Lester Lokwoul
|Nickname(s)|
Lessie|| Called this by friends and those who refer to him affectionately; Introduces himself as this.
Les|| General way of referring to him; It is rare for people to call him by his real name.
|Age|
19
|Gender|
Male
|Sexuality|
Homosexual
|Species|
Human
|Occupation|
Works at the local bookstore
|Mate|
-Single-
(TBA)
5' 7''
|Weight|
142 lbs.
|Hair Color|
Dark brown
|Eye Color|
Cobalt blue
|Appearance|
Lester is definitely among the shorter males of Cherry Blossom, though really only by an inch in regards to some of his peers. It always seems to be a fact that is very noticeable even when around guys that are about his height. He seems smaller in general and the way he holds himself probably attributes to the fact. If asked about it, he'd probably just nervously laugh it off and not answer, or just surmise that his height is perfect for him, which is true. His skin tone is on the lighter side of the spectrum, as most of his days are spent in the confines of the old local bookstore, caring for the tomes and reading under false light, or spending any time outside in some semblance of shade.
Lessie isn't a very active person, and it shows in his body. He has little muscle to speak of and would certainly run out of breath if he had to run long distances. But he makes up for the lack of physical aptitude with boyish charm and decidedly attractive face. His dark hair is somewhat shaggy, but it's definitely wellkempt despite it. It reaches down to the nape of his neck, with choppy bangs that suit him well, while still allowing some forehead to show. Despite lacking in the strength department, Lessie definitely isn't flabby in any way, shape, or form. He's a fairly skinny individual to begin with, but when wearing tighter shirts, it's easy to note the careful outline of his body.
Intelligent but somewhat shy cobalt blue eyes gaze about the world in curiosity, always looking around for a good book to read or spot to lay down.
His attire consists mainly of jeans and a different assortment of shirts in various styles. When it's colder out, it is incredibly rare to find him in anything but long sleeves. He simply loves sweaters and long-sleeved shirts and hoodies. Depending on the weather, he usually wears a leather jacket with sweater cuffs or a light coat and scarf. He also tends to dress up a little more classy, with button downs, slacks, and suit jackets. He can usually be found in white tennis shoes or sturdy black boots. When reading anything, you'll always see him wearing slim, round black reading glasses.
He has a small scar on his left forearm.
Rainy days to stay inside and read on || Hot tea || Books || Reading || His reading glasses || Little cakes || Spoons || Body heat || Acceptance || Sweater weather || Nice spring afternoons || The rare, occasional smoke || Connecting with someone on a meaningful level || Quietness || Kind people || People who take the initiative
|Dislikes|
Really hot days || Glaring sunlight || His reading glasses (it's a love-hate relationship; he's self-conscious about them sometimes) || Bitter things || Being alone outside when it's really dark out || Being a cause of discomfort || Being in the middle of a fight || Paper cuts || Dense fog || Sudden, loud noises/being startled
|Hobbies|
Reading || Taking care of old books
|Fears|
Being a social outcast || Being utterly alone || Having a repeat of his past || Uncontrolled or large fires || War and Casualties || Being lost
|Strengths|
Intelligent || Understanding || Empathetic || Accepting || Knowledgeable
|Weaknesses|
Lester is a sucker for books- it's probably the easiest way to get close to him || Having too high of defenses || Being too uncertain about a lot of things, but especially when it comes to strangers or new relationships || Unathletic || Just a human || Acceptance- he can easily be taken advantage of
âČQuiet, Kind, Oddball, Hesitant, Shyâ±
"What's the point in living life, if you can't live life with understanding, forgiveness, and connection?"
Lester is a sweetheart and completely unobtrusive as a person. He doesn't want any trouble, and as such, tends to avoid toxic people as much as possible, though not without giving them a solid chance first. He's definitely reserved, and those who just see him as another face in the crowd won't find him worth their time at all, but that's just because they haven't bothered to know him. The few friends that he has are practically his closest possessions, other than his books of course. He's much more easygoing around people he knows, and happily contributes to conversations. Otherwise he's quiet and tends to just mind his own business. It's in his blood to be gentle and kind when faced with tougher situations and with strangers- being nonabrasive means he won't get into any trouble.
Les doesn't do well in tense situations or fights, however. He tends to break down or shrink into himself; he stops functioning. Even worse is when he's the cause of a problem. He becomes completely mortified and goes into a depression for days. This really only occurs when he isn't able to choose 'flight' in a flight or fight scenario.
He's got quite a few quirks, and other people might definitely find him a little strange. He just finds pleasure in unusual things, and, if lost in his mind, he can be seen with a stupid grin on his face, which might be weird to some people. Overall he's just happy to be himself, as long as being himself means that he isn't bothering anyone into a situation of tension. He's most comfortable when in the bookstore he works at or when alone with a good book.
Lessie didn't spend his entire life in the tiny town of Cherry Blossom, like many others had. The entirety of his past is shrouded in confusion and is a sense of utter loss to his heart, like he's missing something important, but it's hidden from view. He remembers his mother, and his father vaguely, but neither of them to much extent.
He does distinctly remember his father being an abusive drunk, and his mother little more than a shell of a person due to her husband's ministrations. She was kind, though, and always protected Lester, or at least he thinks so. He was around five when things got shaky, and being so young, it's not really a surprise that there are so many holes in his memory.
One day they were there, and the next, gone. Les remembers some sort of sharp pain to his arm, the shaded face of his father, and his mother in a white dress. And then it's a drastic shift from faces and some building to a dark forest- cold, foggy, distinctly colored in shades of blue and dark grey. He can remember feeling the hesitation deep in his bones, the uncertainty of the entire situation, the utter, all-consuming feeling of being lost. Being alone. It wasn't that he had been separated from his parents, no, that wasn't it at all. Just being all alone without a purpose or without a plan. The remembrance of the eerie feeling of surrealness, as if looking out on himself as he stood lost in those woods, still sends chills into his spine. Lester often has nightmares of his past.
He doesn't remember much, there are a lot of gaps, but he does remember what popped up next. He was in the care of some elderly couple- one that had found and taken him in. He grew up under their care, started schooling, but was always distant with other kids. It seemed that despite the fear of loneliness that developed in him at such an early age, it also crippled him in making friends- fearing that they too would somehow disappear to leave him alone. It didn't help that the couple who had cared for him died a few years later, once again leaving him to be on his own.
Lester had to find his own way in life for a few months afterwards, though eventually he discovered an aunt that lived in Virginia. After uniting with her and her taking him under her wing, he's lived in Cherry Blossom for the past 13 years of his life. He moved out of her home so that he wouldn't be a burden on her anymore, and lives in a small apartment by himself. In the last two months, his aunt mysteriously disappeared, but he hasn't thought too much on it. Curious, sure, but she was always popping in and out of the town, sometimes for months on end, as seemed to be the case now.