You play as a dragonborn reflavored as the whistle dinosaur, the Parasaurolophus, in which your breath weapon is thunder damage. Frozen for centuries beneath the ice where as just a young dinosaur you fell into when the comet first struck the ancient world. Discovered years later you take up an oath to your ancestors as a paladin to discover which ever God summoned that comet. As an Oath of the Ancients Paladin, your Nature's Wrath summons the plant life from the late cretaceous period. Your holy symbol? A fossil of what you assume is your father. Your aura of warding gifts your allies a comforting layer of feathers and scales to protect them. But the real icing on the cake is you walk around telling everyone their various bad behaviors are what killed the dinosaurs.
Carrying around my dead father: