Ashley Stillons II

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“	I’m eating well, I’m sleeping, I’m studying and I’m training. I’ll do it right this time. I won’t die this time.	”
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Ashley Stillons II

</default></title> <image source="Image"></image> <image source="image"></image> <group> <header>Basic information</header> <label>Civilian name</label> <label>Alias(es)</label> <label>Gender</label> <label>Worm start</label><default>Unknown</default> <label>Post-timeskip</label> <label>Ward start</label> </group> <group> <header>Personal Status</header> <label>Status</label> <label>General location</label> <label>Family</label> <label>Relationships</label> <label>Occupation</label> </group> <group> <header>Parahuman Status</header> <label>Legal status</label> <label>Team(s)</label> <label>Previous team(s)</label> <label>Power</label> <label>Known classifications</label> </group> <group> <header>Media</header> <label>First appearance</label> </group> </infobox> Ashley Stillions,<ref name="SB4">Damsel: Ashley Stillions - Private conversation with Wildbow, archived on Spacebattles</ref><ref name="II3.3 e4"/> known at Parahumans Online as Mangled_Wings, is a nascent hero and the clone of the previous Damsel of Distress.

Personality

Ashley's personality can be said, especially by her, to be a distilled version of the original.<ref name="II3.3 e4"/> Ashley's current personality is based around the original Damsel of Distresses (hereafter referred to as DoD) with some original memories.<ref name="II3.3 e2"/> She has a hard time remembering her childhood while her actions in combat like in the 'Boston Games' were much more clear.<ref>“Would’ve been in Boston. The slang term in the ‘scene’ was the Boston Games.”

Ashley smiled for the first time.
[...]
“Heroes, like the PRT, and like my family’s team, followed, to try and keep the peace until things settled. My family’s team was Lady Photon, Manpower, Flashbang, Brandish, Lightstar and Fleur.”

“The heroes without masks,” Ashley said.

“Yeah,” I said.

“I remember them. I was one of the villains who flocked,” Ashley said. - Excerpt from Flare 2.5</ref> Remembering that she fought New Wave when the hero team came to Boston to help with the Villain situation. Similarly she remembered that, fortuitously, she was not a multitrigger.<ref>Cap: I’m so glad I don’t have to deal with the cluster-trigger clusterfuck

Heart_Shaped_Pupil: Amen.

Mangled_Wings: Agreed. - Glow-worm P.6</ref> <ref> - Excerpt from Flare 2.5</ref> Like the original DoD she does do dramatic monologues but it is unknown if the original DoD could distinguish this as the push from her shard that Ashley can.<ref name="II3.3 e678"/>

Like other S9000 clones, given Bonesaw's messy and inaccurate cloning process, Ashley started out with a cobbled together collection of memories,<ref name="26.3c1">Though it’s somewhat justified in this instance as they don’t retain their full memories – only cobbled-together personalities and histories. - Comment by Wildbow in Sting 26.3</ref> with some memory bleed from the shard,<ref name="I25 e2">He followed obediently. “Where’s my Catherine? She’s my…”

“Your mom, silly billy.” Cognitive dissonance would be bad. He could lash out. Not that he was that dangerous, like this.

“I was going to say wife. And I have two children. They’re seven and five. Except I’m…”

“You’re seven. You’re thinking of your sisters.”

“I’m confused,” he almost mewled the words. “It hurts, so much of it hurts to think about. I- I let a lot of people down. I can feel their disappointment like… like it’s pressing in on me from all sides. I can’t hide from it and I can’t stop myself from caring. I-“

“Hush,” she said. “It all gets better when you wall yourself in, doesn’t it?”

He nodded mutely.

“Walling you in,” she said, as she put him on top of the stand. A press of the button raised the glass enclosure. She could see him relax a fraction at that.

A bit of a problem, Bonesaw mused, as the container filled with the nutrient fluid. - Excerpt from Interlude 25</ref><ref>Greendoor65: And Damsel snaps because she lost a training exercise. Honestly, it seems kinda really bad idea to have a former S9 member on your team, Amnesty or not for exactly this reason.

Also, huh, are they saying that the Clones retain some memories through the Shards (If distant and faded)? If so, that's interesting as hell.
ughzubat: In Riley's interlude she talks about the first batches of clones having some memory bleed over, she theorizes it's because of their shards
Wildbow: Good recall, yep. 15 points to Cauldryn. - Conversation with Wildbow on Reddit</ref> and a less mature connection to her shard.<ref name="I26e1">The entity observed the ongoing conflict. No less than five seconds after it had been trapped, two figures had emerged from a doorway between worlds. The entity could see the paths forming, trace them back to the source. Another world, a living world without a shard occupying it.

They engaged the eight with their own perception abilities, intervening to assist a group of others. As a pair, they opened fire with guns, then waded into hand to hand combat.

The entity looked at the male, and it saw the connection to the same shard as the eight. His connection was stronger, more mature. - Excerpt from Interlude 26</ref> However the child tinker also tweaked the psychology of her subjects to make them more stable and effective.<ref name="I25 e2"> Her test runs with the others had all worked. They were close enough to feel familiar, even if little details were off. Their personalities, their approaches, all would be close enough. Here and there, she’d fixed things, corrected the most detrimental personality traits that had been turned against them and allowed them to be captured or killed. - Excerpt from Interlude 25</ref> Because of this gaps remain; she was not originally familiar with computers or Parahumans Online, likely lack of life experience and her programming, but learned quickly.<ref name=":0">Strange_Mammal:you said you hadn’t really used a computer before
Mangled_Wings: I hadn’t.  I’m a fast learner.
Cap: this is A?
Strange_Mammal: it’s A…
Strange_Mammal: …we’re using first-letters to stay on down-low…
Strange_Mammal: …until we figure out what we’re doing
Cap: how long did it take to figure it out, A?
Mangled_Wings: Less than an hour. - Excerpt from Glow-worm P.3</ref>

In an argument on PHO in 2014, she described herself as a villain who was taking a break thanks to the Amnesty to educate and re-orientate herself.<ref name="P.3 e1">I am a villain. When I give you recommendations about leaving sleeping dogs alone I am referring to myself. When I tell you that you want to get out of the way if I have something I want? Referring to myself.

I am not one of the leeches. I pay for my own apartment. I make no trouble. Yet. Yes I am talking to the heroes. They keep their eye on me and I keep my eye on them. There are other factors. This makes degrees of sense you are not equipped to comprehend. For now it is fine and you should take my word for it.

I’m aiming to get stronger. I’m aiming to get smarter. - Excerpt from Glow-worm P.3</ref> They stated that they "don’t fly under the radar. I know what I am and I know what I’ll be, if I don’t die first" and described herself as "restless".<ref name=":1">Glow-worm P.3</ref> Regardless she had to deal with the fact that her former approach to life had ended with her killed and made into a tool for others purposes. She decided to try something new and joined the new hero team.

Due to how her personality was constructed as well of the nature of her shard she was extremely competitive. Going all in even on training exercises.<ref name="II3.3 e2"/> She still sees herself as Damsel of Distress as opposed to 'ashley'.<ref name="II3.3 e4">Ashley clenched one hand into a fist. “You realize if I hadn’t been holding back, I could have annihilated each and every one of you?”

“Woah,” Tristan said, with emphasis. “Ashley-”

She whirled on him, pointing, and he flinched, going silent. I stood from my seat.

“Ashley,” I said, because I wanted her attention off of Tristan.

“I’m not Ashley,” she said, her voice hard. “Nobody has called me that in a long, long time. I’m only Ashley because the therapists insisted and the others needed an actual name to put on the paperwork. I’m Damsel of Distress!”

“Okay,” I said. “Can we-”

I was spoken over. “I was a member of the Slaughterhouse Nine. They selected me. They had me kill and maim people. I didn’t mind doing it then, and I could do it here without blinking.”

“I don’t believe you,” Sveta said.

“I’ve died and I came back with only the vicious parts of me intact! All of the warmth, the good memories, the family, they’re just a fuzzy, indistinct dream. Those memories have no hold on me. The killing? Taking people’s arms and legs and watching them bleed out? That’s clear as anything. I could do the same to any of you.” - Excerpt from Glare 3.3</ref> Further she held herself in high regard and did not accept insults.<ref name="II3.3 e3">I started my flight toward toward Tristan.

“You’ll regret ignoring me,” Ashley said, behind me.

Pride, respect, they were key factors here. I could remember the meeting, the narrowing of the eyes. I knew Tristan was in a tough spot, but I paused, turning around in the air. I had to raise my voice to be heard with the distance between Ashley and me, as I said, “We’re not ignoring you. We’re dealing with you two against one.” - Excerpt from Glare 3.3</ref> She does not like showing weakness or disability,<ref name="4.4 e1"/> again much like the original DoD, and willingly toke a hit socially rather then reveal it.<ref name="4.4 e2">“Frankly,” I said, still quiet, angry now, “you come across worse and smaller as a person when you say no to something that costs you nothing than you do by admitting you’re disabled.”

“Temporarily disabled,” she said. “You’re wrong. I can’t think of anything worse than groveling before a child and telling her I’m weak when I’m the very opposite. I could kill everyone on this train if it came down to it. One after the other. By the time I made my way to the next train car, they would be ready for me, and it wouldn’t matter.”

I tensed as heads turned. They weren’t responding to the words. Only the emotion behind them. - Excerpt from Shade 4.4</ref> Ashley is commonly candid when dealing with others.<ref name="II3.5e1">There were cases where individuals protected themselves and cases where individuals were also protected by others. Kenzie had a role as the baby of the team, in a way. There were things she didn’t disclose and things she was intentionally or unintentionally coy about, despite her overly open personality. That was compounded by how others were ready to step up for her and defend her. That was the security they’d given her.

I glanced over my shoulder at Ashley, who was hanging back, finishing the second of the bottles of water she’d brought back with her after going to the library. Ashley was very similar to Kenzie in that department. Unguarded in terms of how open she was about many things, but she had things she didn’t talk about, and she benefited heavily from the group’s defense of her. - Excerpt from Glare 3.5</ref>

Relationships

Ashley is a member of the Chatroom group, by her own admission she is staying with the group until they failed, so she could learn how to deal with hero teams. Sveta qualified this statement saying that 'failure' in this case meant a catastrophic unrecoverable failure as opposed to organizational stumbling. Likely because of this the group the group were surprised when she expressed sympathy toward Rain's plight.<ref>of5: Mostly.  Obviously not when I’m here.  Hard to strike a balance.  It’s not good times.

Mangled_Wings: My sympathies.

Heart_Shaped_Pupil: !

of5: I… really appreciate that, a.

Heart_Shaped_Pupil: !!

Curious_Cephalopod: please, K.  Let it be. - Glow-worm P.6</ref>

They consider her to be different from the previous Ashley<ref name="II2.7">“Yes. And gradually trying to get her used to the idea of cooperating with the good guys, making sure she was staying reasonably healthy. They reached out regularly, letting her know there were better options. Except that Ashley was a different Ashley.” - Excerpt from Flare 2.7</ref> even if Ashley herself doesn't.<ref name="II3.3 e4" /> Despite her challenges she has formed connections with various group members.

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She sometimes listens to Rain,who is one of the more socially adroit members.<ref name="II3.3 e678">“This was an idiotic game, and I. Don’t. Play. Games.”

“Count down from ten,” Rain said.

Ashley whirled on him. I left the ground, flying closer, stopping when things didn’t escalate further.

“Count down from ten,” Rain said. “That’s what Mrs. Yamada says, isn’t it? When you’re wound up.”

“It’s fine when she says it.”

“It should be fine when any of us say it,” Rain said. “Count.”

Ashley tensed. I could see it in her shoulders and the way the tendons stood out in her hands.

Everyone was silent.

I waited. Ten seconds passed. Then the fifteenth, then the twentieth.

“Feel better?” Sveta ventured.

Ashley turned, staring Sveta down. “No.”

“Count down from a hundred,” Rain said.

“I’m not going to-”

“Count,” Rain said, his voice soft. “Please. You’ve said before, when you get like this, there’s a part of you that’s saying you don’t want to act this way, and you can’t listen to it. So listen to the numbers first, then listen to that part of you.” - Excerpt from Glare 3.3</ref>

Kenzie

Kenzie was able to connect with Ashley where others couldn't. Such as when the the former villain had an episode following a group training exercise.<ref>Glare 3.3</ref> Ashley was fond of Kenzie in turn, and defended Kenzie and her progress to one of the Tinker's former teammates Houndstooth. Calling his assessment of her friends situation inhumane.<ref name="4.4 e5">“Frankly, I’d really lock down the school thing. See if you can have her rotate classes or do something non-classroom. Discourage friendships with classmates, because that’s not going to go well. If she starts showing true romantic interest in anyone, shut it down hard. I wouldn’t advise her being on your team, frankly.”

“That’s extreme,” I said.

“It’s dehumanizing and disgusting,” Ashley said. “Until she’s better, no human contact or relationships. Nobody can get close to her, nobody can show kindness, nobody can help her or accept help from her? Just a breath or two away from you saying you don’t ever think she’ll be normal. You’re disgusting.”

She was starting to walk away, toward the path that had led us up the hill.

“Ashley,” I said. “I get what you’re saying, but we did agree to hear him out as a favor.”

“You hear him out then,” she said. “Tell me what you think I need to hear when you tell the others. But I’m not going to stay here and listen to this degenerate imbecile reduce her to a problem that can be solved like that. She’s human.” - Excerpt from Shade 4.4</ref> After Rain revealed his background Ashley comforted the young tinker as she processed the information.<ref>Shade 4.7</ref>

Victoria

Stated that the were pretty similar people. Victoria was able to teach Ashley how to be a bit more of a hero.<ref name="4.4 e3">I showed the others the picture and caption. I got an okay from both, and sent it.

I held the phone where everyone could see it. With the first excited response, half of Ashley’s tension seemed to dissipate. With the second and third, she smiled. - Excerpt from Shade 4.4</ref>

Appearance and Equipment

Biologically appearing somewhere between eighteen and twenty, Ashley had long "silver-blonde"<ref name="4.6 e1">“Dye it?” Sveta asked.

“Doesn’t work,” Ashley said. “I have natural silver-blonde hair, but I use my power-”

She put her hand to the side of her head and used her power. I stepped back, stumbled into Sveta, then reached out to help her catch her balance.

Ashley’s hair settled back into place. Her pupils took a long few seconds to reappear.
[...]
“My eyes and hair lose their color,” Ashley said, in a non-sequitur for Tristan.

“You’d lose the dye,” I said. “Probably.” - Excerpt from Shade 4.6</ref> hair that hung down to the small of her back.<ref name="II2.5 e1">The final member of the group entered the room. She was somewhere between eighteen and twenty, but her height might have been deceiving. Her white hair was long enough to reach the small of her back, her irises especially pale or similarly white, and she wore a black dress with a dozen straps overlapping in an intricate way at the shoulders and back. The hem of the dress was damaged at one end. Threads frayed, polyester melted, with a noticeable hole in it.

“Hi, boss,” Kenzie said, a twinkle of mischief in her eye as Mrs. Yamada gave her a stern look.

“I’m glad you could make it, Ashley,” - Excerpt from Flare 2.5</ref><ref name="II3.3 e2"/><ref name="II3.3e3">She raised her face and looked up at me. White eyes behind a black mask, behind white hair.
She used her power again. Cords, columns, and shaped explosions of lensing, bending, and darkening within the roughly cone-shaped area, over the one or two seconds that she was creating each blast. She didn’t even rise from her kneeling position. She threw herself at me, and this time she caught me entirely off guard. Her knees hit my shoulders, at least one of her arms caught me around the head, the fabric of her dress pulling against my face as she tried to fold herself around my head. - Excerpt from Glare 3.3</ref> She was thin, but had some degree of muscle.<ref name="II3.3e3"/>

The irises of her eyes were pale, almost white.<ref name="II2.5 e1"/> From a distance or in poor lighting, it was often impossible to make out what direction she was looking.<ref name="II3.3e1">Ashley was on foot. White eyes were wide open behind her mask, the pupils not visible from this distance. - Excerpt from Glare 3.3</ref><ref name="II3.3e3">Her face gave away nothing, I realized. It didn’t help that with the dust, her hair across her face, and the last remaining spots of light in my vision, I couldn’t make out her pupils. Her hands and where they were pointing were one of her tells. Her shoulders another. She was thin, but especially as she crouched there, hands slightly behind her and at her sides, shoulders pointing forward, I could see the muscles underneath the skin around her shoulder and shoulder blade.
Was there power or Manton protection there, keeping her from dislocating her shoulders when she used the recoil to move around like that? Was it just strength and practice? - Excerpt from Glare 3.3</ref> When she used her power, her irises and pupils became pure white, leaving her eyes blank for a few seconds.<ref name="II3.5e2">She tipped back her water bottle, finishing it off, and without even lowering the bottle from her mouth, used her power. Shorter than her prior uses, abrupt. It made its usual cacophony of noise, my ears ringing faintly in its wake, and it pushed her hair up and back, so it took a second to fall back into place.

She caught her balance, taking a second before she stood straight again. Then she looked at me with eyes that had no pupils, no irises, only the white, and only the dark makeup to draw out the eyelashes. Slowly, her pupils faded back in. - Excerpt from Glare 3.5</ref><ref name="4.6 e1"/>

She generally wore black dresses, one had a dozen straps overlapping in an intricate way at the shoulders and back. Some of the hem and straps had been damaged and imperfectly mended.<ref name="II2.5 e1"/><ref name="II3.2e1">“What’s it good for?” Ashley asked. She was taking things a step further than Chris’ wearing of the same shorts. She wore the same dress she had worn at the meeting, the damage at the corner mended imperfectly. One of the straps, I realized, had been damaged and patched, but her hair masked much of it. She had a black mask in her hand, but she hadn’t put it on. - Excerpt from Glare 3.2</ref> She would accessorize this with black makeup, nail polish and even masks, much like the previous DoD had done.<ref name="I1ii eDoD">A young woman entered the restaurant. Prancer almost thought it was the first of the influx, but she was alone. She was an older teenager or twenty-something, with long white hair, wearing a black dress and black makeup, and she took a seat alone at the table. She rummaged in a bag to find a book.

The waitress approached her, kettle already in hand. The money was passed across the table, and the tea was poured. A regular.

Her mask was so simple it might as well have not been there. Curious, too, that she’d come this far to read a book. Maybe someone would be joining her. - Excerpt from Interlude 1 II</ref> On one occasion, she wore a raincoat with a hood over it.<ref>Ashley was pulling on a raincoat, and Sveta’s hands were clasped in front of her.
[...]
Ashley stood on the sidewalk, her hood up. - Flare 2.7</ref>

By way of a costume she initially wore a black mask<ref name="II3.2e1"/><ref name="II3.3e3"/> that was v-shaped, covering the nose, ears, and around her eyes, leaving her eyebrows partially visible.<ref>“Chris,” Ashley said. She pulled on her mask. It was v-shaped, covering the nose, ears, and eyes, leaving just a hint of her eyebrows visible above. - Excerpt from Glare 3.2</ref>

Prosthetics

Ashley's hands were advanced prosthetics. They looked like normal, slender human hands with black-painted fingernails. The prosthetics served to help prevent her power from activating accidentally, as long as they received regular maintenance.<ref>Ashley raised a hand, slender, with black-painted nails. I couldn’t tell that her hand was prosthetic. - Flare 2.6</ref><ref>“Reports were that you died.”
“I did,” she said. “Now I’m back. My power isn’t holding me back anymore.”
“You get sparky sometimes,” Kenzie said.
“So long as my hands are maintained, I’m fine. I have contacts. I’m eating well, I’m sleeping, I’m studying and I’m training. I’ll do it right this time. I won’t die this time.” - Flare 2.6</ref> If they did not receive regular maintenance her fine dexterity would suffer.<ref name="4.4 e1">A moment later, she turned to Ashley. She lowered her voice, “Do you have powers?”

Ashley nodded.

“Can you?” Presley held out the notebook.

“No,” Ashley replied.
[...]
I was having to get used to having the nice moments be routinely touched with those sour notes.

“I can’t hold a pen,” Ashley murmured.

I looked at her.

She moved her hands from where they rested on her knee. She turned one over, moved a finger. It trembled throughout the small movement. “I’ll have my appointment after we talk to Houndstooth, get tuned up. Until then, it hurts to move my hands and I don’t trust my power. That’s why.”

“You could have explained.”

She gave me a look.

“You could have,” I said.

The look was maintained. Even with the sunglasses she wore, the disdain was clear. “Ripple effects, you said. I wouldn’t be revealing it to her alone. I’d be risking revealing it to everyone she meets from here on out.” - Excerpt from Shade 4.4</ref>

Abilities and Powers

Main article: Damsel of Distress

Presumably her powers are largely unchanged,<ref name="list">Damsel of Distress High recoil 'shotgun' bursts of warped space, disintegration and gravity shearing destroy virtually anything, fling her back. Can be used as mover power Independent/Slaughterhouse 9 Mover Shaker - Parahuman List; bolded edit by Wildbow</ref> she claims that her random firing issues are taken care of as long as her hands are maintained.<ref>Flare 2.6</ref> This could mean the previous enhancements that she had were refined and miniaturized to give her greater control.

In a fight she is extremely energetic in her combat form,<ref name="II3.3 e1">She raised her face and looked up at me. White eyes behind a black mask, behind white hair.

She used her power again. Cords, columns, and shaped explosions of lensing, bending, and darkening within the roughly cone-shaped area, over the one or two seconds that she was creating each blast. She didn’t even rise from her kneeling position. She threw herself at me, and this time she caught me entirely off guard. Her knees hit my shoulders, at least one of her arms caught me around the head, the fabric of her dress pulling against my face as she tried to fold herself around my head.

Holy shit, was my first thought. She was not letting up. Every time she acted, it was with the energy of a sprinter taking off from their starting position, except her power gave her more of a push, and the jarring noises only magnified the surprise of it. - Excerpt from Glare 3.3</ref> and can propel herself wherever she wants.<ref name="II3.3 e44">“It’s obvious you have control,” I said. “Kenzie, can you show the walljump?”
[...]
Kenzie jumped to the scene. Ashley leaping off of the wall with one foot, her power just starting to explode out from her hands. The power looked more solid in projection than it did in reality.
[...]
“The walljump,” I said. “The sequences of blasts to maneuver and the whole-body coordination it must take. That, to me, says control.” - Excerpt from Glare 3.3</ref> This forward moving combat approach makes her very hard to predict thanks to her head to head nature and the chaotic expression of her power.<ref name="II3.3 e2">“Hoo,” I said. My heart was pounding, and I fanned myself a bit with my hand. “You do remember this is a training exercise, right?”

“You do realize my team is going to win this?” she retorted. Her hands shifted position slightly.

Her face gave away nothing, I realized. It didn’t help that with the dust, her hair across her face, and the last remaining spots of light in my vision, I couldn’t make out her pupils. Her hands and where they were pointing were one of her tells. Her shoulders another. She was thin, but especially as she crouched there, hands slightly behind her and at her sides, shoulders pointing forward, I could see the muscles underneath the skin around her shoulder and shoulder blade.

Was there power or Manton protection there, keeping her from dislocating her shoulders when she used the recoil to move around like that? Was it just strength and practice?

I’d relied on instinct to respond to her, and I didn’t love that I’d relied on that instinct. I wanted to be careful and thoughtful about the moves I made and Ashley’s approach allowed absolutely none of that. I was left to digest that I’d reacted to her by fighting, going the opposite direction instead of the Judo-like approach of using the enemy’s strength against them. - Excerpt from Glare 3.3</ref>

She is acknowledged to have a high degree of control,<ref name="II3.3 e44"/> and is able to use her warp blasts to erase small items.<ref name="II3.5e2"/><ref name="II4.1 e1">Ashley, on her screen, paused to write something down.

LEAVING SOON

She used a small burst of her power to destroy the paper shortly after writing it down.

Kenzie snapshotted the note, then typed it up, adding it to a log in the sidebar, where it joined two other brief notes that Ashley had written on her way into Cedar Point. - Excerpt from Shade 4.1</ref> This control, partially a function of her prosthetic limbs, was unavailable to her predecessor.

History

Background

Main article: Damsel of Distress

Post-Echidna

When Defiant killed the original DoD her DNA was already preserved by Bonesaw, this was used to create several clones for The Slaughterhouse Nine-Thousand. This seems to be the basis for Ashley's claim to have worked with over 20 villains in the past.<ref name=":1" />

Post-Timeskip

She and her finished clone sisters were awakened with the rest of The Slaughterhouse Nine-Thousand and was used in the rampage. Killing several people over the course of the event.<ref name="II3.3 e4"/>

Gold Morning

She was one of the instances of the cloned Damsel that survived the initial deployment. She formed a family unit with her fellow clone afterward. Then a goddess stepped in and Ashley was used along with other surviving parahumans to end Gold Morning.<ref>I found members of Bonesaw’s Slaughterhouse Nine. Clones who’d fled, or who’d been left behind, lurking in dark corners, or simply hiding. A Mannequin, two Damsels that were keeping each other company, a Night Hag-Nyx hybrid, and a Crawler-Breed hybrid. - Excerpt from Speck 30.4</ref>

Glow-worm

On August 19th Y1, Ashley registered a PHO account from a library computer. She argued about the post-Gold Morning amnesty with other users, then was invited to the Chatroom group.<ref name=":1" />

She claimed that it only took her less than an hour to learn to use a computer for the first time.<ref name=":0" /> However, Strange_Mammal noticed that she had been logged in all day, and concluded that this was a lie. Manged_Wings was angry at the implication.<ref>Strange_Mammal: for your information…
Strange_Mammal: …others can see time you spend online on your profile.  you spent longer than one hour…
Strange_Mammal: …you’ve been online all day.
Mangled_Wings: I am at the library.  Something to do with that, I’d think.
Strange_Mammal: it doesn’t work that way.  I am 95% sure.
Strange_Mammal: there is no need to lie, A
Strange_Mammal: the reason for this project is supposed to be we know each other
Strange_Mammal: K will find out if she does not already know.  she pays attention to those things
Mangled_Wings: If you are 95% sure there is still 5% chance you are wrong.  Assume you are wrong before you get on my bad side.
Mangled_Wings: You do not want to get on my bad side. - Excerpt from Glow-worm P.3</ref>

Capricorn later noted that Ashley was practically living at the library.<ref name="P.7 e1">Cap: C was saying he had to go get lunch soon.
Cap: I think that’s why he left
Cap: A is eating too. she practically living at library now I think.
Cap: but she has to leave it to eat. - Excerpt from Glow-worm P.7</ref>

Early Ward

Agreed to join the nascent hero team she regularly hung around a certain villain bar.<ref name="I1ii eDoD"/>

Arrived at the latest therapy group meeting and came face to face with a former hero.<ref>Flare 2.5</ref>

When taking part in a training exercise she took command of the younger heroes in the group, and went all in for her strategy. Her team lost the engagement, which she did not take well, but was convinced to step away and calm down.

As the team was preparing to leave she told Victoria that she wasn't even the most screwed up person in the team. Closer to the third. She also reiterated that she expected to be returning to villainy preferably after helping her teammates with their various issues.

She would infiltrate Hollow Point and met Prancer again.<ref name="4.1">Shade 4.1</ref>

Trivia

• Her life following her creation would have been subject to another quest sometime after PRT Quest had concluded.<ref name="R1">6. Damsel of Distress Quest - pre & post S9, possibly post-Worm, hinting at elements of sequel, North America - Comment by Wildbow on Reddit</ref>

References

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