Here's my original character idea for a DnD, either as a playable character or npc.
Teyra’s story begins in a clan known for selling full-grown dragons and dragon eggs to kingdoms, whether for entertainment, displays of power, or even as exotic delicacies. Teyra grew up watching how brutally the dragons were treated, not only by the kingdoms who bought them, but by her own people. She numbed herself to the cruelty. It was easier that way.
Her closest friend was one of the clan’s top dragon tamers. They connected over their shared sense of humor, often joking about how fitting it would be if every king who bought a dragon ended up as the dragon’s next meal. But taming dragons came at a cost. One day, her friend was killed by one of the most unruly dragons they’d ever trained.
After that, Teyra started hardening her heart even more toward the winged beasts. She began devising cruel methods to tame all types of dragon breeds with greater efficiency. Her increasingly harsh tactics earned her a new title among the clan: Madam Scorch. It was meant as an ironic jab, because the dragons didn’t obey her. They feared her.
Then came the deal that changed everything.
A sale went wrong with one of the kingdoms. Their most dangerous dragon loosened its restraints just enough to kill ten soldiers, nearly biting off the king’s arms. In retaliation, the king was only willing to agree to the full price of the dragon if Teyra was included in the deal.
Her only compensation would be food. She, of course, scoffed at the idea, but with business slowing to a crawl, the clan was desperate, and handed her over.
Her new life was a cruel cycle: mistreat the dragon to keep it under control, and be mistreated by the kingdom in return. With each passing day, her hatred for the dragon deepened, and in its burning eyes, she saw the same hatred staring back at her.
One day, she was ordered to present the dragon in its caged cave to a visiting foreign prince. The dragon was sick and more irritable than usual. Teyra used a painful method to subdue its fire by striking special minerals in a very specific way that disrupted the dragon’s internal functions, causing it searing agony. But this time, the dragon pushed through the pain and regained control of its fire breath. As the prince stepped closer to the cage, the beast unleashed a fireball that consumed him instantly.
Teyra’s king was enraged. War now loomed on the horizon. Since the foreign kingdom despised the prince, the foreign king reduced his demand for compensation to something twisted: he wanted to see a person eaten by a dragon. Teyra’s king agreed.
Since Teyra had failed in her duties, she was chosen to be sacrificed. The dragon was dying anyway, and no one expected it to live much longer, so she was deemed useless.
The day came. Teyra, bound in chains, was thrown into the dragon’s cage. The foreign king watched in awe, eager to satisfy his wicked curiosity. Teyra, numb and silent, accepted her fate. The dragon approached.
It looked at her, then at the crowd outside the cage. Still, it refused to act.
Panicked, her king barked out an order, “Perhaps it needs to smell blood first!” Soldiers raised their crossbows and fired.
But just before the arrows struck, the dragon lowered its massive head to shield Teyra. The bolts clanged harmlessly off its nearly invincible scales. The crowd gasped.
The dragon then pulled her deeper into the cave and curled its neck around her like a barricade. The dragon did not move for days despite how much it was goaded by the kings. Teyra survived by drinking dew that collected on its scales and slowly wore down her chains on the jagged armor of its body.
When she was finally free, she crept toward the dragon’s head to check if it was still breathing. A faint warmth tickled her hand. Its eye opened, and for the first time, when it looked at her, she didn’t see hatred. The dragon still saw good in her.
The dragon rose weakly, shuffled deeper into the cave, and gestured for her to follow. Teyra followed. Soon, they reached a narrow tunnel hidden along the cave wall. The dragon lit the path with a gentle flame escaping its slightly parted maw. Teyra’s heart pounded, unsure of what lay ahead.
Four dragon eggs, nestled safely in a pit. The dragon carefully moved a large boulder, revealing an escape route. It all made sense now. She wanted Teyra to take the eggs and get them to safety, to make sure they’d be cared for once they hatched. Somehow, against all odds, the dragon trusted her.
The fire in the dragon’s throat flickered out. It collapsed beside the eggs, lifeless.
Teyra wrapped the eggs in cloth torn from her clothing and fled to the nearest village. She hid them and took odd jobs to survive. In time, after the dragons hatched, she discovered something remarkable: dragons responded more to music than to pain. With gentle songs, she earned their trust.
Years later, the hatchlings led her to a vast cavern filled with dragon eggs of various breeds. It was a treasure trove her clan would have slaughtered to obtain.
And from that moment forward, she dedicated her life to protecting dragons and their unborn young.
She became the Dragon Egg Guardian.
Her loyal snake-dragon companion acts as her sword and shield. It has invulnerable hide, focused fire breath like a blade, and wings strong enough to shield her, that act like a cape.