Here's my submission, Kambi the Bard/Synthesis. If the campaign gets that far, I'd like to have her go Pathfinder Chronicler on the Bard side, with a possible dip in Brawler.
The young bard stood in the tavern's basement, surrounded by the corpses of several large rats and their very much alive kin. She flexed her claws, still feeling the adrenaline rush from when she first transformed twenty minutes ago, and slashed through the torso of another rat. From what felt like deep within her own skull, she felt a familiar rumble.
"QUIT YOUR B%$@$ING AND KEEP KILLING, FLESHLING."
A rat lunged at her face, and Kambi snatched it out of the air with her jagged teeth. She shook it like a dog for a few seconds, making sure it was very dead before tossing its corpse into the pile. She sighed and continued the chore.
"We've been in this town for two weeks, and we haven't gotten a job worth any real money! I'm sick of it. I'm sick of killing rats for pocket change. And I'm sick of this town. I heard yesterday that there's work back home, but..."
There were only two rats left now. Kambi tore into them with her gnarled claws, and tossed them onto the pile as well.
"BUT NOTHING. GO OR DON'T GO, IT DOESN'T F*~$ING MATTER. JUST SHUT THE HELL UP, PUT OUR MOUTH TO GOOD USE AND CONSUME THE BEASTS."
Kambi grimaced and ignored the Eidolon, having grown used to its strange fixation on eating their kills over the years.
"Nah. I'm just going to get my pay and get out of here. Talk to you later, Urguth!"
Kambi dismissed her Eidolon just as she felt the stream of obscenities about to pour into her thoughts, and started up the stairs. "Hopefully I can get some decent work back home."