// 001 : BE OLD.         Have an age indicator of some sort. This account is for writers strictly 21 and over. I will block as need be. Mature topics will be addressed, such as drugs, alcohol, violence, religion, and thoughts of death. Alongside elements of horror and thriller genres. Typically no trigger warnings.     Be mindful.    // 002 : Differences.         I am very picky with those I follow. If I find myself no longer interested or unable to find any connection, I probably won't follow you anymore due to my attempt at keeping things cohesive and easy to follow on my TL. Don't take offense to softblocking. No strict verses. I am open to varying concepts, so long as we've discussed priorly or throughout to some extent. FUCK YOUR AI. If you use or condone AI, do not interact with me.     Stay in your lane.    

// 003 : Do not interact.         If you're racist, zionist, xenophobic, homophobic, transphobic, or just a piece of shit. Don't be a piece of shit and we're cool. I do not wish to part of any plot or topic of incest, sexual assault or domestic violence. It's weird. Really, if there's any topic I don't feel comfortable with, I'll make it very clear.     Just don't be a piece of shit.    // 004 : Suitable for work.         Would prefer no lewd content. Everyone is entitled to their own depictions, however I'd like to not have porn casually show up on my timeline. Keep it to yourself. I have a partner in real life too, therefore I don't feel very comfortable seeing that sort of content. I will block or softblock as need be. Basically, do as you wish, just not with me.     Don't flirt with me.    

// 005 : Real life.         I have a real life going on like everyone else. I may not always be up for responses or interactions. Maybe I'm too busy. Or I will be all over on the TL, but I won't be in DMs all that often. Just bear with me. Don't be afraid to bug me however. Sometimes I need the nudge.     We're not entirely strangers after all.    // 006 : Keep it light.         We are all here for the same purpose. There's plenty of people I don't wish to interact with on this god forbidden site, but I mind my business so long as everyone minds theirs. Let's have fun. I'm always open to new potential relationships. I'm looking to explore more of that. I need more dynamics. I want to find fun in writing with others again. Don't be shy. I don't bite.     Maybe sometimes I do.    

name.       Jules Quentin Bradshaw.
nicknames.       J, Jul, Julie, Julesy (for those dearest)
gender.       Male, he / him.
sexuality.       Pansexual.
religion.       Catholic.
date of birth.       09 / 03 / 1994.
age.       30.
occupation.       Lawyer / Psychologist.
birthplace.       Bronx, New York, USA.
current residence.       Hell's Kitchen, New York, USA.persona.       Reserved. Daring. Loner.
positive.       Charismatic. Ambitious. Jokester.
neutral.       Strong. Loyal. Creative.
negative traits.       Temperamental. Reactionary. Isolating.
likes.       Horror. Poetry. Music. Good food. Museums. Record stores. Nature.
dislikes.       Gossip. Negative energy. Loud noises. Bad smells. Pickles. Bad endings.
hobbies.       Boxing. Reading. Film. Learning psychology & new languages.eyes.       Vividly hazel.
hair.       Black brown, straight.
build.       Tall & Lean.
distinguishing marks.       Cuts & scars scattered about his body. Sometimes bruises.

001   :   Who raised him.       Tom and Grace Bradshaw. Selfish yet loving, inconsiderate and yet kind. Both abusive. Not so physically, but emotionally. Tom unable to control his fixation to a hobby that was ruining his life for a quick gain, money somehow more important than family. Returning home on late nights with open wounds and bruises that called for care. Although emotionally stunted, unaware of the weight of his nonchalant demeanor, he tried in the only way that made sense. Grace lost to her sorrows, inebriated almost every night. Her temperamental and untimely emotional outbursts sending their home into disarray. Almost an all-time immense turmoil. Connor Bradshaw bore that brunt for him and his younger sibling. Only until he couldn't. Leaving Jules to wonder where his perfectly imperfect brother went. Family was no sanctity. He learned to fend for himself early on. Loneliness creeping on his adolescence.002   :   How it happened.       Jules was eight when he lost his sight; the privilege to acknowledge the world the way everyone else does. He had been walking along the sidewalks of Hell's Kitchen, the heart of the city, in a neighborhood a little further out from his old home in the Bronx. He was heading to the dilapidated gym his father attended to more often than not, to render the same boxing skills as his old man. En route, quite literally around the corner, he noticed a blind man just in the tracks of a rushing truck and he bolted to push him out of the way. Although successful in his attempt to save the man, the truck toppled over and Jules came face-to-face with a reality he had never known. An inevitable sacrifice for a vile chemical accident that changed the entire trajectory of Jul's life, for both good and bad. Losing it, however, gained him heightened senses, abilities that granted him immense strength and fierce speed. The incomprehensible kind; not human. Young Jules blinded and yet more capable than ever.003   :   Growing up.       His brother having left away to a place that he prays is better than here. His estranged mother gone, too. And his selfish father deceased after raising him to his teen years, killed off by mobsters. Jules weighted by the loss of the only family member he knew he had left. Alone, but eventually taken into the Church's orphanage. He knew only his priest as the closest thing to another father figure. That was until he met a man; his name not even worth the mentioning. Even if this someone took young Jul under his wing and taught him to hone his skills of fighting and master his ability to understand the world around him despite his loss of sight. Developing a radar sense that essentially formed mental images of his surroundings. He could see, in one way or another. But all he truly had was himself, and a God that might believe him if he exists.

arc 001   :   LOST SIGHT.       Jules is blind. However, his capabilities do not lack because of it. Using his blindness as an advantage to appear weaker and unknowing, as well as to steer away any suspicion of his guise as the infamous vigilante, Daredevil. Nothing skeptical of a man who can't see, right?arc 002   :   SUPERHERO?       Jules would never consider himself a hero. In his eyes, he is trying to keep his neighborhood safe from the corrupt and there is, unfortunately, no guarantee to protect them all. Even as a lawyer, there is no full trust in the government. That is the burden he must carry. Always trying to take it all on at once and losing himself in the process.

arc 003   :   WORK / LIFE.       Finding a balance has never been easy. Lawyer in the day. Vigilante at night. It catches up trying to maintain two lives, to keep him and the people around him liberated from the overload of his ego as Daredevil. Try arriving on time to court dates when there is only three hours of sleep to get, if any at all.arc 004   :   THOSE TO LOVE.       His heart resides with a single soul; bound together by the means of what life has given them. He loves his closest friends profoundly; he would do just about anything for them. But he isn't always the most present or the most conscious of how his behavior can affect others, his ruthless and deceptive efforts nearly putting them at risk. Caring and yet nonchalant. Like father, like son.

arc 005   :   WHAT GOD.       Being raised Catholic, Jules finds himself sat at the pews of his church in rare efforts to maintain what rocky relationship he has with a God he's not certain is real and yet fears immensely. His faith influencing his tactics of beating men, but never killing. All life is precious. Religion taught him to love thy neighbor. But there is evil and no justice to be had for it. Evil triumphs. How can God allow that? Jules can't.arc 006   :   BEING THE MAN.       From an early point, Jules grew infested with a similar rage to his mother's. A violent fury residing inside that blurred the lines of justice and revenge. His father's death a motivator, but the abuse he had taken as a child fusing into a delight to bring more infliction to others. His struggle to refrain when met with those of wicked nature. This is God's plan? To test how far his patience runs before he breaks his one moral existence? Breaks the one thing that still makes him good?