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Carol Susan Jane Danvers ([personal profile] tookthename) wrote in [personal profile] rubycitymods 2013-05-25 01:52 am (UTC)

[Canon] Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel | Marel 616 | No reserve

PLAYER
Name: Sabra
Age: 21
Personal Journal: NA
E-mail: earth_dragon_alchemist@yahoo.com
AIM/MSN/etc: AIM: bespectacledlioness

CHARACTER
Name: Carol Danvers
Canon: Marvel comics 616
Age: 33 (Never stated in-canon, doing my best guestamate)
Timeline: Right after the events of Issue 6 of Captain Marvel
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: Don’t know if Loki would count seeing as they’re from separate Marvel universes. If he isn’t causing problems she’ll leave him alone. She never liked messing with Aagardian affairs that much. Earth has to many problems of its own.

Personality:
Carol is an incredibly strong individual, both physically and mentally. Growing up she had to fight to be recognized as equal to her brothers, and that determination carried over into her adult life. Even before to the accident that gave her her powers she showed extreme determination, helping SHIELD with many undercover missions as a spy. Even her powers come from her extreme force of will meeting with an exploding wishing machine and her desire to help a friend. Some might consider her outgoing nature a bit much at times. Her strong character and assertive nature means she is always one to speak her mind, sometimes coming off as rather blunt. Those who count her as a friend know this, and are able to see past it to the kind individual she is. Still she knows when it is time to dial it back some. She can stay calm and quiet when needed, but has no problem yelling in your face if that’s what it takes.
There are many times in the comics she wishes she could just hit all of her problems and make them go away. She is intelligent and more than capable when it comes to solving most of her problems with her brain rather than her muscle, but she would much rather leave the critical thinking to others in the Avengers. Her independent nature means she is very unlikely to ask for help with any problem, be it of a super or personal nature. After a long series of events that left Carol in a weakened emotional state she turned to alcohol instead of telling others of her turmoil. This eventually forced the Avengers to remove her from their ranks. She rejoined them later, more powerful, confident, and sober. Several years later she takes up the mantle of Captain Marvel after the death of the original Captian Marvel. She now works as second in command in one of the many branches of the Avengers. Though she does a lot of independent work, she is always there when the Avengers need her.
Carol has a life beyond her work as an Avenger. In her personal life is where Carol’s softer side can be seen. Instead of living in the manor like many of the heros, she has an apartment in New York. Living with her is her cat, Chewie (short for Chewbacca), who receives the best care Carol can manage. Down the hall is a young girl, Kit, and her mother. Carol is Kit’s idol and Carol has given Kit the loving knickname of Lieutenant Trouble. In the most recent issued of Avengers: Enemy Within (a Carol-centric storyline) Carol displayed tact when clearing out her apartment building after learning of a possible attack. She calmly told Kit that it was her job to make sure people stayed at the corner while she cleared the building. The job was actually given to Kit’s mother, but this shows that Carol knows how to handle people in a swift and efficient way.

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Here! Ignore the Age of Ultron Section. Has not been updated to reflect the new Captain Marvel series so I will summarize briefly what you are missing:
After taking the name of Captain Marvel under the suggestion of Captain America Carol goes on to spread the ashes of her role model and friend, Helen Cobb. As it turns out Helen left Carol the old plane she claims she broke a world record in. Due to instrument malfunctions the record was invalidated so Carol sets off to prove that Helen could have done it. The plane turns out to be some sort of time machine that takes her through several temporal rifts until finally she meets a young Helen in the middle of WW2. Certain events lead Carol to find a piece of the wishing machine that gave her her powers and that, plus the plane, lead both her and Helen to the exact time and place of the same explosion. Helen is caught in the explosion and also receives Captain Marvel like powers. The two do battle until the plane is seen over head and they race to see who will get to it first, get back to the future, and be Captain Marvel. Carol of course wins and she awakes in the cockpit to find a note left from Helen explaining that she knew who Carol was the minute she walked into her bar (back when Carol was in her 20’s, before she got her powers) and that she left her the plane because of that. During all of this a good friend of Carol’s is battling cancer with Carol doing her best to help her through the difficult treatments. Luckily Carol makes it back to the hospital just in time to see her off to surgery (which is successful, btw). This is where I’m taking her from. If you would like a complete, up to date canon history let me know.

Strengths/Weaknesses:

Strengths
Courageous
Intelligent
Thinks well on her feet
Strong sense of responsibility
Self-control (most of the time)

Weaknesses
Can become too single-minded
Alcoholic (sober, but still a thing)
Can become over-confident
Sometimes underestimates enemies
Reluctant to accept/ask for help


Abilities:
Superhuman:
Strength
Endurance
Durability
Speed
Reflexes
Energy Absorption (Heat)
Energy Projection
Flight
Minor Molecular control (She can change her clothes into her superhero uniform and vice-versa)
Multilingual (Many Earth languages including Russian, as well as Kree and Shi’ar.)
Combat Expert
Expert Pilot

First Person:
I’m not sure how I got here and I don’t really care. I’m going to tell you now that it’d be in your best interest to bring that train back around, let me back on, and take me back to New York.

[Carol’s no longer in the train station. As soon as she came to her senses she began doing recon. She did a few laps around the city and went as far out as she could in the cardinal directions. Each time the passed out at some point and woke back in the city.

Saying she’s frustrated right now is a bit of an understatement. Hovering just over the oblisk she scowls at the camera, face mask still in place.]


I saw the posters in the train station, but I’d like a bit more information than that. Where exactly am I, who brought me here, why did you bring me here and what direction is civilization in? You’ve got five minutes.

Third Person:
Okay, so being held captive in this strange city with werewolves and Harry Potter characters and other such strange individuals wasn’t as bad as she first thought. Really, the werewolves were all pretty nice and who wouldn’t want to meet a real life Harry Potter character? If it weren’t for the captive part she probably wouldn’t mind too much. The others had told her that things could get a little hairy at times, but so far it was like a vacation. The knowledge that time didn’t move back home helped alleviate some of the tension set in her shoulders, but not all of it.
Yeah, vacations were great but 1) she never asked for a vacation and 2) she couldn’t fly past the cloud cover.
Again, after she was told she wasn’t going to miss anything at home she relaxed just a little, but she still felt like she was letting everyone down the longer she stayed here. She had a duty to the people of her Earth to protect them. There were plenty of people to protect around here as well but it just wasn’t the same
The second point was bothering her more at the moment. She just woke up after her third attempt to make it into low orbit. Every time she blacked out around the cloud layer, no matter how fast she went, no matter if she held her breath or kept her mask on. This last time she even flew up with the StarkTech material around her waist acting as a shield wrapped around her just in case it was some sort of projectile. No luck. She pounded the ground in frustration, leaving a dent where her fist landed. Standing up she readies herself to try again.
The first three times she actually just wanted to get into space, do some more recon, feel the wonderful weightlessness that could only be found in low orbit. Now it’s about pride.
She takes off again, a loud boom echoes through the city as she breaks the sound barrier just before blacking out again.

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