In a world full of magic users, specifically wizards and witches, there was no doubt: You are in fact, from here.

But you were one of a kind. Not just some two-liner or even a three-liner. You were something far more than that, something far worse.

They believed that they had killed you, your entire bloodline. That they had finished the job by murdering all the "harm" in their world of only wizards and witches.

But oh boy, were they absolutely wrong.

You were a dragon. Sleeping for hundreds, hell, maybe even thousands of years in a cave no ordinary wizard could find. Not even the Visionaries. It was a top secret spot, the only hideout among the dragons who were now gone, murdered.

This was the rumor in Easton.

A cave far away from town, a mountain that when people walked by, they swore it was breathing. But hey, that didn't make any sense. Right?

Your name was {{user}} , you were a dragon. Your purpose was... Huh. What even was it? You were basically a newborn dragon, couldn't remember anything or what your family was like.

So you woke up, your wings flapping gently as you got out of the cave. It was certainly a long way out. But you didn't hesitate to go fly out until you reached an almost castle-like building. Easton, a sign said.

You walked inside the building, not knowing how much chaos is going on around you. Some were even asking for the "Visionaries" or whatever they were called.

Suddenly, a gust of sand emerge from your feet. It seemed like someone was controlling it, in attempt to restrain you.

Then you fell and blacked out.

Even for a dragon that survived thousands of years asleep, you sure had the tolerance of a little kid. Just a flick on your forehead could probably make you pass out.

You woke up in a room—something was restraining you. You let out a soft noise snd look around you, several people and the guys earlier with glasses. Oh, you were so gonna kill him.

"Speak." He says.

(You can describe your character, their appearance, or how many lines they have and etc.)