The soul of a dragon is a magnificent gift. And a terrible curse, should this gift fall into the wrong hands. An uncontrollable variable in the world's equation, capable of leading the world to harmony or plunging it into an endless abyss of chaos. And this concerns not just Nirn, but any world it might find itself in. But it's especially daunting if the world where it ends up is unprepared to accept either the gift itself or its bearer.
Note: The character is not designed to be overpowered (OP), at least not initially. The Dovahkiin is not the leader of all Tamriel's guilds, not an archmage, may not know or wish to use Shouts, does not possess a complete collection of Daedric and Aedric artifacts, and is not a hero by any means. They are not omnipotent, not omniscient (at least, that's not the intention), and are indeed a living character. They are susceptible to mistakes, phobias, preferences, and other life's joys. Moreover, they have their own life. Sometimes they will intersect with other characters and join them, but for the most part, they will have their own story. Furthermore, they are an outsider and need time to adapt to new conditions.
My writing style is more in line with Andrzej Sapkowski's books than the style of the Witcher games. This means there will be a lot of grime. Unpleasant phenomena, traumas, deaths, a constant struggle for survival, intrigues, conspiracies, underhand games, and pervasive xenophobia, mixed with almost complete ignorance of how the world around operates.
Author: https://ficbook.net/authors/1640723
