from the ashes i rise

Juliette Jules Mayer / 28 / Geraint I am a VIXEN. Couldn't you tell? I warned you I’m part h e a v e n and equal parts hell.

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cessasanc:

Cessa laughed, “Yeah, you make a good point on that one.” She smiles, “Thanks, I don’t really go out with anyone from back at work but mostly because we’re always working, you know how it is. –It’s like no matter how long you’re here, you don’t get used to every part of the job, but it’s whatever.” Cessa grabbed one and nodded in agreement, “May we keep it that way for as long as we can,” she cheered before downing her shot.

“Yeah, I get that, and also I mean, sometimes when you’re working with the same people all the time, often in close quarters, you can get sick of them,” Jules laughed, before downing her shot as well, “So, how are things outside work? Any plans in the work? Starting a fashion line, curing cancer, taking over the world?”

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cessasanc:

Cessa shrugged, “Lil’ bit of the low point of this week, but it’s whatever.” Taking a seat on the stool next to her, she pipes up, “Anything 80 proof or more.” She shakes her head, “Honestly, work’s just been such a killer. Like I love it, but it’s just–I don’t know, man. Thanks for this, it’s lit.”

Jules nodded as she listened, “Yeah, I know what you mean, I mean, sometimes it’s a bit literal with that, but yeah,” smiled she shrugged, “It’s no problem, anytime, I find unwinding with someone who can sympathize makes all the difference, even if you don’t really go into depth. Which you can, if you feel so inclined. I’m here to listen, but I’m not going to pry.” When the shots came Jules grabbed one, holding it up slightly, “Hey, the job may be killer but at least for this week we are still going strong”

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lanceoflot:

“right? i’m gonna tell the boss to chance my codename.” slowly, he propped himself up into a seated position. holding his head, he chuckled. “wow, i lost everything. that hasn’t happened in a while. keeping what turned out to be a stranger’s coat over his lower body. he looked around blearily. “where… where am i?”

“I’m sure that will go over so well, I mean, it’s not like we have a running theme or anything that you would ruin,” Jules chuckled, taking in Rick, “Uh, yeah, unfortunately, or fortunately you did, depending on who you ask.” The question made her smile further, “My place, or what is left of it, a little messy now but I’m having someone come clean it later so, it will be back to normal. Do you want some coffee or something?”

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laurelscanary:

the caredy (legends of super flarrow) meme | ten characters [2/10]     ↳ sara lance (arrow/legends of tomorrow) “No woman should ever suffer from the hands of men.”

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Statistics and Headcanons

Full Name: Juliette Genevieve Mayer

Nicknames/Aliases*: Geraint, Jules, J/Jay, فرشته مرگ [Angel of Death];

Date of Birth: December 31, 1988 (28 yrs)

Gender: Cisfemale

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality*: Bisexual/Biromantic

Marital Status: Single

Place of Birth: Strasbourg, France.

Current Location: London, England

*See list of headcanons at end of post for further detail

basics

Education: Full private tutoring through secondary school, with additional education at the Mongolian Academy and with The Order.  

Skills*: Marksman, weapons expert-guns-knives-swords, precision driving, master martial artist, master in bostaff combat, free running/acrobatics, advanced medical knowledge, deception training, and stealth training.

Languages: English, French, German, Austrian-Dialect German, Russian, Arabic, and Mongolian.

Style of Speech: Slightly gritty, with a notch lower in average pitch. 

Religion: N/A

Occupation*: Kingsmen Agent, formerly a freelance assassin, formerly an assassin with The Order. 

Faceclaim: Caity Lotz

appearance

Hair Color: Strawberry blonde.

Eye Color: Blue

Height: 5 feet, 6 inches

Build: Slim athletic. 

Nationality*: French-Austrian.

Accent*: Muddled

Dominant Hand*: Right - ambidextrous 

Tattoos*: N/A

Piercings: Ear lobe, double helix, daith, navel, and former lip.

Scars*: Scattered across body, most notably large gash scars across back. 

personality

Zodiac Sign: Capricorn

Likes: Her motorbike, booze, leather, dogs, yoga, mentoring, parties, intimidation games, and the beach. 

Dislikes: Planes, failing, traitors, kale, being wrong, lightning, and anything boring.  

Hobbies*: Training, drinking, clubbing, and painting.

Positive traits: Loyal, clever, helpful, charismatic, determined, witty, kind, self-confident, and spontaneous. 

Negative traits: Sassy, over-protective, manipulative, destructive, vengeful, calculated, and stubborn.

Fears*: Parachuting, and leeches. 

Night Owl/Early Bird*: Both

Light/Heavy Sleeper: Light Sleeper

relations

Parent Names*: Renée Dubois and Matthias Mayer

Sibling Names: N/A

Significant Other: N/A

Children: N/A

Pets*: French Bulldog named Coco Chanel

Headcanons

*Nicknames/Aliases: She doesn’t care much for Juliette, but hates being called Julie even more. Angel of Death was her alias when she was with The Order, and she hasn’t been called that in years. 

*Sexuality: Jules is Bi, out, and proud. It was something she always knew but never really indulged in until she completed her training. In fact, she didn’t indulge in any sort of escapades or romantics until after her training. At the time it wasn’t her priority. 

*Skills: Thanks to her extensive training she is well rounded in most skills. One of her more unusual talents is advanced medical knowledge and treatment skills. Apart from modern medicine techniques she is knowledgeable on most poisons and herbal and traditional cures. 

*Occupation: Jules was an elite member of The Order, a mysterious and well known group of assassins rooted in Persia. Otherwise she operated on her own terms, gaining jobs through relationships and networks she built.

*Nationality: Jules has dual citizenship in France and Austria due to her parents citizenship. Her mother was French, and her father’s family was of German and Austrian decent. 

*Accent: Growing up in a multilingual household while moving and learning many different languages caused Jules to not have a defined accent. Most are perplexed when trying to place where she is from. However some days her German or French dialects are more noticeable. 

*Tattoos/Scars: A lesson and habit she picked up from her mother and training is to make yourself as indistinguishable as possible. This manifested itself in Jules never getting a tattoo, something unique that only she would have. Now though, she is considering it more as she finds them incredibly attractive. The scars that litter her body tell the stories of her battles. The ones on her back come mainly from her training, or torture, rather. It was a way of building endurance, and being able to maintain loyalty under coercion attempts. 

*Hobbies: Jules loves a good party, and her hobby and secret talent is drinking. She can out drink anyone, and still maintain some control of herself. Painting is a new hobby that Jules has picked up since joining the agency. She tried to use it to calm herself, and she found out she rather enjoys it. She often spends her down time in front of a canvas with a glass of wine, sometimes whiskey. 

*Fears: Jules hates jumping out of planes, something has never quite sat right with her with it. She can do it, but she loathes it more than anything, and tries to avoid it at all cost. Leeches is something that makes her skin crawl. She would rather be buried alive in a tank of spiders than have a handful of leeches on her.

*Night Owl/Early Bird: Due to her training and nature Jules doesn’t sleep much. She has perfected only needing a few hours of sleep to be fully rested. 

*Parents Names: Her parents were both involved with covert work and operations. Her mother was a former French spy, her father a hand for hire. They never married, to keep their relationship even more untraceable. 

*Pets: Jules loves animals, and she has a Frenchie that she drunkenly named Coco Chanel. She loves her pup and Coco goes with her wherever she is able to take them. 

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dlsscnance:

anika was no stranger to random bouts of rage, it had the tendency to come hand in hand with her strong sense of overwhelming guilt. she struggled to keep her demons at bay but she eventually found herself a remedy in writing and exercising to the brink of numbness. unfortunately, her muse for words were largely unfound, if not buried stubbornly within the depths of her brain, leaving her to saunter into the mansion’s next best option. her long fingers paled in comparison to the purple bruises that decorated her small knuckles, it was almost as if they were begging her to take a break from the relentless violence. “—-its not leering..” the young woman mumbled quietly, bright green hues flickered away from the wrapping tape in her hands as a scowl made itself present at her own fidgeting. “i hadn’t even noticed you.”

“Alright then,” Jules panted quietly, “Fair enough.” She relaxed back against the punching bag, her eyes taking time to glance over Anika. She took note of the wrapping tape and nodded, “Am I in your way then? We’ve got plenty of other bags, but I know this type is my personal favorite. It has a little more give than the rest, just the way they are made.”

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cessasanc:

Sighing, Cessa stands up from her work to follow her without argument. Beggars can’t be choosers, right? “At this point I think I just need shots.”

Jules walked quickly and with purpose, “Having a rough day I see!” she called over her shoulder as they made their way. Entering the pub she nodded to one of the tenders she was familiar with, “Six shots of whatever my friend here likes,” slipping on to a stool she turned back to Cessa, “So, what’s bothering you? If you care to tell, or do I need to get the shots in your first?”

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lanceoflot:

“mr. dick…” he repeated, his voice syrupy and thick. “i like it. that’s gonna be my new handle.” gratefully, he took the cup and the pill, pausing before he put the small white thing on his tongue. “also fuck off, that guy’s a twat. call me bond… rick bond.” rick popped the pill into his mouth and gingerly sipped water, barely raising his head from the ground.

Jules laughed, “Really now? Should have expected that..” She watched him as he moved, assessing his condition. “Rick Bond? Sounds pretty legit,” she leaned up as he took the medicine, “Need a hand? You should probably work on finding your clothes” she held her hand out to him.

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cessasanc:

Cessa puts down her work, debating the offer. She’s almost always down to grab a drink. “Well… If you’re buying then I guess I really can’t refuse, can I?” She asks with a small smile.

“I was hoping you would say that,” Jules stood, “How about the pub around the corner? A little dingy, but sometimes that is what you need,” with a quick wink she turned and lead they way, assuming she would be followed. 

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Anger, rage, revenge. The emotions and thoughts swirled around like a toxic cloud in her mind, her hits landing hard on the bag, the audible thwacks echoing. Jules was known to ruin equipment, it never seemed to hold up to her physical form of venting. The bag she pounded now was no different, breaks and tears becoming more apparent with every swing. It didn’t matter to her, it helped curb the edge. “You know,” she started, slowing her hits until she stopped, “It’s not that easy to concentrate when you can feel someone leering from the shadows,” Jules turned to face the visitor, leaning back against the bag.

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cessasanc:

“Listen, normally I’d love to talk,” she starts. Although in all honesty, she wouldn’t, “But I’m kind of very busy, so unless it’s, like, absolutely, positively important, I don’t have time for whatever this is,” Cessa finishes with a circular hand gesture in their direction. 

“Mhmm,” Jules hummed, glancing over the other, “Well I am terribly sorry to bother you, I was just going to ask if you wanted to go get a drink or two, blow off some steam?” a smiled played at the corner of her lips, “I’m buying..”

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avablanchard:

“Never thought I’d be here,” Ava said, looking over at the person in the passenger seat.  It had been a long stake-out mission, almost ridiculous in its length—but she was here, wasn’t she? Alive, driving, feeling the wind in her hair, a far cry from the socialite fate she’d only barely escaped. 

“What got you here?” she asked, watching the road.

“Oh really? This not you’re dream life?” Jules smiled, glancing out at the passing scenery. “Me?” she turned back to the blonde, surprised, “Well, it was a long and complicated road, but, well, I guess when all my doors closed, this one just happened to open. What about you?”  

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lanceoflot:

rick’s eyes fluttered blearily open. his head felt like it was filled with molasses, and his mouth was drier than the sahara desert. what felt like an age passed before conscious thought returned to him. “what the fuck happened last night?” he groaned, realizing and not caring that he was clad in nothing except what might’ve been a duvet or a towel, possibly a suit jacket draped over his body. he couldn’t bring himself to look and see. turning his head he saw confetti, party cups, refuse, and a paper hat that read “happy new year.” “wait… what time is it?” he checked his watch (which was miraculously still on his watch. “One-oh-five? it’s only been an hour?” he paused. “oh fuck it’s the second.”

Heels clicked on the floor as Jules made her way through, kicking aside trash discarded on the ground. “Evidently you might have met your match Mr. Dick,” a smirk etched itself across her lips. Jules walked her way over to his body, smoothing the old party dress that still clung to her frame, “Great detective skills, might have to start calling you Sherlock,” Jules teased, kneeling down beside him, “Here, take this, and this,” she spoke quieter as she shoved a pill and cup his direction.

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Headcanons pt.1

Jules loves to teach and share her knowledge. She will teach or lecture anyone who will listen when she’s in the mood. Since becoming so dedicated to the agency she feels a responsibility to make sure she shares whatever knowledge she has. 

She often acts like shes been there longer than she has. Due to her nomadic nature and past, it doesn’t take her long to get comfortable or attached to something when it feels right. This results in her almost mothering in a way, if a former cold blooded assassin could be seen as mothering. 

Jules can out drink anyone, anytime, anyplace. And she can kick your ass afterwards, just to prove a point. 

She is versed on a variety of weapons. Jules could find twelve different ways to kill you with a cotton swab. One skill that seems to surprise everyone is her swordsmanship. Shes deadly with throwing knifes but wait till you giver her one very long one, or worse, two. 

Jules has always wanted siblings. The idea of having friends that have to be your friends because well, they’re your family, always appealed to her. 

Shes a bit of a floozy. She knows firsthand life can be short, and she doesn’t believe in wasting it not getting what you want. Jules isn’t above using her, talents per-say, for aid her in missions. 

Surprisingly she doesn’t fancy planes too much. She has ridden more than she cares to remember, but it always makes her feel a little sick. Parachuting out of one is her least favorite thing to do. 

Jules has a french bulldog she drunkenly named Coco, after Coco Chanel. It wouldn’t naturally be her first choice but she liked the name and it stuck. 

She is ‘bi-sexy’ and proud. 

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