OH SNAP. The final of the Jerk Lads character sheets. Now I can work on DJLWABINSOMAAHFHGHL day celebrations. (four days, guys!)

Rotten (born Samuel Lewis) was friends with George long before the band the Jerk Lads was formed. The two justified dropping out of highschool by starting their own courier delivery service- Rotten basically keeps the business running, as George would rather have sex with the hot secretary he met while making a devliery to a big brokerage company than do his job. Plus, George is adamant that the only way to deliver is by bike, even though Rotten has proved that productivity goes up a hundredfold with the purchase of his own motorcycle, the S.S. Fuckyourface.
Rotten is the cleverest man in the band- in book smart ways. He's street smart to a point, but he's a sucker for a pretty face and let his last girlfriend walk all over him, culminating in her telling him to get 'loser' tattooed across his chest or she'd break up with him- only to have her break up with him anyway after he got it. Rotten has a certain sense of charm- his drums are named Melissa, after his now ex-girlfriend (he claimed he named them that so that he could sit on stage and bang away at her. SEE WHAT HE DID THERE? oh-ho.). He also has a certain sense of pure stupidity, having bought cheap coke twice, only to end up snorting chalk dust and finding himself in an overnight clinic.
He's prone to chronic depression and frightening bouts of violence, he outweighs George and Johnny by about forty pounds and can whup 'em both if he really put his mind to it. He's a cutter, he'll smoke anything to get a rush, he owns a kilt and he's the best damn punk drummer y'ever heard.

I think he wears those silly "one legged pants" more than he'd wear normal pants- I just forgot that until this minute. OH ROTTEN, HOW I LOVE THEE.