Quackerjack from my AU story which can be found here --> https://www.fanfiction.net/s/715449.....ew-the-Bassist

Gotta admit I'm pretty thrilled with how this one turned out. Jack is probably the one out of my boys that will have the most significant change just because there were some things about his previous design that really bugged me.... and yet I still managed to keep his super annoying to draw shirt. Guess I enjoy the torture.

Happy Easter everyone! Have a gay duck.

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Born to a small rural village, part of a strange and reclusive religious sect, Jack Quack was marked from birth as an omen of evil. Unruly red hair matched an internal flame that his humble surroundings were incapable of stifling. From birth the elder most residents deemed the boy to be a symbol of the devil and a sign that the sin of the outside world had invaded their secluded haven.

As a child, there was always something off about little Jack. While the quiet town’s other residents found fulfillment in their religious word and strict godly followings, the redheaded boy derived enjoyment from nothing but his own strange brand of practical jokes. As the youth grew to adolescence, yet another undesirable trait arose. A strange obsession with the perverse and an unwaveringly homosexual nature quickly escalated into an unquenchable sexual need that was poorly hidden by his flamboyant nature. The uptight, god fearing citizens of his so-called home hid Jack in shame of his sinful behaviors, keeping their secret buried until the moment the boy turned 18.

The second Jack was sufficiently aged he was promptly dumped in the nearest modern city that the town’s people could find. The newly deemed adult took quickly to city living, his naturally sensual and obnoxious behavior suiting the fast paced and competitive nature of the urban setting. He found quick work in the stripping profession, making a lucrative living for himself thanks to his innate flexibility and acrobatic skills. Jack’s success in his new found profession lent the duck dreams of bigger things. He quickly took his loose nature on the road, creating a surprisingly successful career as a professional floozy.

Jack suddenly found himself an entrepreneur and owner of his own adult toy store. Among the mallard’s many strange talents, he found a natural knack at designing toys suited to the art of pleasure. And so Jack’s Toy Box was born. It was here that he fully acquired his jester persona, a personality cultivated in his days as a dancer, which soon became indistinguishable from the rest of his overly jubilant nature. The business did extensively well, but contentment had never been enough for Jack, and it wasn’t long before he applied his management skills to a somewhat seedier vocation.

The resourceful jester soon started his own prostitution ring, an occupation which he enjoyed immensely. However, within a year yet another newfound career was put to an end landing Jack in jail. Repeated escape attempts combined with a general flair for starting riots resulted in a transfer to St. Canard prison where the resourceful jester finally propagated his freedom. After no more than a few weeks wandering the bad side of town, the newly freed Jack Quack found his soon to be longtime companion: Elmo Sparks. Through the impromptu friendship, Jack learned yet another trade for which he had hidden skill. The art of metal.