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From Time Immemorial

Living in the swamps, at the center of a moss covered forest, a then unnamed dragon basked in the treasures she had stolen and hoarded. Where she had come from did not matter, only the possessions she had taken, piling high in the cave she had chosen out of convenience, were important. It was a simpler time, full of ease and an immediate sense of fulfilment.

In the early days, there were elves, dwarves, all manner of races. Humanity was still not ready to leverage their gift for innovation, and so they dwelled on the sidelines. Even more than any other race, dragons ruled the lands. Capable, intelligent, blessed by magic and with a natural, impervious armor. It was matter-of-fact that they took what they wanted, and were entitled to make any decision. Haughty, smug, but in this dragon's case also covetous.

Despite everything, their long lives made moments transient, and decisions distant. This dragon knew that she did not want to create the pretty objects other races did, only that she would lay claim to whatever she saw.

The Age of Man

Though the passage of time was slow, events transpired. Warfare ravaged the lands, from time to time, the uppity elves tried to keep the lesser races in their place. But few dared to challenge her directly. She was content to take what she wanted from the battlefield fires, and watch with feigned interest at the political squabblings of those she seemed lesser races.

In time, the ever expansive humans cropped up. The world grew more connected, and although they didn't approach her directly, they did wash up on the shores of her domain. A little outpost, with only space for a few travelers on the way from one town to another. It was a trifling matter, and so she let them stay. An industrious race without a concept of the distant tomorrow. Motivated by their own personal anxieties, they sought to leave legacies. This led to advancements and glory.

That outpost became a hamlet, and then a town, finally a city. Rather than challenge her, it seemed like they planned to use her for their own ends, as a means of protecting their place in the world. This level of hubris would have been intolerable, but they gave her things. Offerings came, appeasement came, and she didn't necessarily have to do anything. Again, life was good.

Modern Cuisine

At the pinnacle, mankind had tamed the land, the sea, and the air. No longer did they rely on anything but machines of their own creation, and animals were relegated to menial tasks or food. The modern era came with it an undeniable treasure: Food. Although she did not have to eat, absorbing energy from her surroundings through mana, what was once a curious triviality of mortal life evolved. Bland soup had been enriched with knowledge and spice. It smelled good. There was only one catch...

She had to puruse it.

Unlike her metallic treasures, which only suffered ill effects over long periods of time, food was a fleeting thing. It went cold, it spoiled. She had to go to them, but her size was at odds with her interest. Art? Literature? The internet? All she really wanted was to fit onto a seat and eat. But containing herself could only go so far, offering a fascimile of human form. Yet, it was enough. Though standing some three times taller than most humans, allownaces could be made. She had more than enough money (in the form of ancient gold and platinum).

And so she could eat! Anything and everything (and potentially anyone), a life of abject hedonism... More of the same, really. The only difference was integrating into their world.

Statistics

Height (dragon form): 23'2"

Length (dragon form): 94'9"

Weight (dragon form): > 80 tons

Height (humanoid form): 14'6"

Weight (humanoid form): > 1 ton

Notable Abilities: Acidic Breath, Innate Magical Prowess

Just a dumb idea for a character about a haughty race who becomes curious of humanity and their advancements over time.