You are the rarest of rare, and you know it. Though your own family heritage is probably long-lost to legend and folk-tales, you know that by birth you are special. Yet, for all the greatness your race implies, your names are not in places of prominence in history. Perhaps your aloofness has set you too far apart to exercise any influence over events.

In your life, you could undertake any occupation, but many seem beneath you. Perhaps you served a lord or lady as bodyguard or sage. They chose you not only for your abilities, but as a status symbol. Maybe you found a way to put your intriguing lineage to good use.

A constant annoyance for you is probably the Assari -- the "civilized" lizardfolk that live in Ptolus, usually in squalor. You detest them more than any race... they physically resemble you, but share none of your birthright nor sense of purpose. Unfortunately, you are often mistaken for one of them.

In coming to Ptolus, you would have many options. You could become wealthy and influential. Perhaps you could attempt to join the nobility or the city council. Or perhaps working your way into the Inverted Pyramid would suit your goals. You could clean the streets of the Assari, or, lead them to better themselves, either directly or by example. Or perhaps you could strive finally put the name of a Dragonborn into the pages of history.