It's my day off and I just got sucked into a gif black hole and came out the other side with an info post all of a sudden, and it's that time of year, anyway, so have yourself a look at this nice little bit about me squealing about my new shiny character.

Lots and lots of gifs ahead. So, pitter-patter, let's get at 'er, and allow me to introduce you all to the toughest guy in Letterkenny: Wayne.






Wayne is your good ol' salt-of-the-earth farmer boy from a fictional rural community in Ontario, Canada called Letterkenny. He was raised to respect tradition, respect chorin', and respect women. He's the type of guy who always stands up to shake a man's hand, thinks it's impolite to kiss and tell, and doesn't wear belts because he "buys pants that fucking fit." He likes fighting, cursing, drinking and smoking, a good toe-curlin' on occassion, and if you've got a problem with Canada gooses, then you've got a problem with him, and he suggests you let that one marinate. He hates kids but loves dogs. This man's weakness for dogs makes Prompto look like an amatuer.




He's got a big, strong build with squared shoulders and neck that somehow manages to almost be bigger than the width of his actual head. His face is in a perpetual state of squinting (one fan put it best when asking "How does Wayne blink so much if he doesn't even have any eyes?"); he does know how to smile, but it's a rare occasion; he has Resting Scowl Face for sure. If he's sitting, it's usually with one hand around a drink and the other resting on his knee. If he's standing, his natural "at-rest" position is squared shoulders, squared feet, thumbs tucked into his otherwise unused belt loops. He wears a veritable rainbow of just plaid shirts, though he does have two nice suits ("one for weddings, one for funerals"). If you look up the word "Hick" in the dictionary, you're likely to just find a picture there of Wayne.



Because he's very set in his ways and a little cranky and surly and pedantic about a lot of things, he might be a little off-putting at first, which I apologize for in advance, but I swear, his heart's in the right place, and if I'm doing things right, he'll warm up to people (and people'll warm up to him) eventually. I don't imagine much of what he says will be blatantly hardcore offensive or anything, though, because he's not that type of person, unless you're really put off by excessive use of the word 'fuck.' As always, please reach out to me with any issues that may arise, though; I'd like to fix it if it's a problem, and I can't fix a problem if I don't even know it's there. But he gets deeply uncomfortable around things that are outside of his norm, so there's a lot of things about Fandom that will make Wayne deeply uncomfortable. He believes firmly in good manners, though, so he'll be polite about it unless provoked otherwise.



Ultimately, he's a stubborn, hard-headed, hard-working, bent-on-tradition country boy who's actually a little soft deep down, but you'll likely have to dig pretty deep to realize it. He's loyal, he'll always help a person who asks for it, and he'll shake your hand and buy you a beer after kicking your ass. He also swears....a lot. So there's your fucking warning on that.


In case you were wondering, he CAN actually smile. Just won't make a habit of it.

And now I'm just hitting you with gifs:


We don't fight AT weddings...


You gotta get some TAHCOS and go for a hike if you're in EHL-LAAAY


Yes, this is a gif of him sleeping in HIS FULL NORMAL CLOTHES like it's nothing


Simple, but effective, friendly advice.






The portrait of a simple man: drinking hard and throwing shit.




Epic Glare Activated.






Best Dancer in Letterkenny



BONUS: because Tumblr is a magical place:





Any questions, comments, concerns, and/or wordplay on celebrated Canadian pop music artists or hockey players? All are very much welcome. Now I'm going to try and actually do something productive now that this is out of my system.