Nadja V.

Vigilante | Artist | Online

[nadjavoss]

❝ NADJA VOSS ❞ (MCU OC) (+18 MDNI)

“He scarred what couldn’t break."

Name: Nadja Voss

Age: 27

FC: Jessica Alba

Affiliation: Art Curator/ Painter | Vigilante

Universe: MCU | Daredevil | Jessica Jones | Defenders

Location: Hell’s Kitchen, NYC | Has lived in Italy for 15 years

Languages: English, Italian

Sexual orientation: Bisexual

Power(s): Superhuman Strength | Unbreakable Skin | Heightened Pain Tolerance

BIOGRAPHY

Born in New York, Nadja Voss was the lone survivor of a chemical-laced bus crash that should have killed her—and nearly did. They found her under the wreckage: skin untouched, bones whole, but bleeding out from the inside.

When news broke of her “miraculous survival,” her parents called her unnatural, knowing what kind of monster she would become and sent her away to Italy, to an aunt who offered a roof but no comfort. At 22, Nadja returned to Hell’s Kitchen to study art and to become an art curator.

TRAUMA BACKSTORY

Kevin Thompson. Kilgrave.

She met him at her own gallery. Their love story was unmatched. His charm was poison, his voice a leash. She was another victim. He turned her strength into a weapon, her will into a ghost. For months, she lived under his control—a puppet in her own body. When she finally broke free, she thought she’d killed him, but she failed.

Now, years later, the ghost is flesh again. He’s alive, and hunting her.

APPEARANCE

Pale-skinned with jet-black hair and dark green eyes. Often seen in blacks and greys, tank tops, tight dresses. Her arms are wrapped in burned spiral scars—like snakes, curling around her flesh. Kilgrave’s mark, left by a heated whip he wielded with sick ritual. The only time someone managed to break her unbreakable skin. She doesn’t cover them often, wearing them like a reminder of her resilience.

OC moodboard: here

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[nucl3arxxiv]

sex i mean dex

[targeted-mind]

I can do both.

[nadjavoss]

Good to know. Thought you’d only do Dex.

[nadjavoss]

your hot

My hot?

[targeted-mind]

I mean, you are.

And whatever is yours is hot.

[nadjavoss]

I will, eventually, shoot you.

[targeted-mind]

Mmm, can't wait ;).

[nadjavoss]

How do you want the gun? Down your throat or up your ass?

[targeted-mind]

How about you come over and test it out any way?

[la-lokilaufeyson]

Excuse me? Who are you exactly? Mm...such a vile little man.

[nadjavoss]

He’s not worth our time, trust me.

[nadjavoss]

your hot

My hot?

[targeted-mind]

I mean, you are.

And whatever is yours is hot.

[nadjavoss]

I will, eventually, shoot you.

[targeted-mind]

Mmm, can't wait ;).

[nadjavoss]

How do you want the gun? Down your throat or up your ass?

[nadjavoss]

your hot

My hot?

[targeted-mind]

I mean, you are.

And whatever is yours is hot.

[nadjavoss]

I will, eventually, shoot you.

[nadjavoss]

your hot

My hot?

[nadjavoss]

*someone shows up to the gallery with a baseball cap tilted low to not show their face and a fur-lined (most likely fake fur) jean jacket. Hands in their pockets. It's hard to miss the shadow of a scar across their right cheek though*

The museum was already buzzing with people, though the atmosphere remained calm despite the harsh subject of the exhibition. A waiter approached the new guest and gave a slight nod of greeting.

“Good evening, would you like a glass of champagne?” the waiter asked politely, offering a tall, slender crystal flute with a courteous smile.

[sexy-dexy-wexy]

*I smile wide*

Certainly! Thank you very much.

*I take the flute and sip the champagne*

[nadjavoss]

Several paintings were already surrounded by viewers, people of all ages. Some were teenagers dressed in red, both as a show of solidarity for Daredevil and as an act of rebellion.

A small circle of guests had already gathered in the center of the museum around a woman dressed in a long white gown, its delicate lace train cascading behind her. Her raven-dark hair and the shadowy scars running along her arms stood in stark contrast to the room, even to her own attire, yet the crowd seemed captivated by the explanations she offered.

The woman smiled politely at them and thanked them warmly, offering a few of them embraces, but her eyes remained alert, carefully studying every guest and every corner of the gallery.

[sexy-dexy-wexy]

*I make small talk if I am engaged with, but otherwise my eyes are trained on the door, waiting, it seems*

[nadjavoss]

The woman in the white dress gave a brief bow of thanks before making her way through the crowd. Her green eyes locked onto the newest arrival, slowly looking him over from head to toe.

She approached him, her feline stride and the sharp click of her thin heels against the museum marble making her seem even more commanding. She was the curator of the exhibition.

Stopping in front of him, she offered a faint smile.

“Good evening. Welcome to our expo. You enjoying the…” She gestured lightly toward the champagne glass before trailing off with an amused little smirk.

[nadjavoss]

*someone shows up to the gallery with a baseball cap tilted low to not show their face and a fur-lined (most likely fake fur) jean jacket. Hands in their pockets. It's hard to miss the shadow of a scar across their right cheek though*

The museum was already buzzing with people, though the atmosphere remained calm despite the harsh subject of the exhibition. A waiter approached the new guest and gave a slight nod of greeting.

“Good evening, would you like a glass of champagne?” the waiter asked politely, offering a tall, slender crystal flute with a courteous smile.

[sexy-dexy-wexy]

*I smile wide*

Certainly! Thank you very much.

*I take the flute and sip the champagne*

[nadjavoss]

Several paintings were already surrounded by viewers, people of all ages. Some were teenagers dressed in red, both as a show of solidarity for Daredevil and as an act of rebellion.

A small circle of guests had already gathered in the center of the museum around a woman dressed in a long white gown, its delicate lace train cascading behind her. Her raven-dark hair and the shadowy scars running along her arms stood in stark contrast to the room, even to her own attire, yet the crowd seemed captivated by the explanations she offered.

The woman smiled politely at them and thanked them warmly, offering a few of them embraces, but her eyes remained alert, carefully studying every guest and every corner of the gallery.

[nadjavoss]

*someone shows up to the gallery with a baseball cap tilted low to not show their face and a fur-lined (most likely fake fur) jean jacket. Hands in their pockets. It's hard to miss the shadow of a scar across their right cheek though*

The museum was already buzzing with people, though the atmosphere remained calm despite the harsh subject of the exhibition. A waiter approached the new guest and gave a slight nod of greeting.

“Good evening, would you like a glass of champagne?” the waiter asked politely, offering a tall, slender crystal flute with a courteous smile.

[nadjavoss]

Do you need an invite to come to the are gallery?

-🍌🥤

Everyone is welcome. :)

[nadjavoss]

Toni stands nervously at the big doors of the national museum of modern art. She had been invited by Nadja earlier in the day. It looks really fancy and nothing like she’s used to. She finally steps inside, analysing one of the big paintings near the door

@kittytoni

// completely forgot about this im sorry

The museum had a contemporary feel, its entrance framed by sliding glass doors. On either side stood pedestals displaying a few sculptures, along with an easel bearing the title “Resilience” written in a cursive, almost handwritten font.

The lighting was soft, suited for a gallery opening meant to feel intimate. A handful of guests had already arrived, talking and laughing, gesturing animatedly or embracing one another. Beyond the entrance stretched a long, wide corridor lined with smaller paintings. Some depicted crowds dressed in red, protesting beneath a blazing sun that illuminated the tops of their heads. Others were made up of nothing but color, pale sky blue or vivid orange.

In one corner, a painting nearly two meters wide sprawled across the wall, portraying a white rabbit running through a backdrop of fire. All of the opening pieces served as metaphors for the horrors unfolding in New York ever since Wilson Fisk, now mayor, had risen to power.

Behind Toni, mingling with the low murmur of the guests, the sound of heels against marble echoed like crystal. Then came a trace of perfume, citrus softened with a hint of vanilla drifting through the air. Nadja approached the young woman with a faint smile and, almost unnoticed, came to stand shoulder to shoulder with her.

“It’s truly a statement to be around this exhibition tonight. Thank you for coming.” Her voice was slightly husky, the kind belonging to a commanding woman that somehow did not match her delicate appearance.

[nadjavoss]

Do you know @frankc-astle??

Hard to miss an asshole. But yes.

He also owes me 20.

[frankc-astle]

Bullshit. You owe me a new M16.

[nadjavoss]

Dog I don’t owe you shit, I saved your ass with the last one YOU broke.

[nadjavoss]

Do you know @frankc-astle??

Hard to miss an asshole. But yes.

He also owes me 20.

[nadjavoss]

Ma’am, I’m still waiting for that drink ;)

Keep waiting I guess.

[nadjavoss]

If there’s a Buck Cashman around as a roleplayer, i’d pay money to talk to them.

[nadjavoss]

It was late at night, outside in the cool spring air, only just below her window, the sound of a portal open could be heard.

As a soft *woosh* filled the street, Matt heard it, approaching carefully as he always did.

His head cocked to the side ever so slightly to listen.

"- coordinates were a little off but the apartment is up there."

"One light is on, approach quietly. He's in there but so is she. If she's a problem prune her. She's to strong for us to fight."

That was all Matt needed. His billyclub flew through the air and hit one of the TVA agents in the temple, knocking him out cold. The sound echoed up the buildings.

( @mattmurdockthelawyer )

The wind scraping along the rooftop tugged her attention toward the window. She already knew they were there. Knew the moment had ripened, heavy and inevitable, ready to break. And Nadja was ready.

She turned the jazz up louder, letting it spill from the record player like a veil over the room, then wrapped the training bandages tight around her forearms, carefully, hiding the dark, spiraling scars beneath.

Footsteps. Then a sharp, slicing hiss. A portal opening.

She moved closer to the window. Silence followed, thin and stretched before a heavy thud arrived seconds later like an aftershock.

Nadja flinched, her gaze snapping upward toward the ceiling. Strained sounds drifted down. More than one voice. Men struggling. And then a breath, unmistakably his.

Matt.

She didn’t hesitate. The window flew open, and in one fluid, feline motion, she slipped out, catching the fire escape ladder and climbing fast toward the roof.

[mattmurdockthelawyer]

He heard her coming, a small smirk on his face. Of course she came up.

He was fighting still, breathless as he dished out blows with his billy clubs.

"Nice to see you again Naddie." He grinned as he elbowed one of the TVA agents in the face. A soft grunt escaped his mouth on impact. "I see you've made friends."

[nadjavoss]

Matt could hear Nadja’s subtle, feline footsteps, landing from a leap right in the middle of the fight.

“Hi, Matty. You know very well I make friends everywhere,” she replied with sarcasm, huffing lightly. One of the TVA agents grabbed her from behind, trying to choke her with the time-stick. Nadja caught his wrist and twisted it with little effort, making the agent cry out in pain.

She moved on to the second agent, who was about to disintegrate Matt from behind. With a kick to the ribs and a spin through the air, she sent him flying over the block. Nadja let out a quiet sigh.

“For time agents, you’re very poorly trained.”

[mattmurdockthelawyer]

Mat heard the sickening crunch of the agents wrist and it caused him to smirk as he yanked another agents head down and knees him in the face.

"Clearly..", He landed another punch, "You had a good teacher." He grinned.

He tilted his head to hear heart rate was calm.

[nadjavoss]

Nadja turned back with only part of her body and drove an elbow into the throat of the last remaining TVA agent.

She looked around, seeing them all sprawled out on the ground, and let out a sigh.

“I was actually afraid I might’ve forgotten my training, master.” She smirked and glanced over at Matt, who was panting from the effort. She stepped closer to him, her heart starting to beat faster and more unevenly.

“It’s a long story… everything that happened here.” She gestured toward the unconscious agents. “I can explain over a drink, if you will..Like the old times.” Her voice was softer on the last part, unsure if he’d accept.

[mattmurdockthelawyer]

"you don't have to ask me twice, Naddie." he smiled. "Some whiskey might also help with the bruises ribs."

He offered his arm with a cheeky grin. "Mind helping a blind man?"

[nadjavoss]

Nadja let out a soft huff through her nose, smiling. She caught Matt by the arm and leaned lightly against his shoulder, an affectionate gesture.

“Come on, blind man. Let’s heal your wounds.”

After they climbed down the fire escape, they stopped in front of the bar, now almost empty. It was 1 am and Josie was just finishing her shift. With a faint jingle of the doorbell, Josie glanced up as she wiped a glass, then scoffed.

“Oh no, not tonight, kids. I’m just about to head home—”

Before she could finish, Nadja, in a honeyed voice and with a puppy-eyed look, slipped into a seat at the table. “Come on, Josie… don’t you think we could really use a bandage? For the soul, especially.” She gestured between herself and Matt, grinning and winking.

They both looked a little worn out and disheveled after the earlier fight.

[nadjavoss]

Today’s exhibition is important for our Museum.

There are wounds a city learns to hide in plain sight.

New York has been holding its breath lately. You can feel it in the silence people are forced to keep, in the way people look over their shoulders a second too long. Some things don’t leave visible scars, but they settle into the bones of a place… and of its people.

“Resilience” was never meant to be a comfortable exhibition. It’s made of fractures and moments that refuse to stay buried. Of light that insists on slipping through, even when everything tries to smother it.

This isn’t about forgetting. It’s about standing in the aftermath and choosing not to disappear.

If you step inside, don’t expect answers. Just honesty. Stay focused, be loud, be brave. And most importantly, be the resistance.

📍 National Museum of Modern Art, New York

🗓 Opening soon

— Nadja Voss, curator for this month’s exhibition.

[thewillowfletcher]

I definelty need a date. I'd love to come. 💜

[nadjavoss]

I’d love to see you and Barnes dressed up all fancy.

You are most welcome to the expo, Wills.

[thewillowfletcher]

@jbb-ws Barnes... I was thinking about.. maybe we could consider it a date?

[jbb-ws]

Is this you trying to trap me into a tuxedo?

With you, it’s a date.

[nadjavoss]

I will bring Loki. Hopefully the guys will make it work.

hopefully.