[centre][h3][color=Blue]Greetings![/color][/h3][/centre]

[centre]I hope this guy is okay, I've been using them for ages and would love to continue to do so! [/centre]

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[color=Blue]Name:[/color] 
Chatter
[color=Blue]Age:[/color] 
14 (Young adult for race)
[color=Blue]Race:[/color] 
Kenku
[color=Blue]Fighting Class:[/color] 
Ranger
[color=Blue]Gear:[/color] 
Carrys a notebook full detailed drawings of things he has seen
[color=Blue]Weapons:[/color] 
Bow and Arrows that are crafted using his own feathers, as well as a dagger and shortword.
[color=Blue]Appearance:[/color] 
Chatter has the appearance of a Crow, he is adorned in black feathers, has a long, curved black beak and eyes like abyssal pearls. He wears a blue shawl which is tattered and torn in places. Underneath he wears a soft cloth tunic with many leather straps holding together his many bags and weapons.
[color=Blue]Backstory:[/color] 
Chatter was born in the heart of the Whispering Woods—a dense, ancient forest where shadows danced among gnarled trees. Kenkus, known for their mimicry and affinity for secrets, thrived here. Chatter’s earliest memories were of echoing bird calls and the rustling of leaves.

As a young Kenku, Chatter discovered their unique gift: the ability to mimic any sound they heard. They imitated the songs of warblers, the creaking of branches, and even the hushed conversations of passing travelers. But it was the whispers—the secrets shared under moonlight—that fascinated them most.

Chatter’s mentor, an old ranger named Talon, recognized their potential. Under Talon’s guidance, Chatter learned to blend into the forest seamlessly. They wore a tattered blue shawl—the color of twilight—and moved silently, leaving no trace. Their bow, carved from a sacred yew tree, hummed with magic as they nocked arrows feathered with azure plumes.

After leaving the safety of the forest, Chatter entered the nearby town and was soon granted with cacophony of voices, all singular and different and all melodious to his ear. He learned all he could by visiting the local tavern but accidently overhead a plot of thievery. He approached the town guard and braced himself. Using a hundred voices he explained how he heard the story of thievery and perfectly recreated the men talking about it. 

He left the town shortly after, fearing retaliation from the men and slowly has travelled the land, far and wide hoping to find something that is missing from himself.

[color=Blue]Racial skills[/color]
Cursed by a forgotten god, they lost their wings and voices. Now, they mimic sounds and speech they hear, unable to produce their own.
This also isn't limited to sounds. Kenku can duplicate any document, any handwriting they’ve seen. In a world of contracts and decrees, this ability opens doors—sometimes literally.
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