Kyrith

Lone survivor of the age of Wyrms, an ancient species of dragons said to once wander the world. They survived only by how insignificant they were when Death came to hunt down the others. Once their domain had been quiet contemplation, but that might have very well changed over the years with so many other spots opening up.

When not holed up in their small library which keeps records of their races history they like to travel the world, an odd mix of quiet and chaotic, neither inhereintly bad or good. There's a small golden amulet they always keep close, filled with dulled crystal shards. Maybe once it used to be valuable, but time has worn the material down. Besides, they'd give it away for no price, valuing it over their own life it seems.

Multiple human lifespans ago they found it in a small hut at the end of a forgotten road, obscured by a lump of blue string. From here their most valued book originates as well, the only one left in the broken shelf filled with unrecognisable marble statues. Though one of their own they've been taught to worship the main Wyrms, also called Ancients, like many others before them.

Those are known by the titles of Knowledge, Inferno, Current, Time, Growth, Destiny and Fate, to those who recall them, anyway. Which are very few, mostly consisiting of people who have been to their library and not dismissed their tales for spinnings of the mind.