Name: Carol Danvers
Aliases: Ms. Marvel
Alignment: Good
Identity Status: Secret
Age: 31
Height: 5'11”
Weight: 124 lbs
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Blonde
Powers: ||Super Strength|Super Speed|Super Stamina|Super Durability|Super Agility|Super Reflexes|Flight|Seventh Sense|Near-Invulnerability|Molecular Control|Photonic Blasts|Energy Absorption||
Abilities: ||Multilingual|Expert Pilot|Trained Combatant|Writer/Journalist||
Weapons: None
Base of Operations: Current//New York, New York. Former//Boston, Massachusetts; Cape Canaveral, Florida.
Occupation: Author/Journalist
Education: High School
Group Affiliation: None
History:
From a very early age, Carol Danvers had always had her eyes to the stars. From the moment she watched the Atlantis take off from the worn television screen in her family's Boston home, she was fascinated with the concept of space and the idea of one day becoming an astronaut. When she wasn't in school, the majority of her time would be spent outdoors reading the latest sci-fi comics or in her bedroom building models, to which her two younger brothers joined in from time to time. However, despite her drive and passion, her father reprehended her whimsical fantasies, remarking she should have a goal more attuned for a young girl. This attitude continued as Carol grew but branched out into all aspects of her life. Be it helping with manual chores or talking of a higher education, her father remained steadfast to his own values that neither was the place for a women. Though persistent, his rants only fueled her flame, making her assert herself in everything that she did to prove she could follow her dream. Grades, sports, activities- each proved a new challenge for her to overcome to show both herself and others that she could do or learn anything anyone else could with the right amount of training. Even still, when the time came for college, her father was unmoved by her grades and performance and gave their middle son the only financial spot their family could afford. With his grade and ambitions far lower than her own, Carol got the message loud and clear. Though utterly devastated, she bit her tongue and decided that if she couldn't reach the stars themselves as soon as she liked, she would get as close to them as she could. Turning her back on her father and his wayward views, Carol left promptly on her eighteenth birthday and joined the Air Force.
Though a momentary setback, Carol's time in the Air Force was a godsend. She took to flying as if she was born to soar, rising in rank and aiding her country as she did so. Her skill in combat earned her the favor of her peers and superiors, but also caught the attention of outside parties. After ten years of dedicated and outstanding service, Carol was contacted by a representative from NASA. Along side her engineering skills and flight record, she stood as potential candidate for an experimental sub-orbit rocket that was to be launched in the following years. Though he was adamant, his words were unnecessary- without a single doubt in her mind, Carol retired from the Air Force with the rank of Colonel and was transferred to Cape Canaveral.
Her training began immediately for Project Icarus- a program issued to retrieve decaying satellites and orbitals from the earth's atmosphere to prevent potential crashes with its surface. Along the way, Carol was partnered with Dr. Walter Lawson, a mid-aged scientific engineer who was to aid as a co-pilot for the mission, someone who became a trusted ally and friend. For two years, the duo persevered, side by side, and learned the ends and the outs of the mission until the day of the launch. Without a hitch, the two-man shuttle soared into the sky, Carol smiling all the while. However, days into their journey, upon reaching their first orbital disaster stuck. As the grafting claw began to pull the device in, it became clear the object was unstable. There was a rumble, then Lawson screaming. Utter shock over came her as he flung his body between her and the brilliant glass- the white light blinding as it shattered. Then darkness.
Nine months after the crash, Carol had awoke in a hospital bed in North Carolina, confused and unsure of where she was or what had happened. Surprisingly, the doctors were baffled as well, having found her unconscious body off the coast with minimal damage and not a single piece of debris form her craft. NASA had claimed it was a system malfunction, but also had little to no insight on it all. Inquiry on Lawson lead to further confusion, as he was missing as well and presumed dead. Whatever occurred, Carol would never be the same. Though unscathed physically, her mental status became a liability. Blackouts seemed to happen regularly and after prolonged hours of sleep she'd find herself in another room or bed in the hospital. Other days, she'd remember everything clearly but had high levels of anxiety and paranoia- feelings of not belonging as if everything were foreign or estranged, walking in skin that was not her own. Even as physical therapy and psychological treatments were pushed, her stability was questionable and lead for a suspension of all license. In other words, Carol was grounded.
It's been two years since Carol Danvers was checked out of the hospital. With medication, therapy, and daily routines, she's learned to combat her mental faults but still remained grounded. Opting out of returning to Canaveral or her family, she moved to Manhattan were a few old friends resided. There she's spent her days writing or her tales, her journeys, and specifically her dreams of other worlds, hoping one day to be herself again and get her wings back.
