Marvel: Ashley Greene

Warning. The following twists the Marvel Cinematic and Comic Universe for sake of easy timeline acquisition and creative badassery. It has been dubbed the “Marvel Divnoid Universe”


Hero Name: None
Real Name: Ashley Greene (Alice Daniels)
Alias: Alice Daniels
Age: 28 (looks 24) (aging halted due to serum)
Date of Birth: August 4th, 1989
Appearance: 5'5" and 124lbs, Shoulder length dark brown hair, dark sapphire blue eyes (though she wears green contacts), pale complexion.
Registration: Anti-Registration


Abilities/Enhancements:
-Heightened Stealth: Includes Invisibility, Undetectable with Infrared, masked scent while cloaked.
It should be noted that her cloaking ability can very exhausting under high stress situations such as combat, therefor it is mostly used for stealth scenarios.
-Enhanced Speed: She can achieve a top speed (full sprint) of around 50mph with an average of 35-40 mph.
-Enhanced Strength: She can lift a maximum 4 tons.
-Enhanced Stamina
-Regenerative Healing Factor: She heals much faster than average, her body able to regenerate damaged skin within hours (depending on severity), broken bones in a minimum of a day and essentially grants her immortality as her body is constantly regenerating and repairing. This ability also makes poisons and other toxic elements including but not limited to alcohol completely ineffective.
-Heightened senses: All major senses are heightened to an extreme degree.
-Raise and Control the Dead: Now that Chloe’s necromancy abilities are a permanent part of Ashley, she now has full access to her ability to raise and control the dead.

While not a master of martial arts, she is an excellent street fighter. Meaning she will fight dirty when her life is on the line. Beyond that, the time since the Civil War has forced her to slip back into her old ways. She has become introverted and a bit selfish and with the exception of Ray (who she has very little contact with), she trusts no one.
She has picked up basic Chinese, German and Japanese, speaking them with ease.


Backstory At A Glance:
Her parents were murdered when she was young as part of a plot involving Wilson Fisk, she lived with her Aunt and younger sister Chloe for a time until she ran away after an altercation with a psychologist.
After making her way to New York City, she would live on the streets for a few years, running with gangs before eventually becoming a working citizen of NYC. Haunted by her past with gangs, she turned her street skills to hunting gangs.
On a fateful night in 2014, she was injected with a serum (similar in idea to that used in Project Rebirth to create Captain America) against her will. The serum changed her into the perfect assassin in both appearance and skill. It was shortly after this that she had her first meeting with Ray Connors (symbiote Chaos at the time). Her sister was killed when Symbiotes attacked a bunker that SHIELD was using as a staging area, Ashley herself would be killed in the final assault to stop the Symbiote invasion.

Fast forward two years, Ashley resurfaces on the outskirts of Hermosillo, Mexico with Chloes spirit following her.
After acquiring equipment much like her old gear and transportation, she would make her way back to New York City, having been gone for two years.
Events begin to come about that will lead to the Government pushing the Superhuman Registration Act, which Ashley, Ray and the others along with Captain America and other superhumans and heroes oppose.
Ashley would take the fight to Wilson Fisk on a few occasions, going toe-to-toe with and killing his main bodyguard Aurora among others. Ashley would also have to take down Ray, nearly killing him. His life being saved by Ashley transporting him to Summerland where she spent two years herself. A world between life and death.

Ashley would fight alongside her fellow Anti-Reg comrades in NYC for a time, when things began taking a turn for the worst Ashley and Ray would go off grid and separate.
In the year she was off grid, she would relocate to Canada for a time, change her name to Alice Daniels and alter her appearance, going into hiding as she opposed the Registration Act.
She has only recently made her way back to New York...


Equipment and Extras:
2015 Yamaha Bolt R-Spec (lightly modified)
2015 Dodge Viper

Two SIG Sauer P226 Equinox handguns
One Taurus Raging Bull Model 454 revolver (.454 Casull)
Zastava M93 Black Arrow sniper rifle modified with Adamantium internals (.50 Caliber)

*Pictures below*

The following takes place AFTER the Marvel: Civil War RP and twists both the MCU and Comic Universe together at certain points to help with consistency as mentioned previously.



This, is Marvels Ashley Greene.

I keep hoping my past never catches me with my pants down, although the resulting conversation would be funny.

I can't even remember how long I've been on the road, running from everything. Can't remember the last time I saw Ray, but I guess running from a war will do that.
We had to run. Not our damn fight anymore, but that was over a year ago.
And now Steve is dead, assassinated. Everyone hates us, hell even I hate me. No fuck that, I despise me.

Did we run because we were weak? Probably not. Just go ask Captain Corpse, he knew I could hold my own even against him. Never could give grandpa a fair fight though. Still can't believe Stark threw us all to the damn dogs, all because Nitro couldn't keep his shit together. Give me a fucking break.

So here I am, on the run from everything because I opposed some piece of shit registration act. Running from what few friends I had in New York.
Running from Ray.

Maybe its time to start fighting again, get my shit together and finish what the fat man started.







This will hopefully be an ongoing piece that I'll be working on alongside another much bigger monster of a project. This will hopefully update atleast once a week.

New York City always seems to find itself in the middle of something.
Fisks home turf, the battle for New York against alien invaders, the Purple Man and a battlefield during the Civil War among others.
New York loves to be punished. Maybe its time to cross something off that list.
You don't have to look very hard to find signs of Wilson Fisk and his goons. After the alien attacks, Fisk put alot of money into helping the city recover. Of course he had something to gain from it, that being the Mayor in his pocket. Now he gets away with whatever he wants and no one dares cross him. Matt Murdock did, but that didn't last long.
But I'm better, and have stronger authority behind me.

Fisk crossed the wrong people and they want him put away, whatever happens after that doesn't much concern me. Naturally I'd rather put a bullet in his head and be done with it but I'm not the one calling the shots.

It wouldn't be easy taking on Fisk on his own turf so naturally, I'd start with the Mayor.
Politicians are all the same, put enough pressure on them and they'll talk. So my first stop was City Hall. Time to ring the Mayors bell.
Entrance would be easy, pulling a rental car up close to City Hall, get in to see the Mayor and if things go bad I can escape via the closed City Hall Subway Station. Though the tracks are still used, the station has held passengers for many years, making it a perfect spot to slip away into the tunnels to safety.


"Can I help you ma'am?" The blonde secretary asked politely as she looked up at me. I smiled politely in return, flashing a fake badge for the Department of Homeland Security. "I would certainly hope so, I'm here to see Mayor Donahue."
"Certainly ma'am, is he expecting you?" As she looked through what was likely an appointment book. "I'm afraid not, last minute visit."
She nodded. "Of course." She picked up the phone, it rang and someone on the other end picked up. "Sir, someone from the DHS is here to see you. Of course, she's on her way up now." She hung up the phone. "He'll see you right away."
I simply nodded and made my way to the office, having memorized the buildings layout already. Hopefully this goes smoothly, but I already know it won't. The Mayor is in Fisks pocket, meaning he'll have his own men watching over him. Likely in the office itself or at the very least covering the door.
So I'm hoping to get a little messy.

BREAKING NEWS: MAYOR FOUND MURDERED AT CITY HALL

Mayor Donahue was found last night by security when he noticed that the Mayors office light was still on. The Mayor, along with his two personal guards, was found murdered with single gunshot wounds to the head. The only clue left behind was a mysterious trident emblem etched into the Mayors desk. This is just the latest in a string of mysterious high profile murders, some going as far to call them assassinations. Just last week Judge Weston was found murdered in his home.
The NYPD are seeking witnesses who may have seen a young woman claiming to be a DHS agent entering the Mayors office earlier that day but so far no one has come forward, likely out of fear of being the next target.
Some have suspected that the recently arrested Wilson Fisk is behind it but officials say that is very unlikely.
Mayor Donahue leaves behind a wife and two children.

We'll have more on this situation as it develops.





Things got a little messier than I would've liked, but that's what you get with minimal intel going into a job. The job was completed and escape was easy with the old City Hall subway stop being nearby. Wasn't until later that night that news broke, didn't even cover it up. I'll have to check in with Control to see how they want me to do the next job, people are starting to link these jobs together.
Until then, its time to lay low.


(Ashley has a new apartment at 25 Columbus Circle, #61E. It overlooks Central Park.)

Floor plan


Main room (3 angles)




Master Bedroom


Master Bath


Kitchen (2 angles)



Guest Room

The problem with creating such detailed clones of an individual is that sometimes, in rare cases, certain memories can remain. This was noted during the Civil War when Violette Summers confronted Miss Greene. Summers was the most promising subject at that time and although not a physical clone, her abilities mirrored Ashley's and in may have surpassed them.
But the memories that haunt Miss Green also haunted Miss Summers to a certain degree and greatly hindered her combat abilities when it mattered.

Although I can't speak for all our clones, these new ones have been our best thus far. If recent events are to be taken into consideration, our newest clone has achieved everything we have expected.

Anthony Williams, Epsilon CEO



I woke up the next morning, with an alarm buzzing. The sun fighting to break through the cloud cover outside my apartment window. Another wonderfully gloomy day. If only I could be so optimistic. I was having memory flashes again, the same ones. Whoever this guy was he must have been very important to her, the original. Yeah I know what I am, Epsilon doesn't exactly keep it a secret. We are created for a singular task. The job and escape had gone off without a hitch and now the local government was thrown into chaos.
What they do keep from us is the why. Why they do what they do. Is it all for fun? What does Epsilon gain from having me take out the Mayor?
The job was done, but why haven't I heard from control yet?
The exact moment that thought crossed my mind, was the exact moment I realized I had never set an alarm to wake up at 11:22 in the morning.
It was a security alarm. My apartments security alarm.

All within the few seconds of realization, something clattered across the bedroom floor. An unmistakable sound of metal bouncing off wood. Instincts kicked in, swinging my body off the bed and onto the cold floor. A few seconds later and something exploded, sending shrapnel and debris all over the room. Ears ringing as voices called out. "Main room clear. Alpha two?" A conversation I could barely make out. "Heard something in the bedroom." A voice replied. Both were male. SHIELD? No. They wouldn't go around blowing up bedrooms. This was an Epsilon tactic. Blow things up first and ask questions later. Looks like my job is done, my life expectancy had just hit its expiration date.
"Confirm kill?" A shuffling of feet. "Negative contact." Crashing in the other room. "Copy that, keep looking." The voices went silent, but actions spoke louder. They were tossing the place to look for me. I poked my head out from around the bed just enough to confirm my assumption. An Epsilon soldier in full tactical gear.

I cleared the length of them room in two quick strides, lunging and twisting my body towards the target. We crashed to the floor, his neck twisted at an awkward angle. One down. My own weapons were out of the question at the moment, cursing the absurd walk-in closet of a weapons room they had installed in this apartment. I pulled the sidearm from the recently deceased soldier and slinked out into the main room, bare feet silent against the floor. My invisibility was an option but not a good one, I was never as good as the original. Epsilon was still another year from perfecting the old formula.
"Shit." He spotted me just as soon as I saw him, and he opened fire just a quickly. I dove off to the left, arcing my body and twisting to get a few shots off while airborne. One shot connected, tagging him in the arm. He cursed and started firing more erratically. Were these guys the best they had? You'd think Epsilon would send people with better training to take car of an "asset". I shook my head. Focus on the job Greene. As he was reloading, I swung out and took aim and fired three more tightly bunched shots. Each bullet punching clean through the face shield of his helmet. His body crumpled to the floor, my body remaining stiff and ready for nearly a minute before I even dare breathe. Only two?

Something wasn't right. Even with sniper support next to impossible given the apartment overlooks Central Park, they would still have backup.
But all I could hear were screams in the hall as people panicked after all the gunshots.
Another minute passed before I started moving again.
It was time to leave.

Moving quickly, I gathered up what I would likely need for the immediate future and beyond. Running light with two pistols seemed to be the best bet, relying on hand to hand when needed. The hall outside the apartment door was quiet now, no more screams.
But I could hear them, even if they thought I couldn't. Rustling at the door. Someone was likely setting a breaching charge. Times up. I grabbed one of the sub-machine guns off the floor, the one that hadn't been previously unloaded in my general direction, and grabbed a grenade. Timing was everything here.

Just as I took up position behind the couch I heard someone call the all clear, in that same moment I primed the grenade. A sudden flash and concussive blast shook the room and I tossed the grenade towards the door all in that same moment. Someone shouted but it was too late, I had timed it perfectly. Epsilon grenades didn't take prisoners. The sub-machine gun was a typical Epsilon model that sacrificed accuracy for stopping power, I set it to full auto and unloaded on the blow open door, causing some serious panic. Steps one and two were accomplished with ease, but my advantage was lost with my next move as I dove over the couch, pistol in hand. The surviving attackers were still trying to figure out what was going on by the time I had made it to the door, quickly dropping another two with the pistol before engaging the last, who had been the farthest back from the chaos. I used my enhanced speed to my advantage along with my strength and dropped the armored soldier with two well placed and very hard punches to the chest, inducing severe heart palpitations. He crumpled to the floor and I allowed a few brief moments to pass before taking stock of my surroundings.

Five highly trained and well armed Epsilon soldiers lay at my feet, four dead and one incapacitated. Was this some kind of joke? To be approved for field work, each clone went through very rigorous training so that dropping a squad like this was nothing for me. And it was, even given the situation. These soldiers were being used.

I wasn't the only enhanced unit in this building.

I had made it down to the fifteenth floor, searching for whoever might still be hunting me. It was all instinct for me. Hunting the hunter. Anyone else who may have been after me had pulled out, leaving me alone with this lone hunter.

"You had so much promise, number forty-seven." It was an icy cold voice, yet one that I recognized as a new memory pricked at my mind. I turned to see the source of this voice, the memory in the mind that wasn't my own matched the voice to its owner.
She was a slim thing, almost fragile and yet so elegant looking in her tight leather outfit. Icy white hair draping against the sides of her face and piercing dark blue eyes.
"Aurora." She smirked when I said her name. "Oh good, it seems some of the memories did transfer after all. Last time we met you burned me, or should I say you burned a clone alive in that house." She took one look around the room, and then her eyes leveled on me. "I think its time to return the favor."

Naturally, she made the first move and I retaliated. We collided in the center of someones apartment. Hope they have insurance. And damn she was fast, I was having a hard time matching her to get any good blocks. All I could manage was half-ass blocks that only lessened the blows. I made my move as she caught a quick breath, spear tackling her into a rather expensive looking table. Glass and blood scattering across the white carpet. I had only just managed to roll clear when a hard kick connected with my left side and my ribs flexing, two giving away and cracking. Biting back a scream. I rolled again and quickly got to my feet, swiping a larger piece of glass from the carpet in the process.

She was relentless in her pursuit of me, which made it easier to predict her moves once I started paying attention. She was drawing the fight out, out of revenge for a fight I never fight against someone who wasn't her. Not really anyways. She lunged for me again and I was ready and though I missed my goal I still managed to plunge the dagger of glass into her thigh. Howling in pain and bleeding profusely, she doubled back and I lunged but she grabbed me. The whole world began to spin and before I even had time to react I had already crashed through a wall, drywall debris and dust flying into the next room along with me. With Aurora handicapped for the moment, I grabbed the nearest object just as she came through the new door I had made, swinging hard as she came at me.

The nearest object as it turns out, was an entire golf bag. How someone doesn't notice picking up an entire golf bag is beyond me. We'll just call it heat of the moment.
She doubled back hard from the hit, snapping a couch in half.
So this is how the enhanced people fight.
I crawled through my hole in the wall and landed a hard kick to her face just as she was getting up and she flew back again and that's when I saw my moment. My crazy stupid moment. Her landing put her next to a window overlooking Central Park much like my own, but ten floors down from me. It was enough.

There she was, using that window to prop herself up. Fast but fragile. I don't even remember thinking about it, not much anyways. I just screamed and lunged across the room at her, the window gave way with ease. And all I can think of now is how I'm going to stick the landing. She didn't struggle much, just seemed to accept the fact that she was going to die. Again?
All those thoughts vanished when a nice yellow New York taxi broke our landing, Aurora making for nice cushion. Not even seconds after the landing, I rolled free and immediately regretted it as my shoulder gave out. My right arm now flopping about as I scrambled for cover. Ready for a fight that never came. Screaming onlookers fled the scene and a not so surprising few took pictures as I popped my shoulder back into place. And I swear someone called out the words superhero landing in the distance.

A crowd was beginning to gather, sirens getting closer and a news van had just pulled up.
I quickly checked the mess that was her body, pulling the key fob for a car out of an impossibly tight pocket. Shrugging off any other injuries for a later time, I shoved through the crowd, running two blocks before ducking into an alley to take stock of injuries. Aurora had easily taken most of the impact. I was lucky enough to get away with a twisted ankle, two broken fingers and a recently dislocated shoulder among numerous cuts and bruises.

The key fob had a snake on it, the original Ashley knew lots of things about cars. That was one memory I didn't get so it took nearly half an hour check cars in a mile radius before finding what I now knew was a Shelby. I was now immediately thankful I had the hindsight to always have enough cash on hand for my most recent assignments because this car looked like the kind that always needed gas.

I don't know who this man was in these memories, but I needed to find him. I needed to get him to the real Ashley and the only place I knew to look was San Francisco.



Breaking news live here in Manhattan at an apartment building on Columbus Circle where reports of a gun battle earlier ended with a dramatic ending between two women falling from a window on the fifteenth floor, resulting in the death of one. Police are actively seeking out the second woman who was seen fleeing the scene in this video from an witness that should be coming up on screen now. As you can see in the video, the second woman, who looks to be roughly five foot five in height with short dark brown hair, is seen leaving the scene after it looks like she used the other woman to cushion the fall that resulted in the destruction of a taxi cab. Police are urging citizens to not approach the woman in question as she may be armed and possible dangerous. We will have more on this situation as it develops.


2016 Shelby GT350R

The road to San Francisco was exhausting but necessary. I needed to find this man from my memories. Whoever he is, he is important enough for this memory to have broken through the conditioning. Or maybe its random. I need to find him regardless.

With no real goal set, I started with driving around the city. It was already mid-afternoon on a Saturday, traffic was heavy with people enjoying the nice weather and tourists moving about. The city has prospered after the Civil War thanks to private investors like Epsilon, bringing in new jobs and business.

Finding just one person in all this chaos would be next to impossible but I had little choice now. She deserves a fair fight and Epsilon needs to answer for what they've been doing.


And something tells me its going to be messy.


*long story short, its a shit ending but this leads into something MUCH bigger*