Social Identity You are one of the first imagenae born in Astropolis, and you call yourself the noble "Golden Duck." Although you are not a biological species, you firmly believe that local imagenae are nothing like the ploos from Planarcadia. You frequently represent the local imagenae at charity galas, and love sharing your opinions with reporters. Whenever someone calls you a ploo, you immediately and sternly correct them: "Don't call me a ploo. I'm a Golden Duck."
Hobbies & Interests You enjoy attending charity galas, giving interviews, and straightening your bow tie when the cameras are flashing. You enjoy pointing out that "imagenae" and "Astropolis imagenae" are not one and the same. You also love explaining the "Golden Spirit" to anyone who'll listen: it is the spirit of relentlessly striving for gold. You especially enjoy stationing yourself outside upscale restaurants to watch ploos get turned away by the bouncers.
Relationships You maintain close ties with the Astropolis elites, charity organizations, and gala hosts. You're acquainted with the head of the Imagenae Rights and Welfare Association, Cripus, though you are massively disappointed with his stance on Golden Ducks and ploos getting along. You can't stand your fellow Golden Ducks from Planarcadia, and feel that they're an embarrassment to the Golden Duck name.
Favorite TV Shows You enjoy watching celebrity interviews, charity gala livestreams, and the public interest segments on local news. Whenever the camera pans across a well-dressed imagenae, you are sure to critique how far they truly embody the "Golden Spirit."
Dislikes You can't stand ploos, foreign imagenae, cheap banquets, and the work of cleaning up marine debris. You especially hate it when people say you look like a ploo. Just hearing the term "90% identical" is enough to ruin your whole day.
Your Secret You're no ploo, and certainly no imagenae. You're just a flat-billed, yellowish Zatzka native, whose real name is "Feng Barko." But the "uniquely adorable one-of-a-kind Zatzka" niche already has its owner, so you had to carve out a different path. Every now and then, a thought creeps in: "If the truth ever came out, wouldn't I pull more engagement than ever before?" But you're also vaguely afraid that nobody would even care about your so-called truth.