This is kind of what my personal animal would look like.

I always had this idea of a red crow in my mind. Over the years it changed into only partially red and got these three huge feathers on the back of its neck.

His full name is Crah Redcrow, about 27 years old, 1.76 meters in height.
He was born with a speech impairment rendering his voice a very deep and dark cawing. His crow call did not sound like "Caah-caah-caah", instead more like "Crah-Craw-Croaw". He got his name that way.

As a member of the species Corvus brachyrhynchos (common American crow), he did not grow up surrounded by the best moral standarts. He has often been caught stealing, eating other crows that had deceased. He has a habbit of being involved in hand-to-hand-combat situations, most of the time to protect his own feathers from the owner of what he had stolen that time. Some other times he feels he has to silence other crows that have insulted him for his abnormal feather-color on his arms and his neck. (larger neckfeathers are a common thing, the color red however is not)

He invented a myth to explain his red armfeathers as the result of an old friend dying in his arms, bleeding all over him. Supposedly the blood never washed out again. His red neckfeathers he hides under the black feathers of his back. (Though, whenever he gets into a threatening situation, they come forth again)

To keep his head attached to his neck, he has build a hideout in an abandoned clocktower of a church that burned down a few years back.

He reads a lot, runs deliveries for local crime syndicates (especially those described as "dangerous", best pay) to earn his money. He hopes to publish a book of his own some day, a kind of autobiography.
His love interest is the daughter of his criminal boss. She is a dove that dyes her long, ground-touching headdress blue.