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murderology
Name Jeremy "Jerry" "Marlboro" Pascal
Age 30
Born ill get back to u on that
Sexuality swings like a pendulum Occupation former murder cultist turned gas station employee PB chris hemsworth
Sexuality swings like a pendulum Occupation former murder cultist turned gas station employee PB chris hemsworth
About.
Lived on a compound with a murder cult who believed in the ending of suffering via building a fuck off bomb that would kill all of humanity. Eventually, said murder cultists left and "ascended" without him, which led him to spending days and days sobbing uncontrollably and living in the storage closet of a gas station. You know, coping like normal people. Eventually, he gets a job there, since he's half living there already?
Jerry is almost impossible to explain and trying to understand the inner workings of his mind is like trying to understand the cosmic horror fuckery that goes on in the gas station. The man acts like a moron and it's easy to dismiss him as much. No one would blame you. He voices random pointless thoughts at inappropriate times, even in a life or death situation, and sometimes seems to act with absolutely head empty zero thoughts. And much to everyone's frustrations his ridiculous plans just work. They just work. But hey, he's good to have on your side not only because of his insane bordering on supernatural luck, but he's a good friend. So good a friend you can be like "hey we gotta murder Donald Glover" and he will go along with it without hesitation. Like, all trust, no questions.
The thing with his idiocy though is discerning how much of it is Jerry being an actual idiot or Jerry just fucking with you. Becuase he just might be fucking with you.
He demonstrates random instances of pure genius, a deep understanding of philosophical ideas, a mechanical aptitude, and you know casually trying to disprove death at a funeral as a coping mechanism. While drunk. Simply put, Jerry is "Jerry". No other descriptor would be enough.
Jerry is almost impossible to explain and trying to understand the inner workings of his mind is like trying to understand the cosmic horror fuckery that goes on in the gas station. The man acts like a moron and it's easy to dismiss him as much. No one would blame you. He voices random pointless thoughts at inappropriate times, even in a life or death situation, and sometimes seems to act with absolutely head empty zero thoughts. And much to everyone's frustrations his ridiculous plans just work. They just work. But hey, he's good to have on your side not only because of his insane bordering on supernatural luck, but he's a good friend. So good a friend you can be like "hey we gotta murder Donald Glover" and he will go along with it without hesitation. Like, all trust, no questions.
The thing with his idiocy though is discerning how much of it is Jerry being an actual idiot or Jerry just fucking with you. Becuase he just might be fucking with you.
He demonstrates random instances of pure genius, a deep understanding of philosophical ideas, a mechanical aptitude, and you know casually trying to disprove death at a funeral as a coping mechanism. While drunk. Simply put, Jerry is "Jerry". No other descriptor would be enough.
First impressions.
Visual. Jerry is tall, broad, and very much gives off that "jock bro" vibe. Usually smells like cigarettes and/or alcohol.
Fashion. His fashion is just...a lot. From wearing wife beaters, to a fur coat, to shirts with cartoon characters giving the finger or declaring a desire to do crime.
Demeanor. Perpetually relaxed, chill, totally cool with whatever's going on.
Aural. Patrick Warburton, tbh.
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