I think my favorite Developing Truesona Lore is like- I'm an eight foot tall dragon with absolutely no... powers. Can't fly, can breathe fire but like, average amounts, and I'm not some ancient and divine beast....
....but I know how to fly jets so literally none of it matters
"sire, the dragon seeks to defy and destroy our armies"
"Does the foul beast descend from on high on wings that block out the sun?"
"....In a matter of speaking, sire, the beast is in a F-105 Thunderchief"
I dunno, the notion of being a critter like that whose fearsome reputation is entirely the product of honing an otherwise mundane and normal skill tickles me pink, literally nothing is the result of being born in the right form, I just got Real Good At Jets. A subversion, but also just true to the kind of person I am, who doesn’t really have much of a power fantasy but sure can read a Chuck’s Guide
