#julesf13

Jason's sense of hearing was incredible, making up for his not so great eyesight. He was the first to hear the crying in the woods. Initially he thought it a baby animal crying for its mama, so he naturally went to go look. Those brutal hands also cared deeply about the creatures in the woods around Camp Crystal Lake.

Because the crying didn't seem to stop, he worried the animal's mother had died. He'd seen it before, a mother deer's innards spilled on the backroads while her little one wailed for her return. It made his heart ache- he related a bit too much to it. It wasn't too long till he made it to the edge of the woods where the road passed through, spotting a dented cardboard box there. Now that he was close to the source, he realized the sound was incredibly human. Jason hesitated on the side of the road for a long moment. What would he do? He couldn't just leave the little one here and let nature take its course... He didn't hear any cars coming, so he took long strides across the road and crouched to pick up the box.

Within was a little human child with pale skin and dusty blonde hair not unlike his own mother's. He felt a familiar heartache bloom once more as the baby stopped crying a moment, looking up with bleary eyes. Jason didn't hesitate now, picking up the babe and cradling it carefully in his massive arms.

To his surprise, the infant stopped crying, looking up to the man carrying it in near wonder. He hastily made his way back to the cabin where his boyfriend had just stirred from a nap.

Jules was pouring himself another cup of coffee when the door opened. He peeked out, grinning as he saw the lumbering giant, but paused as he saw he was carrying something.

"What'cha got there?" He sat the cup down and headed over, stopping in surprise when he realized it wasn't yet another baby animal being brought home to be cared for- it was a human baby.

Jason awkwardly shifted the child so he could sign with one hand.

"Found by the road. Abandoned."

Jules rubbed the back of his neck. "Well shit. Poor thing." With his own abandonment issues, both of them seemed to have odd bonds with this strange little baby. "Welp, guess I'm gonna go get some diapers."

"You want to keep it?" Jason signed, tilting his head. Jules cracked a grin.

The first time Jules killed someone, it was an accident, really. He'd just broken up with Kelly Mitchell- it was high school and Jules had just figured out something about himself- he was definitely not straight. He wasn't going to lead her on, that was just not the kind of person he was, so he took her out to get some coffee and was straight up with her. She was upset, understandably, but she seemed pretty understanding about his whole self discovery.

At least that was what he thought- then her brothers showed up at the old covered bridge. It was one of Jules' favorite places to paint. They jumped him, spitting at him for breaking their sister's heart. The passive part of Jules that just brushed shitty people off suddenly wasn't there anymore. Maybe it was the slurs being thrown his way, maybe it was the way his head hit the asphalt when they shoved him, but he was suddenly filled with rage.

To this day, Jules doesn't remember what happened. He totally blacked out mentally, only coming to with the intense smell of copper and the soft gurgles coming from beneath his boot.

There was something utterly beautiful about those broken bodies on the side of the road. No one would ever find them here, this road had long been abandoned by anyone other than Jules. As he watched their blood pool into the grass beneath, he suddenly found himself touching the quickly cooling liquid, dragging his fingertips across his watercolor paper. It was gorgeous.

Jules kills for his art, simply put. He also kills for other reasons beyond his own knowledge, but he only really cares about getting materials from his own art. He has learned to make his own paints, blending bonemeal, blood, even using dehydrated organs from time to time to create pigments for his works. It just so happens that the people he kills usually piss him off.

He's an incredibly docile man until something irks him- injustices like the one he faced in high school, or just all around bigotry bullshit. He takes out the trash and makes gorgeous art out of them- one man's trash is another man's treasure, right?

He justifies his acts easily- usually he people he kills are shitty anyway, who would miss them? In his eyes, they're nothing but a blemish on the planet and are better off fertilizing the earth. At least then they'd have a purpose.

Jules, just like in his regular setting, likes to paint ugly and abandoned buildings, so he's constantly traveling. Because of this, he's got a few different nicknames depending on the area. "The hiker hunter" because of his tendency to kill campers in the woods, "The trespass spree killer" because it's theorized that he views people as trespassing on his space, and so on.

He leaves his victims mutilated since he harvests them for supplies, so a few reports propose the theory that he's a cannibal. He's gotten fairly cocky now, leaving little finger paintings behind with his corpses. Of course he wears gloves so there's no way they'll get prints off of them but... He just thinks it's fun.