of his classmates.

By the time Felix was born, though Chris still picked on his siblings some, he got most of that out of his system at school. He had already started running around with a group of boys who were almost as terrible as he was, but as his super strength continued to develop, he easily became the leader of the group. However, when Chris ended up cracking one of the boys’ sternums, everyone realized that something had to be done. His father started reprimanding him at home, which ended terribly. He lashed out violently against the man, and even had to be physically restrained at times, but eventually he learned that his father was still capable of controlling him. He ignored his mother for several months, but she was distracted with his siblings anyway. He assumed it didn’t hurt her, even though it did. More than he would ever know.

When he turned thirteen, he approached his mother about going to school in a different city. Although he expressed that he wanted to go to school in Dallas because it was the best school in the country, he more or less wanted to get out from under his father’s thumb. His father knew this, of course, but after a screaming match between his parents he found his tuition and board paid for. He talked extensively with Jean about how he couldn’t wait to get out of the house and do what he wanted. If his brother ever told his mother or even his father what he said, neither of them said anything to Christopher, and that fall he was on one of the trains to Dallas.

Christopher wasted no time with making friends at his new school, but they weren’t the right kind of friends. He felt rebellious and instantly befriended the people he knew his parents would never approve of. While he was too young to really be a “leader” in this group, he stayed in his place, and start experimenting with them. Be it sex, drugs, or arson, Chris always seemed down to do whatever they wanted. Although they weren’t going down the correct path, all of the boys were from highclass families, and they were never reprimanded legally even when they were caught. By the time his sixteenth birthday rolled around, Christopher was heavily addicted to several different kinds of drugs, but his favorite seemed to be cocaine.

His parents forced him to return home for every break, and by this point they both realized something needed to be done. His mother tried to convince him to go to rehab, but he refused to listen to her. His father gave him an ultimatum, but he simply laughed in the man’s face. However, when he returned to Dallas to find that all of his cards had been cancelled and he had no money in his account, he realized quickly that his father hadn’t been bluffing. Chris went into a bit of a rage at that and tore apart his dorm room before leaving campus. The next couple of years of his life were spent in such a way that he barely remembers them. He convinced his mother and Jean to give him money from time to time, though he refused to come home as long as “that man” was there.

The thing that would finally bring Chris to his senses would be rather jarring and violent, to say the least. He and his “friends” were at some man’s shop, and when they tried to steal something, the man tried to stop them. His friends started beating the man, and while Chris watched silently at first, before long he found himself pulling them off and yelling at them to stop. The man was in terrible shape by the time Chris intervened, however, and he had to call an ambulance for him. Chris was detained, though only for a night, before he was sent back home to San Diego.

When he returned home, Christopher was surprisingly meek. He didn’t speak to anyone for a couple of weeks, but when the drugs he’d managed to sneak back with him dwindled, he knew he didn’t want any more. He didn’t want to live how he’d been living, and though going to his mother about the issue would have been easier, he went to his father instead. He swallowed his pride, apologized, and asked the man for help. Although he didn’t get the response he would have liked, his father agreed, and he was promptly sent off to rehab. When he finally did return, he was clean, but he found his home different. Rose was older, Felix was gone more often than not, and the damage he’d done to his relationship with his other siblings was too hard for him to repair at that point in his life.

He felt out of place and got somewhat depressed. He returned to Dallas to graduate, but only stayed for that day before he went back to San Diego. His body was extremely weak, he found, and even though he still had super strength, everything just felt wrong to him. He was uninterested in everything and oddly numb. Self-destructive tendencies led him to start looking around in San Diego for places to get a fix, and when he became fully aware of what he was doing, he actually reached out to his cousin Armel. The two men had always been close. Armel suggested that they enlist in the marines, just for something to do, and also to get under their parents’ skin a bit. Chris agreed, but quickly fell behind his cousin. His body was in ruins after everything it had been through, but the two of them toughed it out together.

His dad ended up getting extremely sick right after he finished boot camp, though, so instead of pursuing any sort of career in the military he returned home. His father deteriorated more quickly than anyone was ready for, and Christopher has never quite felt that he was able to mend their relationship before the man passed. Everyone around him fell apart, even his mother, which wasn’t something he was used to seeing. Instead of seeking comfort from anyone, however, he drew into himself. He locked his bedroom door and more or less tried to disappear. During this time, he fell back into drugs to deal with his emotions. Even though he felt invisible, he wasn’t. His mother seemed to know almost immediately and called him out on it. She had never yelled at him before, and though he was a grown man at the time, he started crying almost instantly.

She helped him piece his life back together again. He enrolled in a local college and got a four year degree in forensic science, and the distraction and socialization helped him to learn how to integrate in society again. He felt rather ashamed of who he’d been in the past, however, and had a hard time making close connections as a result. He was able to find a job easily after he graduated with his family’s connections, though the job in question was in Dallas. While he didn’t technically need a job, he swallowed his fear of the city and moved. He lived in Dallas for about a year before he met Atticus.

Atticus was still in school, and working at one of the mortuaries. He found himself more or less instantly attracted to the younger man, for a variety of reasons, and Atticus seemed to share his feelings as far as that was concerned. Their relationship progressed to something physical rather quickly, but it would take much longer for it to get deeper than that. Although Chris felt naturally close to Atticus, in a way he never had toward anyone else, he was still fearful of opening up. However, it happened so gradually and naturally that Chris barely even felt it. Atticus became his boyfriend, his best friend, his everything, and Chris didn’t even realize it until it was too late.

He was twenty-nine when Atticus adopted Molly, or started the process of adopting her. He helped in any way that he could, although he was somewhat iffy about the whole thing. He didn’t doubt Atticus’s ability to care for the girl, he doubted his ability to do so. He had managed to fuck up everything else in his life, the last thing he wanted was to mess up a child. He tried to hang back a bit, but he quickly found himself endeared with the girl. And a year later, when Atticus graduated and proposed to him, Chris said ‘yes’ with no hesitation. He had plenty of time to agonize over the fact that Atticus deserved someone better later, but thankfully for both of them, Chris had always been somewhat selfish.

His mother seemed torn when he shared the news with her. She knew that Atticus was good for him and was perhaps the only reason he hadn’t relapsed, but Atticus wasn’t good for the family. In end, however, his mother adored Atticus and Molly and gave her blessing with no real objections. Chris and Atticus got married about two years later, and his wedding day was one filled with bliss, really. It was everything he’d ever wanted, even if everyone in attendance just about shit their pants when they realized he was becoming ‘Christopher Lewis’. The thought that he would give up the name that gave him so much prestige and power was unheard of, but Chris didn’t care.

Several years into the marriage, Christopher’s sister Caroline would commit suicide. The entire family was somewhat shocked. She hadn’t seemed depressed, and her husband insisted that she had acted completely normal at home. However, the fact of the matter was that she was dead and her husband was left with twin boys. The man tried for a couple of months, but eventually expressed that he simply couldn’t do it anymore. Juliette approached Chris about him and Atticus adopting them, and after a quick talk with his husband, he agreed. The adoption process went smoothly, and soon enough he and Atticus were integrating them into the family.

It was barely a year ago that Chris found the most recent addition to their family. It wasn’t very often that he was called to the outskirts for a case, but the murder had been so gruesome that the city government had to at least make it look like they were doing something. The woman had a son who was barely two, and no other family. Something about him simply pulled on Chris’s heartstrings, and he was able to pull a couple of different strings to take the boy home with him that night. The boy stayed with him and Atticus from then on out, but they had to wait for the case to close before they officially adopted him.