Jerkules
| Jerkules | |
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| Class | sigma male |
| Habitat | mother's basement |
| Description | He's a nice guy if you meet him off work. |
| Boss | |
| Boss Type | 4-Ability Dungeon |
| Part Level | Level 4 |
Jerkules is a cool dungeon boss-monster who works full-time in his mom's basement.
Description
Brave, strong, and kind of a jerk, Jerkules' job is bullying heroes. With the figure of a Greek demigod and the chiseled chin of a superstar, his presence alone is enough to belittle even the greatest.
Beliefs
Jerkules believes in protecting the environment. When he isn't arranging meetings between heroes and his fist, he's burying them as fertilizer, or feeding them to his cattle as part of his ranch's zero-waste program.
Jerkules believes in justice. That's why he only maims, and never kills. With a degree in law, don't be surprised when Jerkules shows up as both judge, jury, and executioner.
Jerkules believes in self reliance. Having clawed his way up from the underworld with broken fingers and pure willpower, Jerkules hates all gods and their weak, flabby followers.
But most of all, Jerkules believes in himself. Even when his organs are harvested by heroes and his body torn and bloodied everyday of the week, Jerkules never gives up, and only comes back stronger, ready to face the world.
Backstory
Jerkules was born ugly and deformed, the result of an affair between Zeus and a gorgon. Hephaestus had the better end of the stick when he was cast from the heavens to earth from Mount Olympus --- when Jerkules was born, his mother snapped his neck and yeeted him into the abyss of Hade's domain, sickened by a face not even she could love.
Trapped in Tartarus, where death was a luxury, Jerkules had to get by by himself. He lived off a diet of anything he could find. On most days, the screams of the damned were all he could fill his stomach with. The eternal torment Jerkules witnessed hardened his soul and his stomach. After thousands of years, his anger was finally recognized, and he was apprenticed to the furies, where he eventually got a P.H.D in Law, with a specialization in Cruel and Unusual Punishment.
In the underworld, there was only one person who really understood Jerkules, and that was Cerberus, the three headed dog. The two were inseparable. They would run blissfully in the fields of Elysium, roast corpses to eat over the flaming river Phlegethon, and laugh at the lonely souls in the Fields of Mourning.
But everything changed when Hercules came, and wrestled poor Cerberus away. The two friends fought valiantly together, but Hercules twisted the two like pretzels breaking their spirits and spines. Even when Cerberus returned, Jerkules was never the same again. He made an unbreakable oath to have his revenge on all good looking heroes. With many tears and sloppy kisses from Cerberus, Jerkules set out on a journey to escape the underworld. On the thousand year journey up the impossible sides of Hade's pits, he slowly matured into his sigma male form and gained the strength to outclass even his cousin. After reaching the top a better and transformed man, he reconnected with his mother and twisted Hercules into a pretzel.
Now he is working hard at his job in the dungeon to eventually save enough to free his friend Cerberus from their indentured servitude, all while being the best son a mother could ask for.