A child of Dahak with scales of snowy white, but dreams of gold.
Xan was born beneath a sprawling city. In the sewer's depths, his clan scoured and stole and worshiped hardscrabble idols of fearsome dragons. Life was hard and Xan's claws and teeth too soft for hunting, but the hatchling had a fascination with books and tales and absorbed all knowledge of their race's history and origins wherever he could. He was also kind, curious, and thoughtful, and these did not bode well for him.
While treated poorly by his kind, Xan survived childhood, living in the tales of the great gods of dragons and the creation of the kobold race--at least what accounts he could find. Reverence for the destroyer Dahak was not within him, and more and more he wished for the gaps in their histories--why did Dahak and Apsu war? Why did the great dragons destroy, if they were so powerful? These gnawed at him, and eventually he departed from his clan to seek out the truth.
What he found in the outside world was wondrous. Kind souls, friendship and honor; he fit in well among humans and other races, who--while at first suspicious of his coloring, recognized his innocence and curiosity and took him in. One evening, he encountered a young scholar who--upon hearing of his interest in early tales of the dragon gods, referred him to an institutional library where he could learn of Apsu and other deities from a less adversarial perspective than that of his clan.
Suffice it to say, he fell in love.
The nobility of dragonkind was so much more appealing from the perspective of good, where magnanimity and temperance were the instruments that elevated one above beasts of destruction and raw power. Having taken naturally to the world, he felt affiliation with Apsu, the creator, and when he could set out to visit the god's shrines and temples. Eventually, he took up the god's mantle both as a measure of devotion and pursuant to a personal redemption for his chromatic ancestry.