Red Nova

@drakemallard "You're getting worse, you do realize that? This is why creeps like Negaduck keep getting away. And they say I'M a public menace!"

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Age: 25
Species: Canine
Gender: Female
Occupation: Criminal
About

Main OC:

Born as Ellie Scapelli, daughter of Tony 'Trigger' Scapelli, the oldest of a group of racketeers padding the seedy underbelly of St. Canard, she was once a weapons specialist and arms dealer for the black market.

Commissioned by Negaduck to create a massive super weapon to level the city with, she cracks under the pressure and presents him with a malfunctioning creation. Furious at the weapon backfiring and ruining his plans, Negaduck leaves her trapped in one of her warehouses, triggering every explosive she ever made to go off at once, blowing her sky high.

Thought to be dead, Ellie wakes up months later- badly burnt, disfigured, and missing an arm- under the care of an unstable scientist by the name of Madam Anna Matronic. Having an affinity for canines, and having planned on fusing Ellie's body with her machines, she instead decides to assist Ellie in her quest for vengeance against Negaduck.

Shedding her old identity and ties with the mafia all together, Ellie begins her new life as Red Nova, feeling a greater purpose, and begins making weapons again with personal modifications to allow her easy use. Concealing her identity behind a helmet, visor, or goggles, she takes to the skies with a jetpack to allow for easier maneuvering, shooting across the skyline at break neck speed.

She becomes obsessed with explosions and astronomy, convinced that the trauma she went through gave her a new perspective on life. She intends to share it with St. Canard, reasoning that there is no way to save the city, it has to be burnt down to the ground, to start over again, like the rebirth of a star.

 

Other Characters Penned:

Alex (Al) Inkwell, an OC of the Darkwing Duck universe who runs a comic book shop in St. Canard. She's an avid collector of old toys, comics, and video games, obsessive over whatever her latest interest is.

A real creep.

 

 Fenton Crackshell, a character from Ducktales, this particular one being the 87 version. He often commutes across the bay to St. Canard for occasional business on behalf of his employer and may or may not become entangled with the criminally inclined.

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      By Red Nova

      @drakemallard "You're getting worse, you do realize that? This is why creeps like Negaduck keep getting away. And they say I'M a public...More

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        @Blackartsbeagle "Wouldn't that imply he'd have a soul to miss?"

        • Red Nova

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          @DarkwingDuck "If that article's on you, I'd believe that one. I guess in order to be credible she has to get SOME details right."

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            @barkybarkwoof "You'd better come up with a good story for St. Canard to remember you by, because they'll be the last words you ever leave...More

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              • Red Nova
                Red Nova

                Nova stomped over to him, seething down at him and smacking the bouquet over him . "YOU are no hallucination, because at the very least, that version of you would know what he was apologizing for! After all this time, you REALLY don't know what you did to me, do you?!"

                She grabbed his cape and began to haul him by it back towards her hideout. "Well if you don't remember, I guess I'll just have to jog your memory, eh?!"

                She kicked the door in and yanked him through, grunting, "...Geez, for a short guy, you're heavier than I thought you'd be..." It was his ego, no doubt, that packed so much weight onto him. That or large quantities of balut.

                • Negaduck
                  Negaduck

                  BLAM.

                  "ARGGHH SON OF A SONGBIRD nnngffffUDGENUGGETS right in the GRASSHOLE"

                  From where the force of the well aimed blow had knocked the nefarious 'nice' guy writhing, he twisted to question, most politely, his amiable assailant.

                  "WHAT THE CHEERFUL CHIPMUNKS WAS THAT FOR"

                  See folks. This is why you never apologise.

                  • Red Nova
                    Red Nova

                    "I insist."

                    Between the flapping folds of his dark cape, the red dot settled into a meaningful place, amidst fluffy tail feathers.

                    Oh, this was going to be the best gift she'd ever given AND received!

                    The shot fired out of her prosthetic.

                    • Negaduck
                      Negaduck

                      "No need!"

                      Waving it off without stopping. God these saps with their emotions. How was he going to get through each one of these without barfing?

                      "My gift to you."

                      Don't even mention it. Ever.

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                      • Red Nova
                        Red Nova commented on the blog One Man's Trash is Another Man's Treasure
                        Fenton could practically hear the throb of his heart as it climbed to his throat- he just had to get that case back, but not at the cost of revealing his super secret identity! Though he supposed it wasn't the end of the world, after all, many could...
                        • Red Nova
                          Red Nova commented on the blog Cruzin’ for a bruisin’
                          Fenton felt the helmet slip up the sides of his head and he panicked, wriggling around in the disabled suit. This was far from ideal! A hero's identity was important, not just to protect one's personal affairs, but to uphold a visage of true...
                          • Red Nova
                            Red Nova commented on the blog One Man's Trash is Another Man's Treasure
                            "Well ye-yes, it's mi- well, more appropriately, not mine, but I know the person it belongs to, yes, indirectly, as I said!" Fenton flashed a nervous grin, "It's very important I get it back!" Especially if there was criminal activity underway, he...
                            • Red Nova
                              Red Nova commented on the blog Cruzin’ for a bruisin’
                              Oh sure, the offer was plenty tempting to anyone with a pair of eyes, especially someone who'd broken up with their sweetheart not too long ago and was still licking his wounds and mourning. A tantalizing distraction was any hero's greatest...
                              • Red Nova
                                Red Nova posted on Stegmutt's message board
                                "Just what the city needed, another freak roaming the streets." A true freak too. By all accounts, she had no right to judge someone based on appearance, all things considered, but how often did you see modern day dinos operating hot dog carts? Now...
                                • Red Nova
                                  Red Nova commented on the blog Everything Old is New Again
                                  There was little time to plan things out adequately, this bozo had showed up and completely ruined everything for her, and if they were caught, past acquaintance or not, he'd be added to the top of her hit list. "Tch- FINE! The warehouse division,...
                                  • Red Nova
                                    Red Nova commented on the blog Cruzin’ for a bruisin’
                                    Of course, the inappropriate comeback was lost on Fenton, and just as he was about to retort and issue a proper citizen's arrest, the sensation of several volts of electricity raced through his suit, causing various malfunctions from the onslaught...
                                    • Red Nova
                                      Red Nova commented on the blog Cruzin’ for a bruisin’
                                      Fenton had never been happier that his suit had been equipped with a built-in visor. Nobody needed to see the hero becoming flustered from the noticeably garish gal who he was supposed to apprehend swiftly and triumphantly. It was an embarrassment...

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