Originally from a small town outside of San Antonio, Texas, Jerry was the product of hazardous radioactive waste leaking into the local Guadalupe River. After crawling from the ooze, he was quickly friended by a pack of dogs that cared for him in his youth and defended him against attacks from roaming packs of humans. Due to a few run-ins with local animal control authorities, he was taken from the dogs and put into foster care with a young couple looking to adopt something low maintenance, but humanoid in appearance. These 'parents' would shape him into something more than river scum raised by dogs. He was quickly enrolled in school and blended in well with the children. After learning their ways, he dominated reading, math, spelling, and geography like an 8 year old boss, and turned his sights towards art. A few scribblings on the walls and underneath tables were early signs that his hunger for drawing had to be satiated, so the young creature's parents invested in a room full of perforated computer paper and some markers. He had clearly taken a liking to the freedom of art, and developed a healthy appetite for caprisun and ham and cheese sandwiches. As he grew into something resembling a teenager, he chose to go to a state university rather than art school, where he quickly took up staying up excessively late, partying with other college humans, and hanging out in the waters from whence he first emerged. His art suffered, as did his body, but he succeeded in becoming the first non-human to be awarded a degree. Months passed, and as he pondered what to make of the rest of his time here on Earth, a glorious opportunity presented itself in the form of a tattoo apprenticeship. As a lover of these permanent markings that so many humans had chosen to put on their body, Jerry lunged at the chance to be among them. He began his formal training in 2006, working feverishly to gain access into this coveted realm of artists, and in short time, it consumed him whole.