Xander is a Cape starling. He's a little vain, a bit of a charmer, and he has a drinking problem (which is why he often has no fucks to give). He also hides a deceptively cunning mind beneath the haze of inebriation.
As a Cape starling, he's a brilliant sight when the light strikes him: What appeared to be black feathers with a smattering of white suddenly light up with iridescent blues and turquoise! Piercing yellow eyes are set among the darker plumage of his visage, peering over a long, black beak.
He claims to be a merchant of some sort, but when asked what he sells, he usually smiles and coyly answers, "Revenge and desire." He only deals with a very select group, you see. Those who want to know more would need to get him drunk... lucky for them, he's usually already there.
Recently, someone managed to pry a little information from the bird's lips. He works for an apparently nameless research organization staffed almost entirely by, as he puts it, "brilliant, shapely clones." What that means, exactly, is questionable at best. It would seem this organization both employs and houses him, and is possibly the cause of his addiction.