Tealby is a wayward cartoon angel with a loquacious streak and 'shoot first, ask questions later' demeanour to match. A gal of questionable morals; yes, she may be short— but it’s a guarantee she could bust a rib without a moment’s hesitation (or at least try to).

One flaw of Tealby's is her tendency to envision herself as the protagonist of a situation, further justified by an over-inflated insurance that nothing can possibly go wrong. In her internal monologue, she is immediately defined as a rough up-and-at-em man, who is further glorified in comparison with her pear shaped, bureaucratic, by-the-rules partner who... is actually perfectly correct in how she handles crises, while Tealby seethes in the corner with her tight lips and rough-hewn knuckles, thinking of how she is going to CRACK this whole mystery crater wide open, EVEN IF IT KILLS HER. When things do inevitably go wrong, it's devestating for her to cope with accepting the consequences and she gets well and truly knocked off her pedestal; which further ingrains her insistency to do the right thing, at the first attempt. It will take a while before she learns that failure is a lesson even angels have to learn.

Tealby is a rowdy member of heaven whose distasteful actions have landed her at the bottom of the ranks and with a constant seraph overseer. Upon deciding divine intervention isn’t exactly her kind of style, she attempts to start up a freelance detective business with her reluctant assigned companion— and it certainly doesn’t map out as planned. In short: Tealby is terrible at being a conventional angel, chaos ensues. Gangs, unsolved mysteries and violent bar sing-offs. Y’know, all the kid-friendly stuff.

Despite possessing angelic qualities, her abilities only stretch so far as rubberhose gimmicks and her halo, which she uses like a frisbee. Most notable is her lack of control over divine light, a common skill among angels, substituted by a handgun that more or less serves the same purpose of divine light; if not for the parameters of aiming correctly. Tealby's weapons handling was shaky at first, resulting in numerous incidents and lenghty insurance bills. For now, so she claims, she's a quick draw. Quick for that matter, but yet to think things through on two feet before diving into a kerfuffle. However, her lack of forefront thinking is compensated by her snappy decision making in the midst of high-stakes situations, and she's a remarkable acrobat thanks to her job as a window cleaner, which assures plenty of exposure to heights. She's rather concious about her height, however, and subtley attempts to compensate by being majorly vocal and making grand gestures whenever she speaks.

Tealby's relationship with her partner-in-mild-contention, Florence started with outward resentment for being kept on a metaphorical leash, then eventually developed into a mutual balance of respect... and a tendency to drag Florence into whatever flight of bedlam tugs at her interest, with a sigh of forebearance from her overseer. At first, Tealby feels as if they'll never see eye to eye- her spontaneity is the complete antithesis to Florence's stickler attitude. Eventually, Tealby's disorder rubs off on Florence, likewise, Florence's voice of reason has influenced Tealby more than she'd like to admit. Both share a strong fixture in moral justice, albeit their perceptions of 'moral justice' vary. Though they often wear each other's patience thin, the two of them make a powerful team.