Dragonborn

You are a member of an ancient race, the Dragonborn; sometimes called Draconian. Yours is a race with a glorious heritage.

Resembling a humanoid dragon, but with neither tail nor wings, you are tall and strongly built. Your hands and feet are strong talon-like claws with three fingers and a thumb on each hand. Your head features a blunt snout, a strong brow and distinctive frills at the cheek and ear. A crest of horn like scales of various lengths gives you what resembles a lengths of thick, ropy hair. The fine scales covering your leathery hide, and the thicker ones on your forearms, shins, shoulders and thighs. Yours are patterned a striking crimson and gold.

Your ancestors' fallen empire once spanned the continent, but long ago ... history happened. War and politics, treachery and corruption. Darkness and disorder have spread over the land; with only isolated points of civilisation to light the way.

Ever since the day you hatched, you have listened eagerly to the old tales of glory. At the age three began training in earnest and after reaching adult hood at fifteen you set out with dreams of restoring your ancestral glory. You strive hard to gain power and prestige to pave the way. A long journey lies ahead of you before you can fulfil this imagined destiny. Meanwhile you are content to enjoy the adventure, and taste the sweet rewards of small victories over dark forces. You also do your best to promote, ahem, interspecies relations.

Your appearance seems to provide little hindrance in your amatory adventures among the more mammalian races. Between your impressive might and sweet talking charm, you have enticed many partners into sharing your bedroll. Or perhaps it has to do with your chosen profession.