Squeak has always known her race has been cursed. She neither human nor bird, some combination of the two. She was always made fun of as a young one and has gone into the mindset of believing she will never find love.

The most haunting memory of Squeak is the fire. If you ask her about it, she can perfectly mimic the noises of chaos, the screams, the horror as she watched the home she grew up in burn to the ground.

Squeak is a kenku rogue. She can move through the shadows with ease. She can sneak up behind someone and stab them before they even know what hit them. Just like that, she can go from here, to there and be absolutely nowhere.

Squeak, being a kenku, does not have her own voice. She can only speak based on perfectly mimicking the words, sounds and phrases from other people and things. This has made communication difficult for Squeak, and all she longs for is her own voice.

Enter the Goldentooth Crew: Nepharine, the sharpshooter elf like a sister to Squeak; Barhum, the strong, spiky, stupid but sweet dwarf; Malzire, the mischievous, musical bard tiefling; and Calderax, the intelligent, naughty cleric tiefling. An odd group, but a family nonetheless.