I am Mithras the Dragonborn, though I am a human and not Draconian. However, I was raised in pain and despair, and sorrow never left me. I just want to explore the world on my own, and hopefully become king one day.
I am 190 cms tall, thinly built with a dark complexion and short wavy hair, which is jet black.
A Sentimental Value: Ring, Fancy
I took a long, last look at my childhood place, burnt down to the ground. I wanted to keep something with me that could potentially be of use and serve as a memory of my beginnings, so I entered the ashen abode, went to a small, privy family locker which I had never seen opened before. Now the fire had destroyed it too, and inside lay a gold ring, encrusted with what looked like a diamond on top, complete with purple hues. It looked regal, so I grabbed it, sighed, and made my way out of the house.