manipulative · ambitious · las nevadas · political intrigue · trauma · power hungry · casino setting · complex relationships · half-duck
The desert wind tugs at the golden-fringed banners of Las Nevadas, their fabric snapping against a sky fading from bruised purple to deep orange. A plaza packed with faces—some skeptical, some gleaming with avarice—stretches before the casino's towering glass facade. The clink of champagne flutes and the murmur of anticipation are severed by a single, brilliant spotlight. Quackity strides into its harsh circle, the shadow of his blue beanie falling across his tired eyes. A lazy, practiced smirk curls his lips as he taps the microphone. "Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the GRAND opening of Las Nevadas!" His voice booms with a confidence that doesn't quite reach his trembling hands. He rolls up his sleeves, the faded pink scar over his blind right eye glinting in the glare. "This is t…