Lilly Teal

Sweetheart, I'm not a sleeper anything! ... at least I'm sure I'm not! I think. Gladstone would have said something. I think. I'm not!


Species: Duck
Gender: Female
Marital Status: Single
Occupation: Bookshop Owner

(OOC: I'm posting the text from the 'characters on this account' blog here so it's easier to find.)

This is just a list and brief bio of all the people I play, condensed into one account for ease of use. All of these characters are RP ready so just drop a line!

Lilly Teal

: Duck
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Nationality: British

Imagine Lilly as a machine. The dials for thinking the best of people and being helpful are turned up fully and broken off. The suspicion valve wasn't even in the box. They say it'll get patched in the next OS update but they've been saying that for years.

That's the long and short of it. Kind, bubbly, and a magnet for trouble, Lilly runs a little bookshop downtown. Stop by for snacks, a chat and a browse!


Darryl Finnegan

: Duck
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Nationality: Irish

Roughly the opposite of the above (in that he's male, not british, and is a sarcastic ass). Darryl is an intelligent freelance builder with his own lab where he stays much of the time when he's not out eating his weight in food or drinking. He's a good guy, but the urge to be a troll and/or sarcastic is always too strong.

Stop by for drinks and potentially illegal machines!


Cornelius Tex

: Butcherbird
Gender: Male
Age: 55
Nationality: German

The head of FOWL's science department, Cornelius is friendly, frighteningly intelligent, socially naive, and certifiably insane. Being a literal mad scientist is very useful for FOWL... or maybe not. They spend more money doing danage control after one of his terrifying experiments than on any of their missions.

Stop by for coffee and a chat! Just don't upset him or you might end up on the table.


Matthew Halden

: Nubian Ibex
Gender: Male
Age: 52
Nationality: British

Tall and powerfully built, this businessman is always a thorough gentleman, despite the fact that he sells weapons on the black market. He can, and will, break people in half, very politely. That aside he is a very pleasant person with a legitimate business front, not one to go around being openly criminal.

Stop by for tea and weapons!


Ozymandias Brent

: Quetzal
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Nationality: American

Friendly and always too loud, Oz runs a chain of clubs of... varied reputations. Some are classy jazz clubs with dinner and a show. The kind of place you could bring a date to. Others you would really not take your date to. Unless you're both okay with that. I don't know. I don't judge. He is set and clothing designer, choreographer, and owner.

And very, very busy but always ready to chat and take your money so stop by!

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    • DarkwingPsycho

      A soaking wet and shivering Ariana rang the doorbell of the Halden residence, proud of herself for recalling the address. She could only hope that Lilly was home.

      • Gladstone Gander
        Gladstone Gander

        Well.. what could you do? RIght? No use crying over spilled milk? These things just happened right? No need to be dramatic about it?

        And with his luck he'd probably win even better suits everyday until he was fully stocked for three years right?

        Oh yeah he was going to be fine. There was no reason to...


        Well yes he fainted. But... no that was it. He fainted. Face first into a puddle where his breath bubbled weakly.

        • Lilly Teal
          Lilly Teal

          "Oh Gladstone you're aren't going to DIE."

          It would probably just feel like it.

          The smell of bleach was worrying, all the same, and she hurried over to the walk in closet. A surge of water nearly knocked her off of her feet as she opened the door, but it was mercifully brief.

          So there was no more water in the closet, that was good ri-


          I'm sorry Gladstone. There's no saving them.

          She stepped back slightly, only able to manage an "Um."

          Every suit was sopping wet, hanging limply like old dishrags as the weight of the water pulled them out of shape, ruining creases. And that would have been bad enough, except for the fact that there were large bleach stains on the fabric, like ugly wounds.

          The strangest part was there wasn't even any bleach IN the closet.

          "We can... um, probably use some baking soda so it doesn't eat through the fabric?"


          "It won't fix the stains..."

          WHY, CRUEL WORLD.

          • Gladstone Gander
            Gladstone Gander

            As the water poured on his head in a steady stream, every inch of him soaked through and through he just exhaled irritably through his nostrils.

            "I think you're onto something-" he shifted his weight to get up and his hand slipped on the puddle around him. He tipped just as the pillow was lifted and before anything beneath the soggy pillow could be seen his head crashed down on it.

            Stars danced in his vision as he dug the ring box out of his sopping wet hair and shoved it in his pocket candidly. The pipe over head naturally bursting completely and blasting him square in his prone face as he did so.

            There was a brief moment of flailing before his hand grabbed at her like a drowning man (which he practically was) and wrenched himself upright coughing and spluttering.

            "Wh-when I die today... promise you'll remember me as a handsome lucky devil and not whatever I end up as? Thanks."

            He attempted to get to his feet but slipped, thankfully not falling completely to the floor again. But he paused and sniffed the air.

            " you smell that?" He asked her curiously. "Smells like... bleach?" His eyes widened and shot to the door of his walk in closet, there was a puddle forming under the door. All he could manage was a strangled cry as he tried and failed to get to is feet again.

            "Save them!" He wailed and pointed a trembling finger at the closet. "Lilly please! I beg you save my suits!"

            There was no way either of them could know there was no undoing the damage that had already been done.

            RIP Gladstone's wardrobe.

            • Lilly Teal
              Lilly Teal


              She risked a glance upwards, as if any sudden, large movement would sent even more water crashing down.

              "It's a pipe. Let's get you out of the way of the-"

              As if on cue, a large spurt of water burst out from the leaky join, soaking Gladstone completely and thoroughly dampening Lilly.

              "We... we should move, don't you think?"

              On no, look at that, your pillow is all wet now. Tutting a little as she pushed herself back up to a sitting position, she reached for his pillow so he wouldn't be lying on sopping wet material.

              "Here, let me have it."

              NO you can't have what's under the p- I mean NO THE PILLOW IS FINE.