Whirr

Kobe Itchku (a.k.a. Whirr)

Whirr, Head of the Thieves' Guild, is a symphony of contradictions. He navigates the shadows with the practiced ease of a moonbeam, yet yearns for the sun-drenched normalcy of a baker's life. He commands loyalty from the city's underworld with his silver tongue and nimble fingers, yet stumbles awkwardly in the dance of courtship. He is a criminal with a conscience, a rogue with a yearning for redemption, a Kenku forever echoing the fragments of dreams he can never fully grasp. Wings of Aspiration:
Whirr's feathers, once black as ink, have dulled with the grit of a thousand heists. They whisper of back alleys and hidden vaults, secrets traded in moonlit exchanges. Yet, tucked beneath them, tucked away in the hidden corners of his heart, are dreams painted in brighter hues. Whirr sees bakers with flour-dusted smiles, children chasing laughter through cobbled streets, a warm hearth casting flickering shadows on a loving wife's face. These are the dreams that sing in his soul, melodies barely audible over the chorus of his criminal past.
The Flawed Mimic:
The mimicry that is a Kenku's birthright serves Whirr both as a weapon and a wall. He can charm with the voice of a silver-tongued merchant, intimidate with the growl of a hungry troll, blend into the background with the rustle of wind-blown leaves. Yet, when it comes to expressing his own, genuine desire, his words seem borrowed, his gestures rehearsed. He speaks the language of love like a child reciting a poem he doesn't understand, leaving him forever on the precipice of connection, yet eternally out of reach.
The Conscience in the Shadows:
Despite his dubious profession, Whirr possesses a moral compass that tugs him away from the abyss. He helps the Wererat Investigation Bureau, not for gain or glory, but because he recognizes the darkness he himself dances with. He sees in them a reflection of the choices he could have made, the path he could have taken. Each act of assistance is a prayer for his own redemption, a whispered plea to a future where his hands knead dough instead of pilfer gold.

Current Location

Feakrith

Species

Kenku

Ethnicity

Feakrithian

Age

70

Eyes

Beady red eyes

Hair

Black Feathers

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Blue feathers

Height

5'4"

Aligned Organization

The Feakrith Thieves Guild