Lester Wye is a happy-go-lucky soul, the last in a long line of Wye’s he is a jovial and talkative 19yr old who bears a smile as broad as his shoulders. Ever cheerful and warm, he is as polite as he is clumsy and somehow manages to trip over every taped-down wire in the room.
Standing 5ft 7in tall he explains he is part-Avian but that he was born with broken wings. He seems entirely at ease when talking about this disability. Lester’s confidence in his own skin is quite clear, arriving shirtless despite sporting a pot belly shows his love of food to be similarly apparent. Whilst soft around the edges Lester proves to be a thick-skinned soul, one who never takes taunts to heart and rarely thinks ill of others.
He works as a postman, hand delivering mail to villagers on the treacherous mountaintop of Naiva. Impressively he does his entire round on foot and always in record time. Whilst Lester’s heritage may have caused him to be born with malfunctioning wings it also gifted him with powerful legs and amazing speed. It did apparently also scrimp on the common sense and grace. It doesn’t surprise us to learn that Lester is often falling down potholes, running into signposts or otherwise injuring himself. Despite this fact, Lester doesn’t have a single scar and tells us he has never suffered any lasting repercussions from his inherent clumsiness. (Which is a blessing especially as a rather hefty piece of our equipment mysteriously fell on him mid-interview.) It is at this point we realised why Lester refused to remove his goggles and helmet when asked.
In his spare time Lester likes to collect things and then arrange them on his bedroom shelf. Although he professes that his mother sometimes throws away his precious finds because she thinks they are nothing but junk. He seems mightily pleased to own a devils claw shell that he stumbled over on holiday and when he says ‘stumbled’ we assume he means literally. From his pocket he reveals his latest addition, a shard of green glass that bounced off his goggles on the way here. Then he shows off his prized possession, a curious bit of orange carnelian. He proudly proclaims that the gem struck him on the head one afternoon and thus he now carries it everywhere. We’re not sure what relevance being struck on the head by this particular object has aside the fact it may have knocked out whatever little sense Lester had to begin with.
Safe to say he’s not the brightest of teens and certainly one who seems to have an awful lot of bad luck. So much so that his friends and family have coined the phrase, ‘If an anvil were to fall from the sky it would land on Lester Wye.’
We couldn’t have put it better ourselves.