(so i was thinking your character could be the dragonborn and she befriends them and they go on adventures together?)
Amara walked into Whiterun, running her hand through her long blonde hair. She had just gotten back from killing a deer, and it was swung over her left shoulder. Some blood got on her armor, but she didn't mind. She brought it over to her friend's stall and dropped it off. Her friend smiled at her with crooked teeth before passing her some gold. She was a mercenary, but on the side she hunted game and sold it to her friend in Whiterun. She didn't have a job at the moment; there usually was less trouble in the winter. She had heard rumors of a Dragonborn in the area, but of course she didn't believe it. How could that even be possible?