Your Very First Character

[masteraleph]

Originally an elven ranger. With a bow. And the personality of a wet sponge. I think my second character attempted to make up for that in almost every way possible, other than being melee only.

[Morithias]

Playboy Dread Necromancer. Blonde hair, blue eyes, loves the ladies, and was LN. Had a knight-like sense of "honor."

[RailTracer]

My first character was with my friends' PbP Dark Heresy game. Didn't amount to much, but he was sort of a sniper/sharpshooter type, who eventually got reformatted for the same friends' Deathwatch game as an apothecary. I still remember the character being in a large chamber, watching what I think was a ceremonial procession, and he and another character (a psyker) spotted a gun on one of the people. The psyker whispered to the person next to him that they were in danger. My character pretty much just announced it out loud. Needless to say, it didn't go well...

[Hobson70]

My first character was a warrior with an urgent need to kill people. He was quick to action, never ran from a fight, and nearly always was on the brink of death. Three decades later, I am fascinated to see what that revealed about how I saw myself at that point in my life. He was the first in a long line of gutsy and blood-thirsty characters I created, which pretty much encompasses all the weaknesses I felt I had. They also were loyal and honorable, going neutral was as "bad" as my fighters got.

[Cain]

A human bard named Reedric Gallows in 3.5
The universe seemed to have a grudge against him. He was convinced of this because:

• He never hit anything with his Rapier. Ever. In every combat encounter we had.
• The only thing he did manage to stab was his own foot, TWICE, both on critical failures (Houserule: If you roll a 1, roll 1d20 again to determine just how badly you failed.)
• Although he DID find what appeared to be a very powerful magical scroll, it turned out, on translation by another player after our escape, to just be a scroll of disgustingly graphic Dragonborn erotica...
• He was geassed never to lie to anyone above True Neutral for most of the campaign....he had a bluff skill of +16 and glibness.

In the end the DM decreed that his very existence WAS begrudged by the universe, because it turned out that somehow he was disconnected from the weaves of fate at birth and none of the gods actually held sway over him at all. Turns out fate likes to recoil from him forcing his lack of good luck and divine intervention.

[Highborne]

Wasn't my first char ever, but my most memorable one was a Human Fighter who I managed to roll an 18/91 for Strength and then high Con and a bit of Dex. Dropped Intelligence down to essentially as low as it could go and same with charisma.

I managed to background a story of being a freakishly tall and strong human (not a Giant, but probably a form of gigantism) giving him the stature of around 7' and weight of 350lbs, while retaining his massive strength and durability.

Wielded a 2 handed battle axe in 1 hand and a tower shield in the other, was the party's front line with a mage, thief, cleric and ranger.

I think the most memorable moment was when we got ambushed by a troll, and I wrestled him essentially 1 on 1 pinning him to the ground for my team-mates to cut off his head and burn the body afterwards. Also, when a town barred us from entering due to being past curfew and I lifted the portcullis to allow entry for my friends myself.

Ahh good times.

[under cover]

Zantar was mine. He is still brought up around the roleplaying group. He was a fighter, straight 3.0 DnD style. He was a lot of fun to play because I roleplayed him, and I wasn't worried about the mechanics and optimization like I get caught up in now. Zantar was like a Sultan prince from old Damascus or out of Arabian Nights. He carried a huge falchion with matching kukri. flaming, plus two, returning, and he had the throw anything, monkey grip, and two weapong fighting feats, among others. Good times. I miss the old days.

[DaMavster]

My very first character was for a homebrew system my friends and I came up with in college (called Lore. Kind of a more crunchy version of Fate, though we'd never heard of Fate. Not even sure it existed then...). My character was a private eye in a Steam Punkish setting. He was loosely based on DC's The Question.

Only he wore a bald wig. Because he was ashamed.

Of his baldness.

Raises pistol and points it at noise source. "Friend or Foe?!" Fires pistol without waiting for an answer. <BANG>

[Togot]

Dirk the Jerk, 3.5 Halfling rogue based on Belkar for order of the stick. He was a crude, violent, stupid homicidal halfing that loved to stab things. He was a lot of fun to play for tabletop with my friends, but I don’t think he’d go over very well on this site.

His highlights include: getting anally raped by a male dwarf, knocking up a female lycanthrope, having a drow slave, getting a pet baby crystal dragon, making a significant contribution to the extinction of the kobold race

[walfulninja]

My first character was Maxamillion Nimblefingers the rouge (a cookie to the person to first get the pun). He was a dashing, charismatic man (well elf but what ever) that tended to get himself in trouble a lot. It was all fun and games in till he mocked a sahuagin jailer. The jailer smacked him,which attracted sharks that ripped him limb from limb. I still shed a tear every time I see his sheet *sniff*.

[Choo Choo]

Oh dear. My very first roleplaying character... it was a free-form text RPG on GaiaOnline, I was thirteen years old, and my character was a ~super special snowflake~ hauntingly beautiful and clichéd elven rogue who was perfect in every single way.

My first proper character was for 3.5E, a narcissistic sun elven wizard who had some serious, belligerent UST with the party rogue, a moon elf. Fun times.

[Majesty]

My first real roleplay character was for Discovery Freelancer. I played him for about two years on an off before retiring him for more interesting specimens.

[Lifted]

Hiro Vox

This was a rather short lived game to teach me and a few friends how to play. It was one of those "you wake up on a ship, chained up, and no memory of how you got here..."

We were level seven, and I used a spell to rust the chains so we could get free. The three of us fought tooth and nail (me, as the druid, used a bit more tooth and nail than the others), and eventually, we killed the shapeshifting captain of the ship. Our victory was short lived as our ship promptly began being eaten by a kraken. The other two died, though I turned into an albatros and flew back to land.

[Wolf173]

My first character was an elf ranger named Evan Gelanodel, I believe he made it to level 15 before we as a DND group went our seperate ways. He had a Dire Wolf animal companion who allowed my character to ride him. he was a bit of a drunk constantly getting into bar fights after being forced into many drinking contests with dwarves and half-orcs although his preferred drink was a drow wine called spider's blood which unless you take measures to to develop an immunity you could be poisoned (risking his life was the only time he wasn't bored) but to punish my character for something (I think it was because I killed his favorite villian's pet) my DM made it so no matter how much he drank he'd be sober.

[Anarion]

Garren Whitefeather, a Neutral Good Cleric in 2nd ed AD&D GM allowed my character to come in at 3rd level as the rest of the party where a few levels higher, keeping in mind classes had different experience amounts to level, clerics being relatively in the middle in comparison to say some of the fancier classes like Paladins or Druids.