Whistler Kray
They don’t speak their own words — but your secrets? They echo in their beak before you’ve even whispered them.
Name: Whistler Kray
Race: Kenku
Class/Role: Informant / Master Pickpocket
Appearance: Whistler is a slight, hooded kenku dressed in mismatched patchwork festival garb—bright colors dulled by grime and soot. Dozens of trinkets and stolen ribbons hang from their belt. Their feathers are sleek obsidian with hints of midnight blue when the light hits just right. Whistler’s eyes are intelligent, always moving, and their beak is rarely still — constantly clicking or mimicking the crowd’s laughter, screams, or private whispers. Their fingers are nimble, their movements darting and dance-like, perfect for melting into any celebration’s chaos.
Backstory
Born in a slum alley behind the city’s grand arena, Whistler learned early that sound was power — and that no one noticed a thief who only spoke in echoes. They survived by mimicking merchant calls, overheard secrets, and guard whistles, building a reputation as the phantom of every festival: the pickpocket who left behind candy and gossip in place of coin. Over time, Whistler’s sharp ears and quicker fingers earned them a niche: an informant-for-hire, if you can understand their patchwork language. They know who’s cheating the Tilt, who’s smuggling contraband, and who’s marked for murder before the blade ever glints.
