Age: 28
Species: Raccoon
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Demi
Marital Status: Single
With: N/A
Occupation: Antiques Dealer/Superhero

Cheerful and earnest, Estelle is for the most part easy-going with a tendency to go with the flow and let any negatives roll off her and a genial attitude… but also impulsive and easily distracted, having taken up heroing on the spur of the moment and capable of being thrown off by an interesting detail that may or may not be related to what she’s doing at the time. When she does focus, she can laser in on an activity or idea for hours at a time, overlooking obvious things outside her current tunnel vision; at her best she can combine her focus and her eye for detail into a formidable force, but it’s not something that comes altogether easily. As well, she is superstitious and can be fearful of anything with a supernatural dent - she tends toward careful rituals when unpacking new antiques, and is easily upset when such rituals (or any routine) is interrupted. She’s also fidgety, often playing with spinner rings (or the end of her whip if in costume), and doesn’t take kindly to having her fidgeting mocked or called out. It helps her stay grounded.

Estelle’s bursts of hyperfocus do have their advantages - she easily memorizes facts and details about things that catch her interest, giving her an eclectic mix of knowledge with surprising uses, and even her distractable side has its advantages in allowing her to notice something out of place that others might not. Having lived with them her entire life, Estelle takes her own quirks in stride and displays great patience for the idiosyncracies of others, making her a sympathetic ally if one only asks (and sometimes even if they don’t).

Background: A ranch girl by upbringing, Estelle moved to Saint Canard directly out of high school to attend college in the big city and then moved on to leading tours with her art and architectural history degrees. Finding the job unfulfilling, she took out a small loan and opened an antique store that she happily operated for several years… until she accidentally came into possession of a valuable artifact that put her shop in Negaduck’s sites.

Rescued by Darkwing Duck and Quiverwing Quack, Estelle found herself inspired - and, on impulse, dug up her high school wrestling and competitive whipcracking skills to take to the streets as a masked crusader in her own right (originally operating under the name Ringtail). After a bit of a false start due to not using said skills in years (and being mistaken for a burglar), she warmed up to the routine and, at Quiverwing Quack’s suggestion, took up the more distinctive name ‘Shooting Star’. 

Likes: Antique reality shows, tea, pizza, knitting, silly ‘archaeology’ movies (such as Indiana Jones and The Mummy)

Dislikes: Jokes about having ‘two masks’, ghost stories, being interrupted, being called a ‘space case’/ditz/et cetera

Strengths: Knowledge of art and architecture turned to deductive purposes (and useful in getting around rooftops), large mental database of seemingly random trivia, 

Weaknesses: Poor impulse control, easily distracted, somewhat superstitious, difficulty staying still for long periods, tendency to 'space out’ on occasion

Talents: Greco-Roman wrestling (with some pro wrestling tossed in as needed), competitive whipcracking turned to combat and grappling purposes, easy memorization of facts that interest her, excellent sense of direction

Fears: Ghosts, the number thirteen, sinkholes (a subject of moderate paranoia), deep water



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    • ShootingStar
      ShootingStar commented on the blog Centaur in the Big City
      Ah, so Harmonizer was talking about who Shooting Star thought she was! That was interesting; she wondered how she had managed to form a relationship with the plant-duck. It'd probably be rude to ask, but... it was probably a good thing,...
      • ShootingStar
        ShootingStar commented on the blog Centaur in the Big City
        Shooting Star had been listening quietly, focused sharply on the centaur as he spoke, cup of tea cooling between her hands. If there was a spell... then there was a counterspell, right? Maybe there was something... there had to be...
        • ShootingStar
          ShootingStar commented on the blog Centaur in the Big City
          Shooting Star let out a whooshing sigh of relief, returning Max's smile as she lowered her hands. Things sure were easier with a horse that understood what you said! Well... thinking of him as a horse wasn't quite right, was it? Especially if Max...
          • ShootingStar
            ShootingStar commented on the blog Centaur in the Big City
            "Hey, hey." Shooting Star held her hands up placatingly, voice soft. (It was in fact the same tone she'd use with an actual spooked horse; she did hope that didn't offend him.)  "No one's here to cause problems - just to solve 'em." She moved...
            • ShootingStar
              ShootingStar commented on the blog Centaur in the Big City
              "Wow," Star said after a moment. The resemblance to her hero did not escape the raccoon, but... Sir Emiry's calm tones and odd speech set him apart. Well, that and the horse thing. But odd things did happen in St Canard. Ducks turning into...
              • ShootingStar
                ShootingStar commented on the blog Centaur in the Big City
                  Shooting Star turned carefully to fully face the shadowy figure, blinking slowly as she studied the distinct silhouette.  Well, it was definitely not the headless horseman. Of course not. Why had that even crossed her mind? Not a...
                • ShootingStar
                  ShootingStar commented on the blog Centaur in the Big City
                  The sight of the duck caught Star's attention first. Another masked prowler... Wait, no. Prowler sounded sinister. Masked ... well, never mind, the thing to do was figure out if the duck was friend or foe-- And then the hooves...
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