Quiverwing Duck

@Eidolon "Drop a penny anywhere in Duckburg."

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Age: early 30s
Species: Mallard
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Disastrous
Marital Status: Improbable
With: Ariana McCawber
Occupation: Masked Vigilante / Private Investigator
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Drake Mallard, P.I. - Quiverwing Duck's (arguably) mild-mannered alter ego


 

Origin Story:

In an alternate universe there is a St. Canard where things are a little more shadowy and the Dark Deco aesthetics are more strongly embraced. For the most part, this means a population that wears fedoras unironically and tends to prefer Streamline Moderne styling on everything up to and including their smartphones.

In this world, Darkwing Duck delivered two-fisted justice to the criminals of St. Canard, swooping in with gas guns akimbo and a flip kick to the head. He was steadfast (some might say 'stubborn') about working alone, but eventually relented and took on a sidekick. His daughter, Gosalyn, grew up knowing her father was a masked crime fighter and was determined to follow in his footsteps.

Realizing that Gosalyn was going to do this whether he condoned it or not, Darkwing decided it was better to keep her where he could see her and protect her.  As a daring dynamic duo doling out drubbings to disorderly dastards, Darkwing Duck and Quiverwing Quack made an excellent team. Except when it got too late on school nights, of course; bedtime was non-negotiable.

This routine became the ultimate in father-daughter bonding activities, and everything was great--until, suddenly, it was not. Quiverwing Quack made the ultimate sacrifice to save her father and all of St. Canard. For Drake Mallard, Darkwing Duck died on that night as well. For Drake Mallard, Darkwing Duck was responsible for his daughter's death.

Although he fell into deep despair, Drake knew that Gosalyn would have given him a severe dope slap for giving up under any circumstances. Clinging to the memory of her fiery spirit and his love for her, Drake returned to crime fighting. Unwilling to resume his prior masked persona, he instead decided to honor his fallen hero and took on the mantle of Quiverwing Duck.

This time, however, he really is determined to work alone.

 

UPDATE: The 'working alone' thing is really not going to plan.

UPDATE II: A lot of stuff happened. That will be properly written... later. A brief, non-comprehensive summary follows:

Despite putting up resistance, Quiverwing Duck/Drake Mallard ended up with friends and loved ones. He adopted NegaGosalyn. He cheered up enough to smile again. While in costume he tried to avoid media attention so he could lurk around as a crime fighting urban cryptid, but that only encouraged them; his playing hard to get, along with his politesse and charm, also earned him a fan following.

Granted, his fan demographic tends to be 'ladies', or at least 'people who appreciate looking at a short yet comely fellow', particularly after he was featured (with gratuitous shirtlessness) in Heroes Monthly (and, more recently, as the cover feature for Fit & Feather). Finally, recognition for working out three hours a day and maintaining 11% body fat and justifying how that isn't obsessive at all. Some guys theorize that 'Arrow Guy' isn't really a hero, and is just some actor pretending at it for attention. It's fine. Quiverwing is happy to let others underestimate him.


Note: Although this character is adapted from the comics, other than the backstory provided for him for his own world, I'm not otherwise following the 'Crisis' story canon. I mean, can you imagine?

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      Quiverwing Duck

      "Oh, I see." Drake was relieved to learn that the visit wasn't due to something like murder. "I was spending some quality time with my girlfriend when that whole... development ramped up, so I only knew about it once it was all over." It was difficult for him to avoid news of notable arrow-related activity, since his alter-ego was that Arrow Guy.

      He gave Feliciana a gentle smile. "It's all right. I'd already forgiven you, but thank you for your apology. I'm sure we'll appreciate your treats, though, Gosalyn really loves that sort of thing."

      • Feliciana Carioca-Pistoles
        Feliciana Carioca-Pistoles

        After a while she relented, sniffling as she wiped her eyes on the hanky.
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        "Negaduck...He shot an arrow at me and...I felt something I really never felt before- hate. Like I hated everyone and everything, I said mean things to you, and Zio Donald, and J-James..."
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        "I-I made you and Gosalyn some italian desserts...Y-You ca throw them away if you want. I-I wouldn't blame you after that nasty thing I said..."

        • Quiverwing Duck
          Quiverwing Duck

          The sound of sobbing was an unfortunately familiar one around a private investigator's office. Most people who needed to hire one tended to be in a turbulent emotional state when they arrived. Drake was already closing files and setting them aside before the jay all but flung herself into the office, and had only managed to stand up before she nearly pulled him off his feet for a hug.

          "Hey, are you okay? What's the matter?" Drake patted her back gently, and produced a fresh handkerchief from his suit pocket, offering it to Feliciana. "What happened?"

          • Feliciana Carioca-Pistoles
            Feliciana Carioca-Pistoles

            It was a quiet morning in Drake's PI Office. Was being the key word as loud yet familiar sobs and footsteps came rushing towards his direction.
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            A blue jay burst through the door, putting down a few quackerware containers before practically jumping over his desk to pull him in for a hug.
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            "I-I'm so- so sorry!!" She said between her sobs.
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            "I-I w-was hit by an arrow that made me hate everythingandIsaidsomemeanthingstoyou--"
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            Oh boy, she could barely be understood.

            • Quiverwing Duck
              Quiverwing Duck

              @stegmutt Quiverwing looked down at the cookie crumbs still dusting some of his tunic, then at the considerable number of cookies both broken and whole on the pavement around him. "Well, I wasn't trying to wear them. Er..."

              The last question was a little difficult to answer. "Yes, you can have all of them if you want," said Quiverwing, who was compelled to quickly add a caveat, "But they were in my mouth. And now they're..." he gestured downwards. "I mean, they're on the ground, you don't... want to eat something like that... do you?"

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                  As Drake dangled there, he had to wonder if he'd hit his head a little too hard when he'd slammed into the crane's mast. Negaduck didn't seem to be as nefarious as he usually was. Sure, Negaduck wasn't acting like a particularly principled paragon...
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                        "Oh, I see." Drake was relieved to learn that the visit wasn't due to something like murder. "I was spending some quality time with my girlfriend when that whole... development ramped up, so I only knew about it once it was all over." It was...
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                          The sound of sobbing was an unfortunately familiar one around a private investigator's office. Most people who needed to hire one tended to be in a turbulent emotional state when they arrived. Drake was already closing files and setting them aside...
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                            Quiverwing Duck commented on the blog Battle of the Dads
                            There was a barely audible sigh of relief from the besuited Drake, once Feliciana calmed down. He gently put the handkerchief in the girl's hand, so she could dry her face a little more. As he did this, he quietly said to Donald, "She knows the...
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                              Quiverwing Duck commented on the blog When Violence Fails...
                              The duckling's descent was starting to pick up speed when it was abruptly interrupted. When Drake's initial panic had passed, he had taken a proper look around and the vivid colors worn by both of the Negaversians made them a lot easier to spot. At...