Your Very First Character

[mad_gondsman]

My very first character was a White Wizard named Mirinn, in the Dragonlance setting. Good lord, that was a terrible game. So many bad judgement calls and ridiculous scenarios, but none of us really knew what we were doing. I loved that character, though. I spent more time daydreaming about what he could have done than I ever did actually playing him.

I grew bored with Dragonlance and fell in love with the Forgotten Realms soon after that short session and once I was pushed into being the resident DM, he became a fixture of sorts in my campaigns over the years, giving the players direction and/or plot hooks. He still thinks Elminster is a self-important, condescending twit with all of the style of a horse's backside, too. Halaster, though... there's a wizard that knows how to party.

[Foxtrot]

My first character was a fighter named Dirk who had some extremely bad luck. Actually I just rolled poorly for him in that adventure.

After my first adventure with him, this other player and I began an adventure in which one of us did something to tick off the other. It was a long time ago, so I don't remember the specifics. Regardless, we began attacking each other until we basically killed each other. Our DM decided after that session that our characters were found and brought back from the dead. My character reincarnated as a lizard man. His resurrected as a zombie. Once more we tried to start an adventure and once more we ended up fighting. I won that battle, but he came back again and got me later as a dwarf I believe. Thus the stage was set for our two characters to continue to meet up after being brought back from the dead and once more killing each other. It became a competition between us after a while. If I remember right the DM made it into some sort of thing where they were pawns of two rival gods to explain the countless returns from the dead. I don't remember how many times we fought, but it was interesting because we usually didn't start fighting until we learned who the other was. Then all hopes of finishing the adventure were off.

Fortunately the DM knew what he was getting into when he had both characters together and often set it up for us as a kind of evil twist knowing what the outcome would be. It was fun, but unfortunately never really gave me the chance to have fun with the game the way it was supposed to be played. Luckily I had other characters for that.

[DemonZypher]

I remember mine well. his name was Zyrith Kendaal. He is currently lvl 23 and a Drow Rogue/Shadowdancer. I remember when I first rolled him, I didn't have a single score below 15, in which my DM asked, "Want to Reroll?" I declined earnestly. He started out adventuring with his trusted Meat Shield Tirion Thundercloud, your stereotypical human. I actually hadn't read any of R.A. Salvatore's books yet, so I had the chance to play a completely chaotic neutral character. He laughed, he hardly cried, and did occasionally enjoy the thrill of the chase. Tirion eventually died when the duo and some other compatriots headed their way to the Temple of Elemental Evil. Zyrith barely escaped with his neck, carrying only finger of his old comrade. (Death attacks can be a jerk to fighters)

Now, all alone, Zyrith started to develop his Shadow dancing abilities. He became able to summon shades and move vast distances in a blink. His daggers became his only friends and his personality started to become cold. His heart gave way to evil and he eventually worked his way to Neutral Evil. Taking on assassination jobs, he earned his lot, working with other adventurers only if they got him close to his next objective (the DM made sure there was a reason.) Eventually Zyrith happened upon his next target, a sorceress by the name of Maryllia Amnel, a human with extraordinary abilities for divination and a shocking grasp that could turn a lizard folk into a finely cooked meal. Zyrith came, not knowing what was in store for him. As soon as he stepped foot in the room, melting out of a shadow, he was pinned (hold person can be evil sometimes). Luckily for dear Zyrith, Shadow Dancers are trained well in having a very sly and sneaky mind. And thus, their battle began. To shorten it, it ended with both characters down to their last few HP, a dagger pressed to Maryllia's neck, and hand charged with enough electricity to power a city, just inches away from Zyrith's forehead. The two looked at each other for a long while, then both slumped over on the ground, both laughing so hard that they had to make fortitude saves to not crack a rib.

The two got married, the wedding ring being so expensive that Zyrith actually had to go on two full blown adventures to rob a couple castles blind. Now they currently travel together, looking for someplace to settle down. To this day, the only thing Zyrith has ever been afraid of is his own wife.

I actually would really love to play him again, and I still have his character sheet backed up so many times that it is ridiculous.

[Kaellas Durin]

My first character started as a Pharmacist, (We were playing on the Warhammer D10/D100 system), and became a full fledge Doctor, on his first adventure he lost an eye and mangled his left arm badly.

He was mostly useless the first few sessions but I stuck with it, (the power fo peer preassure) and became quite good at healing, he retired a heroe, but there are three moments I will never forget.

1) We were interrogating a soldier from the bad guys army, he wouldnt talk even though my dwarven companion was punching him silly, I did what I still consider to be one of my best RPs, using my Doctor knowledge to describe to our prisoner how much pain I could inflict without killing him how many poisons and diseases I could infect him with, I whispered this on his ear, them I bluffed about how I had performed hundreds of such tortures how I had a record of 54 hours alive of constant torture and agony that I wanted to beat with him as my subject...The prisoner talked immediatly without me laying a finger the first I did something none of my companions could do.

2) I was operating on a DM NPC I did the operation perfectly what I didnt knew at the time was that one of the Player characters was a mole and he had put Poison on my medical tools the DM NPC died and I got the blame for it, had I not done the operation perfectly I think I would have been linched by my own party!!

3) We were saving this village from an invading horde I was on the hospital tending to the wounded when a Demon infected Orc made it into the hospital, I had to fight him alone, I got to go first, I used the only weapon I had my knife, which was dipped with a demon bane poison, I managed to hit him (no small feat for a non combat character), but the demon was so powerfull that poison had only 5% chance of working, I rolled it and got it, the poison made the demon inside the orc rip through the orc's body and once outside died because it couldnt survive without its host, killing them both in one hit with a very bloody explosion, becuse of that because the wounded villagers saw me do it and to them it seemd I had done it with ease, the village named Demon Slayer, and demons were frightened to face me from them on a reputation I did my best to never have to prove:P

[ICWolf]

My first D&D character was in 3.5. A Rogue by the name of Dammit I'm Mad. Five minutes into the game I was killed by a goblin that Coup de Graced me. My buddies were nice and brought me to a necromancer. I became a litch's flunky and the spellcaster tagged along with us until the end of the twelve level campaign.

[Bishop1138]

My first character was called Kara, a Rogue that since early childhood had found herself on the edge of society, surviving by pickpocketing and running less than reputable errands for underworld figures. A life like this is not kind to a child and she grew to abhor humanoids for their easy fall to corruption.

By her early twenties she had had enough of living under the thumb of unworthy masters and struck out on her own road (with a well deserved but not freely given severance package), stopping where she wished and always relying on her reflexes and wit to get her through each day.

Though seen as a petty existence by some, all she saw it as was keeping things interesting.

She bit the big one storming a vampire's castle, taken down by a swarm of giant bats. Thanks to her sacrifice the party managed to slay him and free the town he was terrorising.

[Tarseque]

My very first character was a Dwarf fighter with a little bit of a weight issue (Curse my rolling). he had lots of adventures and fun with the party. Most of the time, he was trying to figure out how to fit in certain halls or crawl spaces. Sometimes the party had to assist him in his climb checks. The best moment was when he was knocked on conscious in a tavern and the attackers tried to hall him off but it took to many of them so my party was able to catch on and subdue them before they got to far. he was a great little fighter but sadly, the campaign just ended.

[Mafasa]

My very first character was very interesting and complex

[celticwar17]

My first character was a Half-elf Paladin and i started at level one in a currently playing party that was already level 5. I got him up to level 8, having a hard time doing anything significant... i had to come up with strange ways of benefiting the party in battle, because of stupid constructs and demons we were so commonly encountering which often had weapon resistances of all weapons +2 magical and lower.

[CloudedVision]

Ah... Your first character threat.

My first character is an 'Artificer' themed wizard (Eberron wasn't out yet). Although he is practically useless in everything else, but he distributed potions, scrolls and magic items like no one else's business. In fact, when he retired from all the adventuring gibberish, he's a recurring NPC shopkeeper in my campaigns as 'that damn moneygrubbing wizard' that sells the best stuff, but does not accept gold as payment. =D

[chumprock]

My very first character was a fighter, created during lunch in 6th grade in 1981. I remember this character specifically for his stupidity, because I guess that's how I thought I would roleplay him when I was a sixth grader, which led to him falling into a pit before ever swinging a sword and dying within an 20 minutes of being played.

But oh boy was that just the beginning.

[jgknight]

My first character was an Elven sorcerer, The greatest thing he ever did was when he and his companions were walking down a canyon when a highwayman (or at least I remember it being a highwayman) tried to attack us, he threatened us with the fact that he had place large rocks at the top of the canyon and all he had to do was used the wand he was holding to make the rocks fall. my sorcerer looked up and fired a couple of magic missals making the rocks fall on him and than our Druid clear up the path and we continued on our journey. Fun times.

[BT123]

I hated my first charactor he died in 1 round to an army of druids but it was my fault i just started playing without learning how to play but im learning now.

[Melchior]

I made my very first character way back in AD&D. Years ago now and I remember very little about him anymore. He was an Elven Ranger, who acted more like a fighter. I think he technically had a bow, but at some point he found a magic greatsword and from that point on used it almost exclusively. I remember him being brash and perhaps a little suicidally insane and because I was like 11 at the time his first response to every problem was "I sword at it".

He had an NPC sister who was a cleric of some elven goddess, and because my DM at the time was a jerk she was constantly getting kidnapped or threatened.

That ranger died years ago, bravely facing a horde of angry orcs and trolls.

[Kaito Asuke]

Let's see, I still remember him well. Craven Blackwind, a Cleric of Kelemvor, started out at level 20, the start of an epic campaign. Cruel and grueling of an experience but I learned quite a lot out of it. Party were a bunch of old acquaintances whom decided to meet up after 15 years of absence. We had a DMPC who was a lich shadow adept, a bard/fighter with a spiked chain, an elf druid, a gargoyle rogue and myself. Over the course of the game I died on two different occasions at the hands of an avatar of Cyric. I was flung back to the world of the living by Kelemvor, with the second time being an avatar myself. To kill the avatar, we combined weave magic, shadow magic, and raw divine energy, replicating a reaction similar to matter, anti-matter, and dark energy. Let's just say that a good portion of Cormyr did not survive. Eventually (around level 40), we meet up with a illithid lich and spellthief; DMPC is found to be an agent of Magius (same character from Chrono Trigger) and thus the party had to travel to Sigil to stop him. After getting b*tchslapped by the Lady of Pain twice, we finally meet up with Magius. We attempt to stop him, but the campaign ends. Our DM purposely did not want us to engage with Magius. So we were left with a semi-cliffhanger that pretty much indicates that the party was doomed to fail and that rolling for it was pointless, much less roleplay it.

The hallmark of my cleric was that his battlecry was always; "For Kelemvor!" and it would result in him ripping his chestplate and turn the undead with his manly shining chest. Managed to make the illithid lich soil himself in my shining glory. There was also the instance where my character was being raped by pit fiends when I was sent to the lower planes, and I got lost in the 139th layer of the Abyss.

My roleplaying abilities have improved drastically since then, but I'll always remember my cleric. He taught the importance lessons that 1)my DM was a huge powergamer, 2)wizards are stupidly powerful, 3) the Lady of Pain is a women who hasn't gotten any in ten million years, 4)being stabbed by the Soul Reaver sucks, and 5)anti-matter/matter explosions are always a decent means to eradicate your foes.