Jules Deleterious.  A twisted ankle?
“Comfrey.”

A pulled muscle?
“Turmeric. Boil it. Drink it.”

A mild existential crisis after being bowled first ball?
“Chamomile. And reflection.”

Jules possesses an encyclopaedic knowledge of herbalism, blended with a firm belief that nearly all ailments—physical, emotional, or cricketing—can be addressed with the correct infusion, poultice, or root of questionable legality.

He occasionally invokes foreign gods during these consultations. No one is entirely certain which ones, but the tone suggests they are not to be taken lightly.

On the field, Jules is a presence of quiet authority.

He does not chatter.
He does not encourage.
He observes.

And then, when necessary, he delivers his verdict.

“That was unnecessary.”

“You played across it.”

“You knew better.”

His criticism is not loud—but it is devastating in its accuracy. For Jules, the truth is sacred, and it must be spoken plainly, even if it ruins an otherwise pleasant afternoon.

Yet beneath this severity lies a peculiar form of loyalty. He expects much because, in his own way, he believes much is possible.

Like his younger brother Victor, Jules is a shoemaker—but where Victor experiments, Jules perfects.

His shoes are not merely made; they are constructed with intent. Balanced, durable, and quietly elegant, they reflect a man who values function over flair, and precision over charm.

They do not advertise themselves.

They simply work.

If there is one domain in which Jules softens, it is the kitchen.

He cooks with care, patience, and a surprising generosity. His dishes are rich, thoughtful, and often infused—quite literally—with herbs whose names he pronounces with ceremonial gravity.

A meal prepared by Jules is not merely food.

It is restoration.

Jules drives at 150 mph with the calm composure of a man strolling through a garden.

There is no tension.
No urgency.
No visible concern.

Passengers, however, experience a rather different reality.

To Jules, speed is simply movement. The world passes; he remains.

Among the Deleterious clan and beyond, Jules is respected, feared, and occasionally consulted in moments of quiet desperation.

He is not easy.

He is not gentle.

But he is reliable in the most fundamental sense: he will tell you the truth, he will give you a remedy, and he will expect you to improve.

And if you do not—
he will say so.