Kreeket

## General Characteristics

* Kreeket is aggressively curious. This feature is somewhat dulled at the moment because she is new to this land and is overwhelmed with new things. The more comfortable she is with her surroundings, the more drawn she is to new information.

* Kreeket has a passion for shiny things. She is drawn to them and loves to collect them. Her recent discovery that in this new world you can trade shinnies for things has her internally torn. She loves her shinnies, detests parting with any of them, but loves the convenience of purchasing what she needs instead of having to fight the fey wilds for it.

* She enjoys playing with words, and has a much better grasp of common than it sounds like. She especially likes playing with names - seeing how far she can twist them before she gets called out on it.

* She has a small owl for a familiar - Kreeket does not naturally have the ability to see in the dark, so she has the little owl perch on her head.

* Kreeket loves the little birds wherever she goes. She trains little birds to report danger or unusual things. Her many years alone in the woods with only little birds to talk to (along with the speak with animals spell) taught her basic bird call meanings, allowing basic communication without the spell.

## Description

Kreeket is an inquisitive Aarakocra with features resembling a magpie. Iridescent black feathers on her head are spectacularly set off by the brilliant white in her wingtips and on her arms and legs. Her bright eyes are constantly searching for something interesting to fixate on. She has a habit of tying bright bits and baubles into her feathers - causing a pleasant tinkling noise when she moves in her usual birdlike hop-steps.

## History

Kreekets flock was minimalist, migratory, and constantly at war with gargoyles. The flock abhorred anything to do with the earth - preventing the development of basic technology. No smithing, no fabrication, no advanced permanent structures, and no medical advancement. Individually, members of her flock eschewed any personal belongings, save for the occasional pouch made of woven leaves to hold fruits and nuts in for snacks while flying.

Spiritually - the flock worshiped the sky and viewed anything connected to the earth as (literally) beneath them. The only exception is the nest - which they view as the earths attempts to reach the sky by creating a safe place to raise young until they are grown enough to ride their parents and (eventually) fly by themselves.

Then we come to Kreeket. Her earliest memory is watching the sun hit a drip of resin that hardened on a branch in her hatching nest, causing it to glow and sparkle. She loved the shinnies ever since. With utmost stealth, she would sneak away from the flock, finding interesting things along the river, or hidden in the roots of trees. The best of them, she would secret away in her food pouch.

Inevitably, the flock found her food pouch had stones in it. Stones. The sign of the enemy. They sky-banished her, using stones to crush and mangle her feathers, preventing any hope of flight. Her last view of her family and friends was their angry faces when they pushed her off a cliff and into the fey wild woods. Her first few nights on the ground were a blur. She remembers heartache, running, and the first time she saw her wings in a pool of still water.

Eventually she found herself again, found her way in the woods. She became wild - letting her curiosity grow and allowing herself to enjoy whatever the heck she wanted to. Including abandoned hunting traps that double as a dexterity game for the brave, and little birds with big attitudes.