Avis the Crow is an anachronism, a Cubist Mona Lisa, the center of the known universe, and a tea-obsessed bird lover who spends her work hours soldering small metal parts to other small metal parts before coming home to her hobby, which is linking small metal parts to other small metal parts. Avis is a writer by hopeless dream and useless sluff-off by profession, and is probably more concerned with sesquipedalianism than you.

She is impenitent, iconoclastic, sorely impecunious and usually obdurate, a little bit mordant and a lot a bit ingenuous. Her bombast vaguely masks a sorely gullible and garrulous little girl. It's likely she cannot do anything half as well as you can, but at least she means well.

In short, Avis is a military brat with really bad skin who gleefully posseses and abuses an even worse fashion sense, is at least slightly callow and would do just about anything for a Snickers.