Jacob: "Ah, then you're in luck. It's a cat cafe."


Gender: Female/Male

Ariana McCawber:

A twenty-three-year-old from Transylvania, Ariana first lived in Duckburg for a couple of years before moving to St. Canard.  So far her two years in the city have been eventful.  Still, she struggles to feel like she fits in and has a hard time opening up to others because of her shyness and her deep-seated fear that she isn't worth anyone's time or care.  While she has potent magical abilities (some of which she has only barely tapped in to), she doesn't use them often for fear of being shunned, which has happened in the past.

Her trusting and kind nature make her easy prey to villains, especially those with a tendency to manipulate and feign interest in her, since she so desperately wants to feel connected to others.  She's a beautiful singer and enjoys figure skating with all her heart.  Beneath the layers of timidity, Ariana is also very adventurous and very curious, which often lead her into trouble.  She's not without flaws, and will sometimes react impulsively when someone breaks through her patience and touches a nerve, which usually ends up with herself or others getting hurt.  She harbors a secret about her true nature, one that even she is not yet aware of.

Currently she is dating Quiverwing Duck, and along with his adopted daughter NegaGosalyn, she is learning to navigate the nuances of what it means to be a Normal.



Jacob Mallard:

A fifty-five-year-old SHUSH agent, Jacob was reinstated to his position after a mysterious fifteen year absence.  During that time, SHUSH declared him MIA and everyone in the city believed him to be deceased.  This caused a great rift in the family he left behind, and now he is trying to navigate the consequences.  This is made more difficult since he cannot forget why he had to leave in the first place.

Since his return, he has been able to reunite with the son he was forced to abandon as well as meet others who have remarkably eased some of his internal angst.  Even so, his drive for revenge against the mallard responsible for his disappearance has never wavered.

A schmoozer, Jacob has an affinity for the fairer sex as well as a good bourbon, and in his prime he was a very well-renowned and well-regarded agent and spy.  This is evident in his legendary status at SHUSH as well as the portrait of him that hangs in the Old Haunt in the Bad Part of Town.  Not much else is known about this intelligent and sophisticated mallard, as he keeps most personal information up his sleeve.  But don't for a second believe that he is afraid to cross lines as a means to an end.



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    • DarkwingPsycho

      The Bordeaux Barroom didn't compare to the Coatl Club, but it would do, at least for Jacob Mallard's purposes. A glass of double bourbon was sitting in front of him, untouched, and his coal black eyes were staring off across the counter at nothing in particular.

      It was a while before he seemed to come to, then downed the bourbon in one swift gulp. "Another," he grunted to the barkeep.

      While waiting, he glanced around the place since there was nothing better to do, and caught sight of the well-dressed woman. It had been months since his last...

      He let that thought linger, then demolished it as he took up his cane and made his way suavely toward the newcomer.

      "Good evening, fair lady," he greeted her, reaching for her hand. "Are you here on your own?"

      • Feathers Galore
        Feathers Galore

        Of all the bars in all the world, she had to walk into that one right at that moment. She was a shapely woman with hips that swayed as she walked, wearing clothes straight out of a high-class fashion magazine that accentuated all of her curves and drew attention to her cleavage. She looked, well, out of the place in the bar. Although, she walked with confident, purposeful steps - she seemed weary, beaten down by the world - devil may care what happened to her now.

        She sat three stools away from Jacob Mallard, not having so much as glanced in his or anyone's direction. She called over the bartender.

        "Vodka. Straight." She spoke in a low, quiet voice.

        She waited for her drink, and then knocked it back with practiced ease.

        • DarkwingPsycho

          Finally Ariana pulled away, sniffing, and wiped at her eyes. Slowly she sank onto the couch behind her and looked up at her friend with sorrow-filled eyes.

          "Did they know...what?"

          Then she sniffed again miserably. "I'm so sorry to impose, but...can I...can I stay with you for a few days?"

          • Lilly Teal
            Lilly Teal

            "Oh honey!" Still looking startled, Lilly patted her rapidly on the back. "No no, of course. I'm glad you came here. Er... your cousin AND your sister?"

            How does that even happen?

            "Did they... know? I mean..."

            • DarkwingPsycho

              "They were the best," Jacob said quietly.

              At Sans' sudden departure, he smirked, shook his head, then went to inspect his office for any pranks.


              • DarkwingPsycho
                DarkwingPsycho commented on the blog The Call of Nature
                He shivered in spite of himself, then looked at her curiously.  "So you don't have to use your powers...but when you do, they...lose themselves?  Where...where do they go?  What happens to them?"
                • DarkwingPsycho
                  DarkwingPsycho posted on DarkwingPsycho's message board
                  The Bordeaux Barroom didn't compare to the Coatl Club, but it would do, at least for Jacob Mallard's purposes. A glass of double bourbon was sitting in front of him, untouched, and his coal black eyes were staring off across the counter at nothing...
                  • DarkwingPsycho
                    DarkwingPsycho commented on the blog You're All Being Childish
                    It wasn't until Jacob paused to admire one of the new electric-powered DeLoonian models parked alongside the curb parallel to SHUSH that he realized he seemed rather...short...and a heckuva lot younger. "What...?" he squeaked, touching his...
                    • DarkwingPsycho
                      DarkwingPsycho commented on the blog Hatus Pocus (Open RP)
                      Ariana yelped in surprise and pain when she suddenly found herself slammed into by a rocketing rapscallion.  The force was so intense it knocked Winnifred clean off of her head.  The blonde blinked and sat up, rubbing her head. ...
                      • DarkwingPsycho
                        DarkwingPsycho commented on the blog Three to Tango
                        The taller mallard at the table with smoothed back hair winced at his friend.  "You know I hate it when you do that, John." Once his friend had made his pleasantries, Jacob stood up and took Verónica's hand, giving it a kiss if she let...
                        • DarkwingPsycho
                          Ariana reddened but smiled gratefully.  "I don't know what to say, except...thank you."  She also thanked the cyclops once he'd delivered the meal and again thanked Thaddeus for his graciousness.  His manners caused a flicker of...
                          • DarkwingPsycho
                            DarkwingPsycho commented on the blog Lost in Spy-slation
                              Jacob chuckled.  "You're very clever.  But we're not going in a van, I'm going to take you in my Jaguar.  She's a tough old girl, but still fast.  You like going fast, Carrie?  ...Pardon, Caroline." As they...
                            • DarkwingPsycho
                              DarkwingPsycho commented on the blog At the Fancy-Dress Ball
                               Ariana watched Lexi anxiously, wondering if she had gotten a hold of Sans.


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