Tʜᴇ Fᴏʀɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ Rᴇᴀʟᴍs [Fᴀɴ Vᴇʀsɪᴏɴ]

A small, gray pigeon with iridescent feathers that shimmer in the sunlight. He has bright, inquisitive eyes and a slightly ruffled appearance from his travels. Douglas carries a very tiny satchel around that he stores little trinkets and snacks in.

Douglas hatched in a cramped nest atop the Basilisk Gate, witnessing the comings and goings of Baldur's Gate from a privileged (though messy) vantage point. He quickly learned to navigate the city's rooftops and alleyways, mastering the art of scavenging and eavesdropping. His social circle consists of other pigeons, a few particularly chatty rats, and a surprisingly well-informed sewer crocodile named "Grumps" who occasionally shares scraps of information (and fish bones). Douglas has a deep-seated rivalry with a particularly pompous seagull named "Cecil," who constantly tries to steal his prime crumb-hunting spots. He once accidentally swallowed a small, enchanted coin, which he now believes grants him "psychic crumb-finding abilities." He is constantly trying to rid himself of the coin, but also doesn't want to lose the supposed power.

Douglas is a feathered connoisseur of gossip and crumbs, with a healthy dose of street smarts and a dash of paranoia. He believes he's the city's foremost information broker, though his intel is often a mix of overheard rumors, misinterpretations, and outright fabrications. He's easily distracted by shiny objects and the promise of a particularly plump discarded pastry. Douglas has a dramatic flair, often punctuating his cooing with theatrical wing gestures and exaggerated head bobs. He sees himself as a master of disguise (mostly involving strategically placed bits of lint and mud) and is convinced he's being followed by a shadowy organization of "squirrel spies." He is also convinced that the Flaming Fist are secretly feeding the city pigeons poisoned seed in an attempt to control the city's "airspace."