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Orthos Padfoot
Male Ferran Seer 1
LN Small humanoid
Init +5; Senses: Scent, low-light vision; Perception + 9

Defense
AC 20, touch 15, flat-footed 16 (+4 armor, +1 shield, +3 Dex, +1 Size, +1 Dodge)
hp 10 (1d8+1+1)
Fort +3, Ref +5, Will +5

Offense
Speed 40 ft.
Melee: +4 Dueling Sword (1d6+2/18–20x2), Bite +1 (1d4+3/20x2)
Ranged: +4 Pistol (1d8/20x3)
Spells: (CL 0)

Statistics:
Str 12, Dex 17, Con 12, Int 10, Wis 17, Cha 10
Base Atk +0; CMB +1; CMD 14
Predatory Mobility: move at full speed with no penalty to Stealth.
Bestial Nature Trait: Feral instinct, Low-light vision, Scent
Traits: Reactionary, Suspicious
Feats: (Bonus) Weapon finesse, Exotic WP Dueling Sword (1st) Dodge
Skills (4 pts): Sense Motive +10, Perception +9, Stealth +11, Survival +9,
Racial Modifiers: +2 Survival
Class modifiers: +2 Perception and Sense motive
Trait Modifier: +1 Sense motive
Special: Second Sight 4/day
Languages: Ferran, Common
Gear: Chain shirt (100gp), Dueling Sword (20gp), buckler (5gp), Pistol w/10 shots (27gp)

Orthos was the 1st of 4 kits born to Ferran parents. He was a bit quicker than his siblings, and his father knew he'd be trouble. Orthos fancied himself a fencer, and took up the thin blade early, practicing whenever his mother would allow it. What lack of skill he has he more than makes up with natural grace. He learned to appreciate the edge of the dueling blade, and often play dueled with his brothers and sisters, make believing they were pirates and such. He had a relatively happy life. Then the dreams started.
He had visions of little thing at first. Things that he wrote off as deja vu. Then he knew where a kit had gotten stuck in a ravine, where the fish would be...people wrote him off at first, then others began to ostracize him, including his siblings. He began to jump at shadows, and was suspicious of every stranger he saw. His visions became more and more difficult to ignore...
His village elders laughed when he predicted the village would be attacked. He saw the visions of the shadows attacking, coming after him and his family. He could not bear the thought of harm coming to his loved ones becasue of him. So, he left. He packed his bags and headed to Carraway.
He had heard the tales of old orders of prophets. He knew what he was. He was going to need help, though, fighting the dark ones. If anyone knew how to fight these things, they would in Carraway.