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LESTER. I'm a bit late posting him, but here he is. Now I'm going to go let my brain shut off, it can't handle that much writing in one sitting at 2 in the morning.

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Name: Lester “Les” Mason
Age: 62
Personality: Lester is a grouch. No really, he's a very grumpy person. He isn't very fond of people in general, which means he tends to avoid talking to them (which is why no one can figure out why he became a professor at the academy). When approached by others, he tends to grumble answers at them—heck, even if he's by himself, he's more than likely grumbling. However, he has a good heart, deep down. As little as he likes people, he will still help them out if they need it. He'll simply do it whilst grumbling and acting like he doesn't want to. This carries over into his job as a keyblader. He acts like he doesn't want to fight, but when it comes down to it, he will fight fiercely, either to protect others or just get rid of the Heartless. He generally holds a vendetta against them for busting up his store and generally disrupting his life and being evil little buggers. He may not like to admit it, but he does believe that people are inherently good. However, he also believes that since being born, most people have veered off into some thicket of questionable motives and actions. Hence, he much prefers animals. If there is any situation in which one will see Les being uncharacteristically kind, it's around animals, particularly mice. ...But don't ask him about it. Because he'll probably grumble at you. In fact, don't ask him about himself. You likely won't get any more answer than a very dark glare and a growl, which is one very dark glare more than if you approach him on some other topic. Actually, it should be noted that he has a bit of a temper, if you rile him up enough (which gets easier the younger and/or more obnoxious you are). And furthermore, he's awesome at holding grudges. So don't piss him off, or he will remember. His memory and rage are surprisingly intact for an older dude (don't call him that, either).

Weapon: Slipshot
Object of Derivation: old shotgun
Ability: Soap
Ability Description: Using his keyblade, Les can shoot liquid soap at enemies in two ways. The first way, which is the most common use, is that he can create giant soap bubbles that come out of the tip of his blade when he pulls the trigger while swinging it. He can then control where the bubbles go—and he usually uses them to distract enemies by soaking them with soap or getting soap in their eyes when the bubble pops (and we all know that's unpleasant). The other way is that he can press the red button in front of the trigger to switch the blade's firing mechanism to that of a widespread shot of soap. Basically, this just coats the area in front of him with liquid soap. ...Which is slippery. He only uses it on large groups of heartless while he's facing them alone, since it'd be wasteful to use it on a single heartless and counterproductive to use it while his comrades are around and trying to fight.

Homeworld: Fievel Goes West (Green River)
Backstory: Lester was a respectable, albeit grouchy, owner of a general store in town. He was known by residents as a grumpy, borderline antisocial man whose store was extremely fair and accommodating to its customers. Despite his normal demeanor, he was a trusted store owner and was often asked for help by residents. Though he usually grumbled about it, he always obliged. Many of the townspeople were convinced he was just pretending to be grumpy and was instead a very sweet man—they even rumored that after he closed for the night, he would feed the mice that lived around his store. However, no one ever dared to ask about it—just in case they were wrong about him being a sweet man.

However, it wasn't long before the Heartless began to creep into the town, and people began to shut themselves in their houses, fearing to go out. Lester began to carry his old shotgun around during store hours, just in case the strange critters would try to attack. Sure enough, one evening as the sun was setting and he was ringing up the last few customers of the day, the Heartless struck the store, seeking the fearful hearts inside. Lester grabbed his shotgun to fend them off, but the thing was so old that he couldn't get it to work. As his customers ran to the back of the store, he tried to fend the heartless off by swinging the gun at them, all the while hoping that if he jostled it enough it would start working again. Just as the heartless were starting to creep past him toward the other people, while others began to surround him, his shotgun suddenly shone brightly. When the light disappeared, in Les' hands was a strange weapon that looked like his shotgun, but with some significant—and wicked differences. He frantically pulled the trigger and swung some more, not quite sure what had just happened to his gun, and he was amazed to see a giant soap bubbled emerge from the weapon and burst over the attacking creatures. They all skittered back, some rubbing their glowing eyes, others slipping as they ran from the weapon and the light that had preceded its appearance. The heartless were gone, and the people in the store were safe.

Unfortunately, the store was very banged up. Lester was mortified at its condition after the fight; products were strewn across the floor, shelves were broken, he wasn't sure WHAT had happened to his cash register. He wasn't sure he'd have enough money to fix the place, business had been slow lately. To add to his problems, he still wasn't sure what had happened to his gun. After the fight, it shone for a moment then in its place was a small keychain with a shotgun shell on it. He grumbled to himself about losing his gun. Whatever had happened to it, it clearly wasn't there anymore. It was a good gun, despite evidently not working anymore. He walked through the store, grumbling and wondering how he was going to fix everything. He stopped by the back corner and made sure nothing had happened to the mice that lived back there, then set out the closest food he could find before resuming his walk. After determining that it was going to be a lot of work and money, he went to lock the door.

Lester spent a few months trying to fix up his store. The other townspeople were happy to provide him with income, but he still had trouble getting enough supplies to patch up the miscellaneous damages to the property. It did not help that the Heartless continued to attack the store, each time fended off by Lester's new weapon, which he dubbed, after several battles, Slipshot. The thing seemed like it needed a name, whatever it was. And after a few months of fighting, he began to be very skilled with it. So skilled, in fact, that he was sometimes called upon to fight off the little black creatures elsewhere in town. He always grumbled then briskly set off to help.

One night, he set off to close up the store as usual. He had had a very long day—the store had been attacked by a nasty bunch of Heartless that had torn it up more than before, much to his dismay. He had managed to get rid of them, but the damage was done. The place was practically in shambles. He wasn't entirely sure he'd be able to get it up and running again in any short time. Despite this, he did his rounds as usual. He fed the mice, did what he could with the register, then went to lock up the front door.

He was amazed to find another key in his pocket—and upon another search, he could not find the keychain that turned into Slipshot. He gave the new key a good hard look over his glasses and wondered why it bore a striking resemblance to his crazy weapon. He frowned. If he wasn't mistaken—and he was sure that he was—the keyhole of his door was glowing. He paused, then tried using the new key in his door. He was further amazed to find that it did not lock the door, but instead opened it into a strange place he had never seen before. The Academy, as he later learned. It wasn't long before he was found by other Academy-goers, and they quickly explained everything to him—what the Heartless were, what his weapon was, what the Academy was, anything and everything he could want to know.

It wasn't much further of a step to ask him to become a professor. He was rather skilled with Slipshot. And his store was trashed. He grumbled and thought to himself. At least he wasn't leaving much behind. There were other stores in town. And he could check on the mice, if he wanted. He might as well stay at the Academy.

Kingdom Hearts-y stuff belongs to Squenix/Disney
Fievel Goes West belongs to its creator
Les belongs to me

Description
LESTER. I'm a bit late posting him, but here he is. Now I'm going to go let my brain shut off, it can't handle that much writing in one sitting at 2 in the morning.

<3

Name: Lester “Les” Mason
Age: 62
Personality: Lester is a grouch. No really, he's a very grumpy person. He isn't very fond of people in general, which means he tends to avoid talking to them (which is why no one can figure out why he became a professor at the academy). When approached by others, he tends to grumble answers at them—heck, even if he's by himself, he's more than likely grumbling. However, he has a good heart, deep down. As little as he likes people, he will still help them out if they need it. He'll simply do it whilst grumbling and acting like he doesn't want to. This carries over into his job as a keyblader. He acts like he doesn't want to fight, but when it comes down to it, he will fight fiercely, either to protect others or just get rid of the Heartless. He generally holds a vendetta against them for busting up his store and generally disrupting his life and being evil little buggers. He may not like to admit it, but he does believe that people are inherently good. However, he also believes that since being born, most people have veered off into some thicket of questionable motives and actions. Hence, he much prefers animals. If there is any situation in which one will see Les being uncharacteristically kind, it's around animals, particularly mice. ...But don't ask him about it. Because he'll probably grumble at you. In fact, don't ask him about himself. You likely won't get any more answer than a very dark glare and a growl, which is one very dark glare more than if you approach him on some other topic. Actually, it should be noted that he has a bit of a temper, if you rile him up enough (which gets easier the younger and/or more obnoxious you are). And furthermore, he's awesome at holding grudges. So don't piss him off, or he will remember. His memory and rage are surprisingly intact for an older dude (don't call him that, either).

Weapon: Slipshot
Object of Derivation: old shotgun
Ability: Soap
Ability Description: Using his keyblade, Les can shoot liquid soap at enemies in two ways. The first way, which is the most common use, is that he can create giant soap bubbles that come out of the tip of his blade when he pulls the trigger while swinging it. He can then control where the bubbles go—and he usually uses them to distract enemies by soaking them with soap or getting soap in their eyes when the bubble pops (and we all know that's unpleasant). The other way is that he can press the red button in front of the trigger to switch the blade's firing mechanism to that of a widespread shot of soap. Basically, this just coats the area in front of him with liquid soap. ...Which is slippery. He only uses it on large groups of heartless while he's facing them alone, since it'd be wasteful to use it on a single heartless and counterproductive to use it while his comrades are around and trying to fight.

Homeworld: Fievel Goes West (Green River)
Backstory: Lester was a respectable, albeit grouchy, owner of a general store in town. He was known by residents as a grumpy, borderline antisocial man whose store was extremely fair and accommodating to its customers. Despite his normal demeanor, he was a trusted store owner and was often asked for help by residents. Though he usually grumbled about it, he always obliged. Many of the townspeople were convinced he was just pretending to be grumpy and was instead a very sweet man—they even rumored that after he closed for the night, he would feed the mice that lived around his store. However, no one ever dared to ask about it—just in case they were wrong about him being a sweet man.

However, it wasn't long before the Heartless began to creep into the town, and people began to shut themselves in their houses, fearing to go out. Lester began to carry his old shotgun around during store hours, just in case the strange critters would try to attack. Sure enough, one evening as the sun was setting and he was ringing up the last few customers of the day, the Heartless struck the store, seeking the fearful hearts inside. Lester grabbed his shotgun to fend them off, but the thing was so old that he couldn't get it to work. As his customers ran to the back of the store, he tried to fend the heartless off by swinging the gun at them, all the while hoping that if he jostled it enough it would start working again. Just as the heartless were starting to creep past him toward the other people, while others began to surround him, his shotgun suddenly shone brightly. When the light disappeared, in Les' hands was a strange weapon that looked like his shotgun, but with some significant—and wicked differences. He frantically pulled the trigger and swung some more, not quite sure what had just happened to his gun, and he was amazed to see a giant soap bubbled emerge from the weapon and burst over the attacking creatures. They all skittered back, some rubbing their glowing eyes, others slipping as they ran from the weapon and the light that had preceded its appearance. The heartless were gone, and the people in the store were safe.

Unfortunately, the store was very banged up. Lester was mortified at its condition after the fight; products were strewn across the floor, shelves were broken, he wasn't sure WHAT had happened to his cash register. He wasn't sure he'd have enough money to fix the place, business had been slow lately. To add to his problems, he still wasn't sure what had happened to his gun. After the fight, it shone for a moment then in its place was a small keychain with a shotgun shell on it. He grumbled to himself about losing his gun. Whatever had happened to it, it clearly wasn't there anymore. It was a good gun, despite evidently not working anymore. He walked through the store, grumbling and wondering how he was going to fix everything. He stopped by the back corner and made sure nothing had happened to the mice that lived back there, then set out the closest food he could find before resuming his walk. After determining that it was going to be a lot of work and money, he went to lock the door.

Lester spent a few months trying to fix up his store. The other townspeople were happy to provide him with income, but he still had trouble getting enough supplies to patch up the miscellaneous damages to the property. It did not help that the Heartless continued to attack the store, each time fended off by Lester's new weapon, which he dubbed, after several battles, Slipshot. The thing seemed like it needed a name, whatever it was. And after a few months of fighting, he began to be very skilled with it. So skilled, in fact, that he was sometimes called upon to fight off the little black creatures elsewhere in town. He always grumbled then briskly set off to help.

One night, he set off to close up the store as usual. He had had a very long day—the store had been attacked by a nasty bunch of Heartless that had torn it up more than before, much to his dismay. He had managed to get rid of them, but the damage was done. The place was practically in shambles. He wasn't entirely sure he'd be able to get it up and running again in any short time. Despite this, he did his rounds as usual. He fed the mice, did what he could with the register, then went to lock up the front door.

He was amazed to find another key in his pocket—and upon another search, he could not find the keychain that turned into Slipshot. He gave the new key a good hard look over his glasses and wondered why it bore a striking resemblance to his crazy weapon. He frowned. If he wasn't mistaken—and he was sure that he was—the keyhole of his door was glowing. He paused, then tried using the new key in his door. He was further amazed to find that it did not lock the door, but instead opened it into a strange place he had never seen before. The Academy, as he later learned. It wasn't long before he was found by other Academy-goers, and they quickly explained everything to him—what the Heartless were, what his weapon was, what the Academy was, anything and everything he could want to know.

It wasn't much further of a step to ask him to become a professor. He was rather skilled with Slipshot. And his store was trashed. He grumbled and thought to himself. At least he wasn't leaving much behind. There were other stores in town. And he could check on the mice, if he wanted. He might as well stay at the Academy.

Kingdom Hearts-y stuff belongs to Squenix/Disney
Fievel Goes West belongs to its creator
Les belongs to me