Quiverwing Duck

@drakemallard "Because you're an inveterate pessimist?"

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Age: 30-something
Species: Mallard
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Immaterial
Marital Status: Aggressively Single
With: Nobody
Occupation: Solitary masked vigilante / Private Investigator
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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.

 

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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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    • Melody Demeanor
      Melody Demeanor

      "Oh." Stare. "Well I guess I could bring my taser with me or something, in case things start to get murder-y."

      Worth a try, in any case.

      "Nice meeting you, Quiverwing."

      • Quiverwing Duck
        Quiverwing Duck

        "Ah... yeah. That's probably my fault," Quiverwing admitted, when she complained about the safety of the 'Bad Side'. "I've dropped the murder rate there significantly and it's made the muggers uneasy." He was not, at this point, expecting any thanks from her for that.

        "I cannot believe I'm saying this, because I'm going to feel really bad if you die, but try the mid town area." He rolled his eyes and lifted his hands in a shrug. "They're not too violent over there, and they tend to fall over after you've barely punched them at all."

        • Melody Demeanor
          Melody Demeanor

          "That's uh, very thoughtful of you." This guy is unusually polite and non-judgmental. Maybe he has a few questionable proclivities of his own...

          "Well thanks anyway. For the advice." Mostly the helpful stuff about what she was doing wrong to scare off potential muggers.

          "I should probably get home soon anyway. I live on the Bad Side of town. Honestly? Not living up to the hype so far. The rent is cheap, though. Good luck with stopping the bad guys, or whatever."

          • Quiverwing Duck
            Quiverwing Duck

            "Please forgive me, madam, I didn't mean to make untoward assumptions with regards to your personal proclivities." Quiverwing took off his hat again and bowed to Melody with a flourish of his cape. "But it would be remiss of me to give you that kind of information, if I had even the merest suspicion that you might use it to put yourself into actual danger."

            After he put his hat on again, he gave its brim a flick with his finger, so that it resettled at a rakish angle. "However, I have rescued several damsels who either enjoyed the capture, the rescue, or both. I have no intention of shaming you for it, my only concern is that you don't get maimed or killed."

            The masked archer was quiet for another beat, then added, "Also, I wasn't talking about typing, I meant there are people around who'll tie you up and not try to, for instance, throw you into an actual tank full of sharks or a pit filled with knives. It's just a thought."

            • Melody Demeanor
              Melody Demeanor

              "What?? I?? Can't? Believe? You'd? Accuse? Me? Of? That?" The nerve of this guy! Also was he like psychic? Can he peer into people's souls because if so that's incredibly rude and intrusive.

              "Also like, not that I would know or anything, but roleplaying is so boring and unfulfilling. I don't know why anyone would spend waking hours of their life sitting online typing out words at other people who pretend they're acting out those words. It's just... weird."

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              • Quiverwing Duck
                By Quiverwing Duck
                @drakemallard "Because you're an inveterate pessimist?"
                • Quiverwing Duck
                  By Quiverwing Duck
                  @drakemallard Quiverwing just snored on the bar room floor, the sound somewhat muffled because his hat had landed perfectly on his beak. Unfortunately, he probably would remember it all.
                  • Quiverwing Duck
                    By Quiverwing Duck
                    @drakemallard Quiverwing just squinted at Darkwing, as if he could not quite focus. "Man, you're the one getting hung up on that, now." He planted his hands on the bar top to steady himself as he stood up, and pointed at his doppleganger. "Self-centered." Then he fell over backwards and hit the floor with a loud thud, unconscious.
                    • Quiverwing Duck
                      By Quiverwing Duck
                      @drakemallard "That... is not the point I was making. The point..." Quiverwing clasped one hand over his forehead as he tried to remember the point he was making. "The point is the libel is the annoying part. Not the allegations. Maybe you're insecure about it. I dunno, everyone thinks I run around in a frickin' dress and I don't even care."

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                      • Quiverwing Duck
                        Quiverwing Duck commented on the blog Viva Paris
                        With a quiet sigh, QDrake said to Gosalyn, "You barely slept." But, maybe she would calm down again by the time he wanted to have a nap. He gave Gladstone a smile when he asked the duckling for a dance. Kind treatment towards his daughter seemed to...
                        • Quiverwing Duck
                          Quiverwing Duck commented on the blog [RP] Christmas With the Mallards
                          After being repeatedly shot, stabbed, beaten, and thrown into a variety of death traps, it would be a little anticlimactic if QDrake died just by eating a proper meal for once. Moving his arm to reveal his bleary eyes, he gave Jacob a slow nod."It's...
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                            Quiverwing Duck commented on the blog RP: Every Little Thing She Does
                            "Yes. Thank you." Quiverwing was starting to feel a little self-conscious again, because he was leaning towards Morgana very slightly. He was actually fighting the urge to hug her or do something hug-adjacent. "I... will see you again soon, then....
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                              Quiverwing Duck posted on Quiverwing Duck's message board
                              "Ah... yeah. That's probably my fault," Quiverwing admitted, when she complained about the safety of the 'Bad Side'. "I've dropped the murder rate there significantly and it's made the muggers uneasy." He was not, at this point, expecting any thanks...
                              • Quiverwing Duck
                                Quiverwing Duck posted on Quiverwing Duck's message board
                                "Please forgive me, madam, I didn't mean to make untoward assumptions with regards to your personal proclivities." Quiverwing took off his hat again and bowed to Melody with a flourish of his cape. "But it would be remiss of me to give you that kind...
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                                  Quiverwing Duck commented on the blog RP: Every Little Thing She Does
                                  "Oh, gosh." Quiverwing stood up, re-buttoning his suit jacket and straightening his necktie. "I apologize for taking up so much of your time, Morgana, but at the same time, I appreciate it a great deal." He touched his hand to his chest, bowing...
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                                    Quiverwing Duck posted on Quiverwing Duck's message board
                                    Quiverwing lightly touched his fingertips to his forehead and shut his eyes. He looked very peaceful for a moment. Then, in a sweet and reasonable tone, he explained to Melody, "Negaduck is a viciously brutal fighter. Civilian casualties are like...
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                                      Quiverwing Duck posted on Quiverwing Duck's message board
                                      "Okay. Three things." Quiverwing turned slightly to take advantage of the breeze, letting it flap his cape. "First. Negaduck is very dangerous and possibly the second biggest jerk I have ever met in my entire life." He held up one finger, then...