"Talon"
Outsider
Init +1; Senses Perception +4
==DEFENSE==
AC 15, touch 11, flat-footed 14 (+4 natural armor, +1 dex)
hp 7 (1d10+1)
SR 0
Fort +3, Ref +1, Will +2
==OFFENSE==
Spd 30 ft/x4
Melee Claw (2) +4 (1d4+3) 20/x2
==STATISTICS==
Str 16, Dex 12, Con 13, Int 7, Wis 10, Cha 11
BAB +1, CMB +4, CMD +15
Feats Power Attack
Skills Bluff +0, Craft (any) -2, Disable Device +1, Intimidate +4, Knowledge (planes) -2, Perception +4, Sense Motive +4, Stealth +1, Swim +3, Use Magic Device +4
SU Life Link (PFAPG 56), Share Spells
MC Languages Common
As a child, Casimir was always known for his ingenuity - or rather his wit with how mediocre his designs were. Always aspiring to be some kind of architect, even his early toys resembled the pieces of a foundation - though perhaps not the kind he'd envisioned. His fate was written differently from the day his mother wed into the history of House Orlovsky.
Through his education, graciously paid for by his house, he had been given a gift for arcane insight. Always aiming to create conjure abstract machinations for all of his demonstrations, he showed a specialization in manifesting conjuration, much in the manner an untaught mage might. His talent truly kicked in upon his sixteenth birthday, however, causing a horrific accident.
One evening, a couple of pickpockets had ambushed him. Finding himself outmatched and unarmed, he looked to his spells, and in the middle of a conjuration spell, an incant was replaced by a swift elbow to his back. The spell went awry, and he summoned a being from what must have been Mechanus, something his far-off visions and dreams had only known.
The being had large, metallic razors for fingers, all set in a triangular pattern for grasping and slicing. Its hide was covered in plates of iron, and steam leaked from where rivets seemed to be. Where a face might have been, was instead a knight's helm, where small amber dots broke the darkness. It roared in a metallic manner, and nearly killed one of the young men as it slammed an arm into him.
Naturally, the pickpockets ran. As it turned towards the fearing Casimir, he realized upon its surface, he could see there was a sigil upon his own forehead that matched one on its shell. It looked to him as if to await orders... and he could only smile.
He ended up missing the graduation of his school training - he believed he'd learned enough. His luck changed again, though, as he no longer had the earned respect of a "real" education. Days later, he had heard a call was being placed out to mark the wilderness for the setting of civilization. Abadar be praised, he'd be sure to participate in such a grand task, and set off from the lands of Orlovsky to seek new glories, and perhaps stake a claim himself!
