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Ambition 2.0. (Massive Crossover Superhero Sandbox)

Streets of Gotham - Midtown

In the flooding streets of Gotham, Nikita’s hair was now plastered to her skin. The cold didn’t seem to bother her like it did Daisy. Daisy trembled as they corralled pedestrians into nearby businesses. Nikita pulled the shadows behind her into solid and opaque tendrils. As she focused, she manipulated the appendages to lift debris from hurricane winds to clear the way for citizens of Gotham to proceed to milder weather and shelter.

“Nikita!” The call from Daisy was sharp. It ripped Nikita’s attention from the task at hand and caused her to drop the arms back to flat shadows. Nikita crossed the abandoned street, meeting with her mentor at the crosswalk of a connecting road. “There’s tornadoes touching down around Midtown, we need to move!” Daisy yelled over deafening thunder.

Nikita grew rigid and shook her head in fierce protest. “We must help,” she disagreed.

“You’re still just a kid, I’m not letting you go in there!” Daisy snapped. She was adamant as she knew there were already agents en route. Nikita had always listened well to Daisy but today she didn’t hesitate to take off in the opposite direction. Daisy cursed under her breath but knew she was faster than the teen. She caught up to Nikita in no time, managing to block the teen’s attempt at a counter attack. The shadowy tendril rebounded from the protective shield before dissipating into the rain. Before Daisy could drag her away though, a funnel cloud touched down only a few blocks up from the duo. The cries of onlookers could be heard as buildings were being shredded.

Anderson spotted them. “What are you doing here?! You need to leave!” he shouted, obviously frustrated. He’d been with the other S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who were just now arriving at the scene.

Nikita pointed towards the stadium. The Knights played the Colonials today, Anderson realized. Many had already begun trying to pour out of the stadium but progress was slow with many obstacles and taped off exits. Daisy relinquished her grip on the teen who tore away from her towards the entrance. Nikita cleared obstructions without hesitation, barked orders at staff to evacuate the sports center. Daisy followed suit, tackling a separate area and even ducking inside. Anderson felt his stomach drop. He couldn’t let anything happen to either of them, Coulson had made that very clear.

“Clear the stadium, haul out Johnson! I’m going after the kid!” he hollered. A gloved thumb shot up into the air, showing that Jason had been heard and understood.

“Kid! KID!! We’re getting you out of here!” he called after the black-clad girl.

“Not yet! Not until they’re safe!” Nikita disagreed. She was called ‘Terror’, he knew, but she didn’t seem fearful.

The lights were beginning to fail in the stadium. Nikita paused. Black masses began lifting in the shadows. Before Anderson could process what was happening, the black shapes lifted, pulled, and pushed stragglers to exits. Jason realized it must’ve been the girl doing this. He’d not been briefed on her abilities but it made sense why S.H.I.E.L.D. kept her under strict supervision.

He took her distraction as an opportunity to make up the distance between them and started forcing her towards the exits. “Not up for discussion! Move!” Anderson ordered. He was much stronger than she was and though she balked and tried to writhe away, he practically carried her to an exit. Shoving her into the desolate street, Daisy erupted from another entrance. She was beside the pair in an instant and shoving Nikita into an armored vehicle, Anderson piling in after.

As the vehicle retreated, Nikita asked furiously, “Why don’t you help them?!” The young woman pointed towards the sky, jaw clenched.

Daisy shook her head.

“Everybody has a job, Kos-” Anderson tried to reason, but the Russian wasn’t listening.

“I want to talk to Coulson!”

Ambition 2.0. (Massive Crossover Superhero Sandbox)

Gotham - Nikita’s Apartment

The next morning, Daisy was noticeably absent from Nikita’s apartment. Frowning, the teen switched on the radio to hear a report of a “Weather Wizard” terrorizing the globe with weather machines making the weather unbearable. Nikita had poured herself a bowl of cereal as she listened, eating slowly as the reporter mentioned that S.H.I.E.L.D was attempting to resolve the issue. ‘That’s where she is,’ Nikita realized. Daisy wouldn’t actually be getting time off, it seemed. However, this meant that Nikita was unsupervised for the time being. A terrible mistake on the organization’s part, of course, but one she intended to take advantage of. Nikita was quickly sporting a mischievous grin and her agency-issued uniform. She took a few minutes to focus on what she’d been wearing previously, all black street clothes with far too many zippers and chains. When she checked her reflection, she appeared to be wearing them once more. ‘Perfect.’

She launched into the hall and down the stairs of her walk up before emerging onto the sidewalk directly outside. She made eye contact with no one, maintaining focus on her appearance. She drew little attention despite her unconventional style of dress thanks to the miserable weather and several others hurrying to safety. The air was hot and humid but sleet poured down relentlessly. There was an older homeless man who sat under a tarp, sweating and shivering, unable to regulate his body temperature in the present conditions.

Nikita pressed on. Instead of heading towards more stable or favorable weather, she forced herself into worse. High winds and lightning began a few blocks up. Snow coated the ground. Her boots began crunching through the fresh white blanket that covered the streets. ‘What kind of shit villain-‘ she thought bitterly, the idea cut short as she grew more aware of her surroundings. She realized a man who had caught her attention when she had first exited her apartment was still following behind her. She ducked into an alley as she realized the loss in concentration would drop the illusion of her appearance.

The man waited at the edge of the alley as he continued his phone conversation in hushed tones. Nikita pulled up the hood of her suit, waiting to be told she would have to return to her apartment or another lecture from the Director. After yesterday, maybe she was in for worse.

“Kos. Are you coming? Burning daylight, kid,” he called to her. “I’ll get her back, Johnson, give me a few,” he sighed, lowering his voice. Nikita met him without too much reluctance. “Look alive, kid, it’s not a goddamn funeral,” he told the teen, unamused.

S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters - Gotham

Daisy took a second look at Nikita as she approached. “Why are you wearing that?” she asked, clearly confused.

“I wanted to help.”

Not that again. Daisy sighed and looked to Anderson for support but found none. This was not something Nikita could handle by herself. Her skill set might make her a valuable addition to neutralizing the weather devices but she wouldn’t be able to do so alone. “How’s flying coming?”

“I don’t fly.”

“Right. How do you plan to pull one of these from the sky by yourself, then?”

Nikita hadn’t had time to properly formulate an answer when the pair was approached by Phil Coulson. “I see she’s suited up and ready to go,” he remarked. “Here’s your chance to play the big leagues,” he told Nikita. “Stay with her, clear the civilians out of the streets. We’re still working on locating Mardon but the New Superman just landed. If you find Mardon, call immediately,” he instructed Daisy. He was obviously in a hurry, speaking in short, choppy phrases and hurrying in the opposite direction as soon as he finished.

“Get all that?”

“Da...”

Ambition 2.0. (Massive Crossover Superhero Sandbox)

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Post-Apocalyptic/Apocalyptic World

Is this going to become a small group? I’m interested if so!

Rogue Continuum: The Singularity Crisis (A DC and Marvel RP)

I’m interested in this and have a character that I believe could work well here. I think she could benefit from being tweaked to fit this but I’d have to do that and drop her later on.

Ambition 2.0. (Massive Crossover Superhero Sandbox)

S.H.I.E.L.D Headquarters - Present

For once in the past eight months, Daisy was back on American soil with no orders. Which meant that she actually had time she could dedicate to Nikita. While she’d had no major incidents, Nikita had unfortunately not been on her best behavior in Daisy‘s absence. Daisy understood that Nikita was just a kid being a kid to the best of her ability. S.H.I.E.L.D. saw things differently, the organization still considered the teen hostile. Daisy was growing increasingly concerned especially considering how they reacted to rising tensions with other gifted young heroes they couldn’t control, like Damian Wayne.

“Just jokes,” Nikita had grumbled under her breath. The short response had pulled Daisy from her thoughts.

“Miss Kos, if we run out of agents willing to keep surveillance on you, you will no longer be permitted to live on your own. Is that clear?” the director asked, his tone sharp. He was not a man with a nurturing nature and unlikely to be sympathetic to Nikita’s growing pains.

Nikita nodded, mute for the time being and Daisy reached out and gave her wrist a gentle squeeze. “I’ll set her straight,” she assured.

“See to it that you do,” he suggested. “You are both dismissed,” he added.

Nikita had grown so much since she’d first landed in the states. She kept pace with Daisy as they retreated down the corridors. “I know it’s frustrating, but the better you behave, the more freedoms you’ll have,” Daisy said after a moment.

“New chains, same shackles,” Nikita quipped bitterly, a light Russian accent present in her response. It had improved greatly in her time here but it still made her insecure. It marked her clearly as foreign and she had a distaste for the negative associations that often followed.

Daisy was at a loss for what to say. She knew it was unfair. If Nikita had meant them any harm, she would’ve lashed out long ago. She had been handled by less capable field agents who had left completely unscathed. It was clear to Daisy that Nikita was just trying to grow in an environment that was resistant to it.

“They’re wrong about me. I want to help. I want to do good things,” Nikita said gently. Here she was, growing in spite of the circumstances. Like a weed, forcing itself towards sunlight through concrete.

Daisy sighed. “I’ll try to arrange someone more understanding to keep watch on you, in the meantime, stay out of trouble. That’ll be a good step in the right direction,” Daisy suggested softly. Nikita nodded in agreement and Daisy escorted her back to her new apartment in Gotham City.

🌺 The Shades (Now open again)

Winnie the Brat

Winona Lima

“I have no special talent, I am only passionately curious.”

Nicknames goes exclusively by “Winnie”
Alias “W-I-N-N-I-E, Winnie”
Age 26
Birthday Sept 24th
Gender Female
Species Human
Ethnicity Mixed
Nationality American

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Personality experiences a lot of emotions, which can be a distraction. Well educated but somewhat emotionally immature for her age. Lacks real-world experience. Used to getting what she needs or wants easily so can sometimes lack drive or take it personally if something doesn’t work out the way she wanted. Though, she occasionally can surprise you with understanding and a level-headed approach when absolutely necessary which she learned from working with others in the past.

Height 5’4”
Weight 135
Notable Features extra ear piercings, freckles
Hair very curly, bleached blonde with dark roots
Eyes dark brown
Voice enunciates and speaks clearly, with a Massachusetts based accent
Languages English
Biography Zion met Winona’s mother Christina on summer break in Orlando. He’d assumed she was another student in town for the vacation or maybe a local, and the two spent a summer getting into trouble together. He hadn’t realized just how much until she showed back up at his dorm months later, obviously pregnant. Christina had been kicked out at a young age and was transient, living a party lifestyle when she’d met him. She wasn’t the rebel girl who wanted him to have a good summer, she had long been lost and simply pulled him along for the ride. “Winona” was the name picked Christina for the child. Zion’s affluent family had tried to offer as much assistance as possible to remedy the situation but Christina had plans of her own. Quickly after giving birth, she left Zion’s family home in the night with a bag of her things and noticeably without the child she had arrived with. Zion’s parents took care of a young Winona until Zion finished his law degree, following in his father’s footsteps.

Once he began to establish a successful career, he purchased a nice home for himself and his daughter in an upscale town in Massachusetts. Occasionally, Christina would mail her daughter a postcard around her birthday and talk about her life “on the road” and say that “maybe one day she would understand too”. Winona was graduating high school when they had to take an unplanned trip to California. Local police had found Christina overdosed in her car and Zion was listed as her emergency contact with only his name and address in her wallet. She had been living in her car for a few years with excessive amounts of journal entries detailing her struggles with addiction. Christina improved and was released from the hospital but refused any help Zion tried to offer. It was at this point that Winona cut ties with her mother, asking her to never contact her again.

Winona went to school but lacked motivation to finish, dropping out after her first year. She lived a straight edge lifestyle but loved the supernatural. She soon joined a group of ghost-hunters who filmed their adventures and were paid to investigate hauntings in people’s homes and properties. They began to slowly expand into cryptids when they got a call close to the border in Texas that livestock on a few ranches was found dead with suspicious bite marks and often drained and dehydrated. Suspicions of chupacabra. The gang rarely had cases that ended up being supernatural and they tended to be milder hauntings. Winnie hadn’t expected much from the trip but agreed to go anyways. She was feeling tension from her father pressuring her to go back to school and needed to get away. Unfortunately, this was Winnie’s accidental stumble into the world of Shades. Almost none of Winnie’s original crew made it back from Texas. The others retired from the business completely but Winnie knew she had finally found what she wanted to do. Winnie then set to studying as many cases of hauntings, cryptids, magic, and more. Winnie is through and through, a supernatural investigator. She finds the group as she’s in search of a new team.

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Powers Knowledge, but nothing inhuman
Fighting Style None
Combat Abilities Since losing her friends due to her complete helplessness, Winnie has delegated time almost daily at the shooting range. Unfortunately, she has absolutely no fighting capabilities otherwise. In conflict, her goal is killing her target before they can get close enough to hurt her.
Daily Skills Winnie had most things done for her growing up and doesn’t have a lot of skills, though she learns quickly.
Equipment spirit boxes, EMF recorder, dowsing rods, a collection of literature on magical and supernatural creatures, research notes. Additionally, Winnie wears a leather harness which closes around her hips and thigh. It holds multiple magazines and holsters her weapon when not in use without getting in the way.
Weapons Glock 43 and several magazines
Likes being right, getting her way, learning, doing what she loves for a living
Dislikes monotony, not getting her way
Fears tight spaces and extreme darkness
Aspirations continue doing what she loves, avenge her friends, earn her dad’s approval, not end up like her mom
Theme Songs youtu.be/LYK4fnriSSw

🌺 The Shades (Now open again)

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🌺 The Shades (Now open again)

Winnie the Brat

Winona Lima

“I have no special talent, I am only passionately curious.”

Nicknames goes exclusively by “Winnie”
Alias “W-I-N-N-I-E, Winnie”
Age 26
Birthday Sept 24th
Gender Female
Species Human
Ethnicity Mixed
Nationality American

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Personality experiences a lot of emotions, which can be a distraction. Well educated but somewhat emotionally immature for her age. Lacks real-world experience. Used to getting what she needs or wants easily so can sometimes lack drive or take it personally if something doesn’t work out the way she wanted. Though, she occasionally can surprise you with understanding and a level-headed approach when absolutely necessary which she learned from working with others in the past.

Height 5’4”
Weight 135
Notable Features extra ear piercings, freckles
Hair very curly, bleached blonde with dark roots
Eyes dark brown
Voice enunciates and speaks clearly, with a Massachusetts based accent
Languages English
Biography Zion met Winona’s mother Christina on summer break in Orlando. He’d assumed she was another student in town for the vacation or maybe a local, and the two spent a summer getting into trouble together. He hadn’t realized just how much until she showed back up at his dorm months later, obviously pregnant. Christina had been kicked out at a young age and was transient, living a party lifestyle when she’d met him. She wasn’t the rebel girl who wanted him to have a good summer, she had long been lost and simply pulled him along for the ride. “Winona” was the name picked Christina for the child. Zion’s affluent family had tried to offer as much assistance as possible to remedy the situation but Christina had plans of her own. Quickly after giving birth, she left Zion’s family home in the night with a bag of her things and noticeably without the child she had arrived with. Zion’s parents took care of a young Winona until Zion finished his law degree, following in his father’s footsteps.

Once he began to establish a successful career, he purchased a nice home for himself and his daughter in an upscale town in Massachusetts. Occasionally, Christina would mail her daughter a postcard around her birthday and talk about her life “on the road” and say that “maybe one day she would understand too”. Winona was graduating high school when they had to take an unplanned trip to California. Local police had found Christina overdosed in her car and Zion was listed as her emergency contact with only his name and address in her wallet. She had been living in her car for a few years with excessive amounts of journal entries detailing her struggles with addiction. Christina improved and was released from the hospital but refused any help Zion tried to offer. It was at this point that Winona cut ties with her mother, asking her to never contact her again.

Winona went to school but lacked motivation to finish, dropping out after her first year. She lived a straight edge lifestyle but loved the supernatural. She soon joined a group of ghost-hunters who filmed their adventures and were paid to investigate hauntings in people’s homes and properties. They began to slowly expand into cryptids when they got a call close to the border in Texas that livestock on a few ranches was found dead with suspicious bite marks and often drained and dehydrated. Suspicions of chupacabra. The gang rarely had cases that ended up being supernatural and they tended to be milder hauntings. Winnie hadn’t expected much from the trip but agreed to go anyways. She was feeling tension from her father pressuring her to go back to school and needed to get away. Unfortunately, this was Winnie’s accidental stumble into the world of Shades. Almost none of Winnie’s original crew made it back from Texas. The others retired from the business completely but Winnie knew she had finally found what she wanted to do. Winnie then set to studying as many cases of hauntings, cryptids, magic, and more. Winnie is through and through, a supernatural investigator. She finds the group as she’s in search of a new team.

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Powers Knowledge, but nothing inhuman
Fighting Style None
Combat Abilities Since losing her friends due to her complete helplessness, Winnie has delegated time almost daily at the shooting range. Unfortunately, she has absolutely no fighting capabilities otherwise. In conflict, her goal is killing her target before they can get close enough to hurt her.
Daily Skills Winnie had most things done for her growing up and doesn’t have a lot of skills, though she learns quickly.
Equipment spirit boxes, EMF recorder, dowsing rods, a collection of literature on magical and supernatural creatures, research notes. Additionally, Winnie wears a leather harness which closes around her hips and thigh. It holds multiple magazines and holsters her weapon when not in use without getting in the way.
Weapons Glock 43 and several magazines
Likes being right, getting her way, learning, doing what she loves for a living
Dislikes monotony, not getting her way
Fears tight spaces and extreme darkness
Aspirations continue doing what she loves, avenge her friends, earn her dad’s approval, not end up like her mom
Theme Songs youtu.be/LYK4fnriSSw

Ambition 2.0. (Massive Crossover Superhero Sandbox)

Terror

Nikita Kos

T e r r o r

’Mama, they say I’m a terrorist, why?!
If doomsday is coming —I'm not going to heaven.’

Known Alias: Katya Ivanov
Age: 19
Powers:

◾️Hallucinations: able to create vivid hallucinations. These hallucinations are not tangible and require focus and imagination. If concentration fails, the hallucinations are lost.

◾️Shadow manipulation: not only able to alter the shape of shadows that are already cast, similar to her hallucination abilities, she is also able to solidify shadows to a similar shape as a tentacle. Drawbacks include the necessity for shadows and the fact that the more the shadow is split, the weaker each arm becomes. Additionally, stamina is needed to maintain the use of this ability.

◾️Levitation/Flight: though unable to fly through the sky for long periods, Nikita is able to hover above ground or soar for short distances. If too exhausted, this ability becomes unreliable and even dangerous.

Equipment:

◾️Utility knife
◾️Plain black bodysuit fitted with lightweight armored plates and a loose hood
◾️1460 Doc Martens
◾️Black seamless mask which covers her nose down her neck

Appearance: Nikita has long black hair and a naturally pale complexion. She sports several piercings and tends to dress in a more alternative fashion in her day to day life. She is of medium and somewhat athletic build.

Known Affiliations: Nikita has not officially been a part of any special teams or groups in the past. She was mentored by Daisy Johnson. However, Johnson continued to improve as well, often being pulled away to tasks and missions deemed more important than tending to Nikita constantly. No longer able to be Nikita’s caregiver and tutor, she offered to connect Nikita with others who may be able to help her continue to advance. However, Nikita declined.

List of Allies

-Daisy Johnson: also known as “Quake”. Daisy was Nikita’s long time mentor. Daisy is an inhuman Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D with an unnatural seismic ability.
-Jason Anderson: a former high-ranking agent of S.H.I.E.L.D who has been demoted to a field agent and has been reassigned to surveillance on Nikita.

List of Enemies

-Former Colonel Anton Dorosh: almost directly below her adopted father for his entire military career, he continued to assist Ivanov in retirement as well. He blames Nikita’s disloyalty for Ivanov’s downfall and has labelled her a domestic terrorist and an enemy of the state, preventing her from ever returning or using her adopted name again. He’s sworn to serve her vengeance.

Canon or OC: Original Character

Story Overview:
Nikita was adopted as a small child by a former Lieutenant General of the Russian military, Alexander Ivanov. Though able to commit business as he saw fit in Russia, thanks to his past and connections, Ivanov made the mistake of branching his “businesses” (which included illegal arms dealing, human trafficking, and distribution of dangerous research compounds) to several different countries.

Political leaders of many of the affected areas requested help from S.H.I.E.L.D.. As a covert mission, only a few agents were assigned to neutralize him, one of them being Daisy Johnson. When successful, they were forced to bring a young Nikita back to the US. Nikita has had a few “caretakers” assigned to her but Johnson was the only one she bonded with and was compliant for.

Instead of physical training with her father day in and out, Nikita was tutored in many subjects, offered speech and language classes and had assistance in honing her abilities. When Daisy was no longer able to do this with her, S.H.I.E.L.D. provided more caretakers despite Nikita’s protests. Eventually, they resolved to allow her probationary freedom and a new identity as Nikita Kos while she remains under surveillance.

Nikita intends to use this freedom to her advantage. She plans to eradicate Dorosh and be permitted back home. Additionally, she hopes to continue to perfect her abilities as well as make a positive name for herself amongst the ranks of heroes who defend their nations.

Sample Post:

Officially, Nikita Kos does not exist and never has. There is no record of who she was before. Though legally adopted, her birth records and original documents have all been destroyed and replaced. The name they are currently under is no longer one she can use.

Nikita had already begun to display unnatural abilities at a young age. It began as a toddler with apparitions that she created. Nikita often experienced nightmares in her youth which lead her to accidentally creating the things she witnessed in her dreams as hallucinations. Shortly followed in the next several months were bursts of levitation before she would drop suddenly. Those who worked in the orphanage regularly were quickly convinced possession or haunting and were all too happy to adopt the child out when Alexander Ivanov came inquiring.

While she may have been eager in the beginning, Katya Ivanov was never nurtured or seen as a daughter. Instead, she was groomed to be Ivanov’s personal tool and future heir. Katya was trained and instructed daily in her new home for combat and military based strategy. Katya only experienced academics as they were relevant, though she was taught both Russian and English from an early age.

Her proficiency in English was perhaps her only saving grace on the night of her father’s death. She blocked the exit of Johnson and the other two agents who had assisted her after a successfully completed assignment.

“что будет со мной?” Katya had asked.

This phrase was lost on the group, they looked to each other for an indication of what to do next. Katya realized they didn’t understand her and hoped for the best when she tried again.

“What will become of me?” she asked, as clearly as she could manage.

Now, nine years later, the organization that had viewed her as so much of a danger that she had been detained and interrogated for hours was suddenly turning her loose. They were sending her on her way with a new tactical suit and a new identity. Of course, S.H.I.E.L.D. has a much different view of freedom and autonomy than most, still requiring her to live in housing of their choosing and providing her a strict allowance.

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Nikita chuckled to herself as she spotted the men she had recognized to be following her for the past week. She was eating sweetened pastries that she had been taught were a common breakfast item universally. Sprinkles made of sugar fell into her mouth as she took another bite. She was headed towards her apartment but decided better of it. She spun on her heel, long braided pigtails whipping behind her as she did. She crossed the street to the car they were sitting in and knocked on the window. The man sitting in the driver seat hesitated before rolling down the window. She leaned down and grinned, something she didn’t do often while in S.H.I.E.L.D.’s care.

“Hungry?” she asked, waving a donut back and forth with a smirk.

The man cleared his throat in clear discomfort. “Can I help you with something?” He asked.

“Oh no. I just always enjoyed feeding the wild pigs back home,” she answered offering the sweet breakfast treat through the window. She was answered only by an eye roll and her reflection as the window rolled back up.

Nikita smiled and straightened back up, rather proud of herself as she retreated back to her pre-selected apartment.

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