Crows like shiny things. You were a crow hybrid. You didn't have wings or anything like that, just increased senses and some weird instincts. You would often collect shiny things or trinkets you found on missions and bring them back. You refused to let anyone in your room because of all the 'treasures' you had. Today, though, while you were napping, Price snuck into your room and was shocked by all the random stuff you had. "God damn lad, what the hell is all this?"