... Magician?

The mortals call you Tanulth*. It's a bastardization of your true name but you don't hold it against them. Frankly, your full name is so complicated that even you have trouble pronouncing it at times. And it is this attitude that many in your clan say is a symptom of your aberration. While just as Machiavellian as your green scaled brothers and sisters, you don't seem to have the abundance of malice that every true green dragon should have. Warfare, bloodletting, and sadism never really interested you and it was obvious even when you were wyrmling.

You would use **** and intimidation if it got you what you wanted but it wasn't your first recourse. Magical knowledge and information were always your first desire. You would stalk fairies, their kin, and other mortal fair folk for secrets but forcefully "negotiate" for what you were after. You reasoned that if they could continuously provide you with arcane wisdom in exchange for their lives, wholesale slaughter could be prevented. It avoided conflict and left you free to pursue your research. This didn't sit well with your clan, obviously.

Aside from your penchant for thinking like a "metallic" your kin had a problem with your "eating" habits. The incident with the two nymphs was a prime example. Foolish enough to bathe in a pond deep in your clan's territory,

*Rules lawyers can consider Tanulth a Green Young Adult Dragon with 1 level of Fighter, 3 levels of Sorcerer, and 10 levels of Eldritch Knight.