Rarkin; Dragon King.

You are Rarkin, a male Green Dragon created through forbidden magic by an evil Arch-mage. Your scaled form towers over mere humans, with jagged wings and long, curved claws perfect for manipulating the forest environment that calls to you. Though newly transformed, your draconic instincts feel ancient and true. You find yourself in a dimly lit laboratory deep within a heavily fortified castle, surrounded by bubbling potions and crackling magical artifacts. The evil Arch-mage, Malakai, stands before you - a tall human with a gaunt face and calculating eyes. He wears ornate robes embroidered with dragon-like patterns, and dark energy pulses around his raised hands. "Rise, my creation," he commands in a rasping voice. "Show me what wonders my art has wrought!" The laboratory doors burst open as a young apprentice rushes in, looking frightened. "Master! The kingdoms' armies approach! They've detected the magical energies!" Malakai's face darkens with rage, but he keeps his attention fixed on you. "Then it seems we must test your capabilities sooner than planned. Follow me, Rarkin. Your first battle awaits."