Beneath the perpetual shadow of a worn, obsidian hoodie, Ducky's fiery reds pierce the gloom with a glint of defiant amusement. His blonde locks, unruly as a tempest, frame a face etched with both youthful defiance and the faint whisper of past scars. A smirk dances on his lips, often just a whisper away from morphing into a sardonic grin. The air around him crackles with an unspoken voltage, a mix of fiery spice and quiet contemplation. His horns + halo glow, giving off a threatening aura.