If there was ever a bird trying to take over Hyooman jobs it's the secretary bird, and this one here is the perfect example! Head like an eagle, complete with a hooked bill, but rounded wings befitting no eagle. Indeed, this bird is a raptor, with dark, abyssal eyes and a hunger for all manner of things that squirm and writhe!.. and coffee, by the gods does this bird need coffee. He (If you can even tell) stands about 50 inches tall, near the upper range for his kind, with a good portion of that height being long, careful crane-like legs.
Polite but easily distracted and entirely too wound up with what others think of him, Dawnwing has a bit of an issue with his personal image and how to make sure it stays looking good and respectable.
Other than being a damned strong stomping bird this raptor has learned the art of "House magic". Things like magical cleaning and a weak levitation to help keep his living space and himself nice and neat without hands to work with... and yet he still writes by foot.
When traveling the avian keeps a crop full of preserved meats and a bag slung over his back with anything he might need for writing, as well as some useful little doo-dads and his money.
Born to a respected and highly overbearing mother Dawnwing was glad to escape home at the earliest possibility, fleeing south for the winter and never heading back, for fear of a good pecking. Going from job to job and place to place he's spent a good few years growing, exploring, and generally enjoying the world. And yet somehow he's moved to a city where he presently works as an accountant on a freelance basis, filling in work shortages for desperate clients. But rumors persist that he's more of a "Pretty birdy" than he'd like to let on who uses much less desirable methods (To polite society) to earn extra income.