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Harland "Harley" Young
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The world’s biggest piece of shit to ever be spewed out of the gaping anus that is New Jersey. Harley had a surprising amount of tragedies on his life, none of them directly correlating to him, of course. Most were just family members or good friends passing away. When Harley was young he had told a joke at a wake. His father scolded him as well as his mother. Rather than let his way of coping with tragedy become invalidated, he instead indulged wholeheartedly into it to spite those he viewed as wronging him. Harley abuses his immortality to fuck with people, he’s become somewhat of an urban legend. He will walk into fast food places at absurd hours, order something that isn’t on the menu (for example, ordering a Whopper at Mcdonalds), and once told that the specific restaurant does not carry the specific item, will draw a pistol (If he can’t find one, he will use whatever is available to kill himself) from his coat and blow his brains out in front of the cashiers. The legend states that if someone does this late at night, just tell them ‘Yes’, and give them fries. In another section of the city, he will walk in front of a train every third Wednesday in a month, this has been going on for roughly three years now. -


Voice - Roughly from 20 to thirty years old, either a brooklyn, boston, or jersey accent would do. Sound like the biggest asshole possible. He finds his own jokes hilarious, to the point of cracking up in the middle of conversation.



  • "Here's a real good one. So, one time i was hanging at the malt shop right? And some panty waist came by with his suped up ride, got flames and a pretty engine and all. So I said to him "That car looks pretty hot." He goes " YA damn right it is!" Then he hooked a dame on his arm and went inside. What'd I do? Well as a good samaritan, I cooled down his car for him. I wish you could a seen his face when he opened that door and water flooded out of it, Priceless, I tell ya! So, yeah anyway, the guy stabbed me to death and that's how I died."


  • "My dad wasn't much of a joker. A lot of the time when it came to things like jokes he'd shrug them off, or give me one of those fake laughs that you give awkward kids so they'll leave you alone. See, I never cried about things, I laughed ‘em off. I didn't ask to find the smaller things in tragedy funny, I just do. The worst part though, if you're asking me at least, was how the guy interpreted laughter as I couldn't get hurt. Ironically enough, the thing that hurts me the most is when I'm told I'm not funny. *Chuckles* What a dick.”


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