First D&D character

[Avor]

We all had one, let's hear about it, good times, mistakes, etc.

Mine was in school, we barely knew the rules and had 1 PHB between all of us. I was a elf druid, I didn't know jack about how to play it. I spent most of the time messing with the dwarf and vice versa. One time a rune was smashed, and unleathed some bad magic, we ran for our lives, trying to trip each other the whole way.

My first character where I know the rules was a samurai. I thought I was being realy cool. Leaping from the boat, Katana and Wakazashi, cleaving through gnolls. Then I take a morning star to the face, crit hit, and at level one. short lived, but so badass.

[Oracle_Hunter]

2E (AD&D), with stats rolled up with a d20, rather than 3d6.

Surprisingly, I ended up with 4 straight 16s, and nothing below a 12. With stats like that, well, I still couldn't be a Paladin, so I became a Druid.

Why? Because I was really excited about the possibilities of shifting into one mammal, reptile, and bird per day (dig out the encyclopedias!) and powers like "identify plant with 100% accuracy." I don't think he actually went on many adventurers (I traded off DMing with a friend, but I was much better at it than he was - which isn't saying much :smalltongue:) but somehow he got to level 8.

His name? Possibly the lamest one ever, because I just used a word I thought sounded cool. Spoiled for embarrassment :smallredface:

Da⋅is /ˈdeɪɪs, ˈdaɪ-, deɪs
–noun
a raised platform, as at the front of a room, for a lectern, throne, seats of honor, etc.

Origin:
1225–75; ME deis < AF (OF dois) < L discus quoit; see discus

Hey, I was like 10, give me a break :smallredface:

[Flickerdart]

First character ever? A 3.0 Elf Sorcerer, because I thought they were cool. I took Diehard as the feat because I didn't see the prerequisite. The only spells I ever used were Prestidigitation (though my DM himself had less that a coherent grasp on the rules and treated it like Silent Image, and then had all the monsters make the save to disbelieve without interacting with it) and Magic Missile.
Oh, and did I mention he would take random monsters from the MM and cut down their HP? We fought some Githzerai as our first enemies, unadjusted except for HP.

My first character where I actually sort of knew what I was doing was a 10th level Elven Wizard on some adventures in Mechanus.

My first character where I actually knew what I was doing is now being played in Fax's game in the IRC.

[Assassin89]

1E stats rolled with 3d6
Relatively pathetic with only a 15 in int and not really noteworthy in the other stats.

He was a wizard with only the sleep spell, but he lasted for only one day, because the DM decided to change to 3.5 after the first adventure.

I was able to make a peaceful solution after encountering some goblins and one surrendered, while looking for a horse.

Wizard ended up being cursed by ghosts because he went looking for a cat in the market place, and lost track of time.

[Morty]

My first D&D character ever was a 3.0 half-elf wizard, loooong ago. I remember rolling extremely good stats - the lowest roll was 13, and I rolled an 18 too. However, I kept preparing wrong spells, even though the DM made it easy for us and let me pick from all 1st level spells.

[Lupy]

I've DM'd for over a year and never had a character. *sob*

[Narmoth]

On vacation, with my borther trying to remember the 2nd ed AD&D rules, I made a paladin. He got from lvl 1 to 4, and was killed by an unfortunate encounter with a lish. I think I was about 11 then (22 now)
I guess I always return to the theme of the holy warrior, with a bit different angles as the time passes. My current character is a fallen paladin, palyed by the blackguard stats, that tries to redeem himself, but due to various problems including depression and alcoholism, and a punishing uncompassionate god, St.Cuhbert, he fails. He still fights for the cause of good though, and I think he'll succeed to redeem himself by the end of the campaign

[AslanCross]

I DMed for almost 2 years before I started playing my first character.

My first character is a Warforged Fighter 2/Warblade 4 named Two. He fights with an executioner's mace and loves shoving things around. Formerly a shock trooper used in the tail end of the Last War (Eberron) by the nation of Karrnath, he was purchased by House Deneith (Dragonmarked House of Bodyguards and Mercenaries) and now travels with the Swordsage in the party, who is himself a House Deneith heir.

Best Moment: Using Charging Minotaur to knock a raging Dire Wolverine back 15 feet, then charging it again in the next round to crush it into near death.

Worst Moment: Failing a will save against a half-dragon mummy's despair aura (this was in the end of the first chapter of Eyes of the Lich Queen), unable to even use his Moment of Perfect Mind counter due to being flat-footed. He was shut down for 3 rounds. The mummy was incinerated in less than 2 rounds by the swordsage. >_o I'd wanted to bull rush the mummy into the magma chasm. (And now I realize that while he's vulnerable to fear effects, he's immune to paralysis. Oh well. -_-)

Most Embarrassing Moment: After being invited by a tribe of lizardfolk to join a dance (celebrating the party's return of their sacred spear), he failed horribly on his Perform (dance) check (what with his 9 CHA?) and ended up doing the Caramelldansen. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qwlKP0bRSFQ).

[RTGoodman]

My first EVER character was a Human Wizard named Eldagor who was a standard evoker kinda fellow. He used up all his spells for the day in the first fight against a horde of goblins (I was the only newbie player, and no one told me any different), and then spent the rest of the session's encounters plinking away with my crossbow. His claim to fame, of course, was in the second encounter, where he decided to hide in the trees rather than fight the enemies, rolled a natural 20, and (as the DM declared) climbed to the very top of the tree. Sadly, that was the first and last session for him.


My first character that lasted a while was Krugg, the traditional Half-Orc Barbarian (who, even with penalties to Int and Cha, didn't have an ability score below 11). His first adventure was to, with the rest of the party, find a chicken thief (who, by the end of the session, we had actually just declared a chicken raper). He managed to save the last chicken in town, decided to keep him as a pet, and named him (of course) Chicken. Then the DM decided that chickens are too stupid to be pets and made me leave him behind with an NPC. :smallfrown: Krugg and Chicken, of course, are now immortalized in my avatar here. :smallbiggrin:

[MCerberus]

Much to my shame it mine was an Elf Fighter using a longsword and shield. He threw the party rogue at an orc and died in a fire by burning a large library down while inside of it.

[d13]

A Human Druid... Good times xD

His lowest stat was, like... 14 or sth like that xD

[Admiral Squish]

My first character? Oh, gods... the first character I ever made was a Pixie rogue who was ridiculously badass and dual-wielded shocking short swords. First character I ever played was a pair of halfling rogue twins who spent a lot of time flanking. First character who I had the slightest idea of how to work was a warforged monk, who actually worked surprisingly well, for being a monk. Nothing quite as awesome as a grim warforged with a pair of battlefists and a tattered white cape leaping from one airship to another, then proceeding to beat down an entire ship full of soldiers solo.

[Graymayre]

my first character was in a session that was being played at a boy scout summer camp (as most people enter into D&D :smallsmile:)

3rd edition Dwarven Fighter. 3rd level when the rest of the team was around 5.

His moments of glory consisted of:
-entering an oasis alone for water and being seduced by sirens of some type. When the DM said that they were draining my wisdom, I just "let it ride" because I thought something entirely different was going on.

-hitting a dire bear with a throwing dagger from nearly a football field length away (natural 20)

-standing in a 10ft wide corridor next to another fighter at the front line against opponents that vastly out matched me. I survived.

Unfortunately, I never got to finish the quest...

[FinalJustice]

My first character was Shorik Bun Zang, a Dwarven Monk. No, really. I really like running away from archetipes. I had all sorts of fun with the little Shorik. Since we were a bunch of newbies and I had the best rolls in the party, I could keep up pretty well.

One of his best momments was when, after four whole levels (we started at level one), his Stunning Fist finally stunned something. Turns out 'something' was some big scorpion who dropped the cleric to 1pv in one blow, and after the stunning, we could gang up and mow it to death before it had time to kill us all. (Six members, plus one NPC, all declaring sneak attacks and power attacks loudly. Fun times...)

The worst momments. Well, pretty much every other time I said 'Stunning Fist'... When I managed to roll higher than five, the foe made its save. ¬¬

[Avor]

My first character that lasted a while was Krugg, the traditional Half-Orc Barbarian (who, even with penalties to Int and Cha, didn't have an ability score below 11). His first adventure was to, with the rest of the party, find a chicken thief (who, by the end of the session, we had actually just declared a chicken raper). He managed to save the last chicken in town, decided to keep him as a pet, and named him (of course) Chicken. Then the DM decided that chickens are too stupid to be pets and made me leave him behind with an NPC. Krugg and Chicken, of course, are now immortalized in my avatar here.

It reminds me of an obese cat we once had, it was a bit of a joke thing to find, but he took it, and it was in every campain with that player since. It didn't do anything, it could barely move. all it did was make this deep, low "mrow".

[Fortinbras]

My first (and favorite) was a bastard sword wielding dwarven fighter. My first year or so of gaming was spent in a cometition with the parties elf ranger. Basicly we spent the entire game trying to see how much powergaming we could get away with without getting caught. I even slapped on three levels of samurai, but insisted on giving him a scottish accent. Over a year and several campaigns later I'm still playing him. The elf ranger is no more.

[Zaq]

My first d20 character was named Cadell, in an Iron Heroes game. He was a Spiritualist (note to DMs running Iron Heroes: Do not allow Spiritualists. They don't play the same game as everyone else. Thankfully I was too newbish to really break anything, but they are so easily abused...), focusing more on party heals and buffs than on attacking. He had a spiked whip that he made himself which I thought was pretty badass... I was too busy struggling over the rules and figuring out what the hell I was doing to really do too many memorable things with him, though he did collapse a ceiling on top of a group of zombies. That was fun. Oh, and he levitated an ally away from the same group of zombies, without that ally's consent. He got I think to level 5 before the campaign ended.

My first actual D&D character was Count Morgu, a Necromancer. (Not a specialist wizard, but the base class from the third-party book "Secret College of Necromancy." They had a unique spell list and some cool powers, though knowing then what I know now I wouldn't have even asked to play it, because it's really wonky. Still, I didn't hurt anything too badly.) There were two base classes in that book, the Death Knight and the Necromancer. The Death Knight had an alignment restriction of "any evil." The Necromancer had no alignment restriction. When I saw that, I knew I absolutely had to play a lawful good necromancer. He hated himself and his powers, but no matter what he tried, he couldn't do anything else. He was a lot of fun (I wrote a real Russian novel of a backstory for him), but he only survived two or three sessions before the GM had to quit and I took over. Oh, and his familiar was the (flying, talking) skull of his former master. That was cool.

My first really real D&D character that actually used WotC books and WotC classes was Lascinth, a whip-wielding Scout. He tended to get overshadowed by his partymates, but it was neat to play a non-magical character. He didn't do too much worth mentioning (I didn't get Pounce for him or anything, so while he could sling around some d6s with Skirmish, he was far from optimized), though he did end up piloting the Bowsermobile, our party's pimped-out carriage. It had scorching ray headlights, neon underglow, and a pop-up mast and sail. That was awesome.

[Kaihaku]

Second Edition Druid named Grackle Greenleaf. :smallwink:

[Swooper]

I don't think I actually remember my very first D&D character. My brother (nine years older than me, veteran roleplayer then) gave me the D&D 1st Edition Encyclopaedia for my... I think it was 11th birthday, maybe 12th. Me and my friends messed around with that for a bit (I remember almost nothing from those sessions except that we were once TPK'd by kobolds with crossbows).

My brother eventually agreed to DM a session of AD&D 2nd Edition. I played Diliatha, a female elf fighter/mage then (inspired by an elf chick from a picture of an adventuring party with a hanged young green dragon... anyone else remember that picture vividly? I think it might have been in one of the old Complete Handbooks).

We started the adventure "Orange and Black" from Dungeon #70 or so (I have his old stack of Dungeon magazines now, which is great because no-one else has/remembers the adventures from those and they can usually be converted to 3.5 without much trouble!) but didn't finish it (much, much later I started running that same adventure for my friends, one of whom participated in that first 2E group.. they didn't finish it either :smallsigh:).

Good times... :smallsmile:

[Fortinbras]

Tough but intelectual my characters proudest moments were solving any puzzle and slicing through any vilian that the DM through at him.

His saddest moment; well the DM ruled that since I didn't make a spot check I he didn't have to tell me that the "band of brigands bradishing daggers" was really a couple of punk kids with switch blades. Needles to say the violated my lawful good alignment.

[Woodsman]

First character was Roth Arytiss, an amnesiac, who, sadly, never recovered his memory. 3.5 Human Barbarian. His shining moment in my opinion was wiping out two skeletons practically by himself with only a halberd (level 5 at the time). He and the party cleric were the only original members who didn't either die or have their player's drop out.

Most embarrassing moment in my opinion was when my DM introduced a character from my past and had her tell my character they were lovers. He makes things awkward on purpose, and openly claims it.

[Zephyros]

My first character was made in a church youth camp... (imagine that xD )

To make things worse we started at level 1 (3.5) and the DM let me play an elf- Half-Succubus (anyone remembers what they were called?) whose base class was Assassin... Needless to say he was a big-time poser (what with the 23 DEX at level 1, go figure) and fought with 2 wakizashis named claws of darkness. He was also half-mad and went coocoo crazy at times... As we played in FR he managed to befriend Alustriel and be badass with Elminster...

Try to picture one of the priests expression when he accidentally overheard us playing:
Me: "Feeling my demonic heritage overflowing in my veins...ULP! Father John?"

That was some 8 years ago...

Oh and his name was Deledhel (Elf of horror in Qyenia)

[Swooper]

...we started at level 1 (3.5)... That was some 8 years ago...
Interesting, since 3.5 came out in 2003 :smalltongue:

[Zephyros]

^^ You minor nitpicker!!! :smallyuk:


OK it was 8 years ago.. But it was 3.0... It was my first and last touch with 3.0 D&D. Next time I played we played 3.5 :smallsigh:

[charl]

About 13 years ago, a thief in basic. Then I lost that character in the first session, so I made a dwarf, who died after two sessions, so I made a cleric instead, and that guy stuck around for almost five years of gaming. In my mind the cleric is my first real character because of that.

[Prometheus]

2nd edition wizard. I got killed because I had 2 hp.

If you don't count that, I was a 3rd edition fighter who thought the Falchion was the best weapon in the game and made a fool out of myself when I tried to use a torch as an improvised weapon. That aside, I did well enough.

Ever since I had been the guy in the seat making fun of other people (thank you very much).

[LoneStarNorth]

My very first D&D character was Dugger the human barbarian. In an attempt to be unique and interesting, I fluffed him out as a drunken lout rather than a warrior savage. He had a very short run, as this was a PbP game that died quickly.

My first non-PbP character was Smashgar Ironcobbles, dwarven barbarian. He was a very undwarven dwarf, forging friendships with goblinoids and being highly chaotic. He was slain by a green dragon and reincarnated as a halfling. Short man syndrome quickly drove him down the path of evil after that, and he left the party to become an NPC villain. The game died before he could show up again though.

[ken-do-nim]

Well I'm a lot older than most of you. My 1st character was a 1E fighter named after myself. He did manage to get to level 10, but along the way he got energy drained about 6 levels worth and aged by ghosts an extra 40 or so years, and picked up a ring that gave him berserking rages. His main claim to fame was acquiring a rod of lordly might early on and wasting legions of foes with the +4 battleaxe and cone of fear.

[Obscurejones]

First real character was a half orc barbarian rolled up by my DM to keep me from accidentally breaking a rule. Lasted five weeks and his proudest moment was dying after killing 60 Orcs without any aid. His worst moment is also my favorite. His low intelligence led to a house rule that he thought "cryptic" meant "horizon" and winter was pronounced "win-tar-ae". His dying words were "As I gaze out into the win-tar-ae cryptic".

[merfolkotpt]

My first real character was in second edition core. I played a 1/2 elf Thief with better stats then the rest of the party something like 18 17 16 15 15 13. Super funny when the main fighter in the group is like hey I can't move this door and I was like oh i'll get it, at least until he got those gauntlets of ogre power. Anyway, that character actually lived through the whole campaign to be level 8 or 9 before people went away to college. That was like a 4 year campaign too. So much fun. That character also thought it was a good idea to dual wield daggers, and once got upset that the wizard in the group destroyed an evil item of his that he took that wizards spell books. I believe the wizard then blew off his own head with a staff of thunder and lightning. Did I mention this character was CN? :smallwink:

[KillianHawkeye]

My first D&D character was a Grey Elf Fighter back in a AD&D 2nd Edition Planescape game. It was my only 2nd Edition character, since 3rd Edition came out right after the campaign ended. He was a longsword specialist who managed to acquire a suit of Elven Plate armor with the Blending enchantment (so I could make it look like something else, I think).

There were two really memorable things about this character. First, since this was my first time playing D&D and a few years before I read the Lord of the Rings, I had no idea what kind of a name an Elf should have. So for the first couple of game sessions, I just didn't have a name, until finally the other players started calling me 'Sam', and it stuck. So I was Sam the Elf.

The second thing was that I wasn't much of a roleplayer back then, so a lot of times I would end up quietly watching the more dominant players during NPC interactions. It kinda became a joke that my character was just hard to notice, like he just didn't stand out in a crowd, but the DM worked it so that it was being caused mystically by my character being somehow 'disconnected' with the world. (I vaguely remember something about him not having a Thread of Fate or some such thing. It was definitely some kind of mystical thread.) Anyway, the point of it was that I somehow became the Lady of Pain's unwilling consort. Don't ask me how. I didn't even know who she was back then (except for the fact that nobody in Sigil wanted to mess with her, and that she was huge or something).

So yeah, special thanks to my old DM for playing my shyness and inexperience into something awesome.

[Mauril Everleaf]

My first DnD character was actually six characters. I was playing a rather modded version of 1e ADnD. I had a human fighter, a dwarf fighter, a human cleric, an elf thief, an elf wizard and a human of a homebrew class called a Rhunic Knight (like a paladin but arcane instead). They made it from level 1 to level 8 (which is really high for those that have never played with my DM). Their names were Maris, Brignan, Derian Felsang, Leria Ashbow, Kethara Sabine and Marc Ariadar, respectively. They primarily used a great sword, a great axe, a mace, a short bow, a sling/magic, and a longsword (again respectively). Leria has been carried on through many different campaigns, being converted to a Scout/Ranger for her stint in 3.x. The Crowning Moment of Awesome for this group was killing a frost giant at level 3 before the big guy even got a chance to attack. One crit from the dwarf's axe and two from the thief's bow brought him down. We actually ended up killing two more of these guys (which were waaaay above our level).

[ShadowFighter15]

Only started playing D&D recently so my first character (who my avatar is of) is really my only one (I do have a felid sorceress mostly statted out, but I don't think she'll be showing up for a while (and that's ignoring whether a racial template from the BoEF would be accepted, I made a slight change so that the template is the only thing taken from the book (the appearance mod was changed into a charisma one))).

He's a young, semi-self taught duskblade (he learned swordsmanship from his ex-adventurer father and magic from the local wizard and his stepmother) who wields a scimitar, though I personally imagine the weapon to be more like a talwar or saif, which are both types of scimitar.

The game he's in is over on Myth Weavers and he's done pretty well for himself (not the least of which is thanks to our DM; I told him that Erik's fighting style is similar to Altair's and he took the basic idea behind Altair's style and turned the 'awesome' setting up a notch or two :smallcool: ); his first in-game kill was a crazed halfling who got his chest ventilated by a Kelgore's Fire Bolt.

[horseboy]

Oh, Phantak O'catsul. Fighter. Then at 10th I pledge him to a church and he became a paladin. Went up to 15th, then converted him over to 1st edition. Then at 18 converted over to 1st edition UA cavalier(Paladin). Stats wound up at:
Str: 18/00
Dex: 18/00
Con: 18/00
Int: 17
Wis: 17
Cha: 17

He was the first born of a family that had learned to create this unique metal that took enchanting really well, but it had random side effects. So the flame tongue and frost band long swords he made joined together to make a double sword, like Galtar. Kinda miss him.

[Ricky S]

My first was a halfling cleric, whose only benefit was an abnormaly high AC and healing. No kidding I was the party tank, cause nothing could ever hit me and my Tank was the party damage bot, the wizard acted more like a rogue and the scout just shot stuff with a repeating crossbow. It was a pretty cool lil' halfling too, except like always my group got bored with the party and started a new session. My second character was a halfling ranger. WOOT FOR HALFLINGS!!!

[Dumbledore lives]

My first character was a rogue in a mix of 2nd and 3rd edition, we didn't really know what we were doing, though we had a good DM. We mainly messed around, and basically just did a dungeon delve, really fun though.

[kamuishirou]

4d6 reroll 1s and 2s, 2nd edition.

Sliv, Elf Ranger with a Falcon companion.

I found out years later we ran through a Dark Sun adventure. I think that's where I found out how much I love Dark Sun and Psionics. It was with my cousin's then boyfriend. Played in his friend's basement and everything. I also remember those days where I'd pick up every 2nd edition book and look at the deck of 'Magic' cards and balk at spending $10 on them. Ahhh, High School memories.

[Icewalker]

1e, although that isn't to say that it was in the day when it was the standard. Just a few years ago.

Garren, a Ranger-Monk. Thanks to adventuring with a party of very sporadic level, by the end of the first adventure I had a helm of sanctuary, and gloves that made any weapon I wield +3 and vorpal.

[AgentPaper]

I'm probably pretty rare as having DM'ed my first session (3.5) before ever making a character. That said, when someone else took up the DM position for a while, my first character was a gnome wizard, not specializing in illusions surprisingly. I then proceeded to misunderstand metamagic completely, (missed the whole "+x to spell level" bit :smalleek:) reduced a group of ogres into paste in 2 rounds at level 5-6, and then we stopped playing as much when the other DM got busy and eventually moved away.

[FatherMalkav]

Despite the fact I've been roleplaying for mover a decade, I only picked up D&D in 2007.

My first campaign was sadly with a rather poor DM. He ran the 3.5 group through 'The Ruins of Undermountain' which her converted from 3.0 as we went along. I rolled up Kandoric, Wild Elf Barbarian. He had two claims to fame and two shining moments. First was the fact he was nick named 'bait' due to the fact I never rolled below a 10 on his hit die so he had well over 100 HP by level 10, leading to him being the test dummy to all our plans. Secondly I had purchased more weapons then there were slots on the sheet, everything from two handed spears down to a improvised petrified rabbit used as a billy club (though in one fight, he used every item on the sheet).

His two shining moments were literally talking circles around a vampire (I was unaware of D&D planes, positive and negative energy and basically all information about religion, so I made a homebrewed tribal faith concerning the circle of life that confused the NPC). And being the only member of the party able to talk my way past a golem guard, despite everyone calling him a 'dumb barbarian' (with the third highest INT in the party and the second highest WIS).

[Fhaolan]

Hrmmm...

Pater of the Ark, the Dragonslayer. This was when I was 8, I think? This was over thirty years ago, so I'm a bit unclear about the details.

*Original* D&D, the one with the white cover. 3d6 rolled in order, no rerolls. He was a Fighting Man, his high score was a 13 CON, if I remember correctly. I think his low score was WIS, something around 5.

He never actually killed a dragon. Once he happened upon a dragon who had died of indigestion or something just in time for some villagers to find him standing over the corpse. He was... completely unremarkable actually. Spent most of his time trying desperately to *find* the dungeon.

[Klaz Eidron]

I think it was an Eberron campaign. His name was Sam (He was a Private Investigator too, so I guess I was feeling uncreative). Lawful Neutral Half-Elf, Rogue. I later multiclassed to Fighter but he died prematurely at level 3 after he insulted a Tanar'ri. His stats were STR: 11, DEX: 14, CON: 12, INT: 15, WIS: 10, CHA: 13.

[Shades of Gray]

Syvvaris Snaketongue, Halfling Rogue/Assassin

First character where I knew what I was doing? Durx Ironbeard, I still play him in the PbP. Fun character. Half-Orc Cleric raised by dwarves, and he's 7 feet tall.

[Kaiyanwang]

Shian, Elf. When "Elf" was a class.

[Atelm]

Nove Cha'dra, a CN human male 1st level Sorcerer. (3.5 ed. D&D) SoD was our DM then, everyone of us players was a first timer, we were doing two adventures melded together (Scourge of the Howling Horde, some sample adventure from DM's Guide for Dummies (Lord of the Rats), and a load of stuff the DM made up to fill in the details).

He had heterochromia, along with some odd ilness that would claim his life before he turned 30. (That's at least how I put into his background, and reason for adventuring)

His claim to fame? Our second encounter in the session was against a Gobln Druid + wolf animal companion in the middle of a thick forest, our group was situated inside a merchant wagon, with Nove at the top of it. The battle started right off with the druid setting Nove's mundane purple cloak on fire with a fire bolt of some sort.

Instead of taking care of the fire on the cloak, Nove did the instinctual thing and tossed the cloak right off into the woods. The party knocked the druid unconscious, while the wolf ran off, the party tied the druid up and moved on with him as prisoner.

No one took care of the fire.

Needless to say, the forest burned down later that day along with the town we were supposed to save from the Goblins. The townsfolk, and we, were saved thanks to some underground caverns under the town. Some goblins from the horde also fled over to the town for safety and, after some discussion, were granted safe haven; less goblins to fight, I suppose.

Nove survived all the sessions in that campaign that were held, sadly the campaign ended only after some 4 or 5 sessions. A great pity indeed.

[Yukitsu]

Sera, an elven chaotic evil warlock. My DM's have told me that I'm not a very good player of chaotic evils, partly because I don't seem over intent on hurting people without very good justification. Chaotic I have enough of though. I'd been lurking for over a year, so I had a good idea as to how the rules and group dynamic would work prior to starting the game. Coincidently, I survived 4 near TPKs, making my character the most long lived. My character goal at first was for her to enjoy life. Her second was to avenge the death of her friend by wiping out an order of clerics that had killed them, thus perpetuating the cycle of violence.

[Totally Guy]

Lawful Neutral Rungler the Rogue.

He had a backstory too.

He worked for an evil wizard, doing his bidding, cleaning the evil castle. 'Til one day the wizard died of old age. A few months later a paladin showed up to kill the wizard but he was too late. Rungler was still maintaining the castle and had nothing to do so he transferred hi services to the paladin. And thus his journey from Lawful Evil to Lawful Good began.

[Moff Chumley]

2E Cleric of dubious morals. :smallwink:

There were twelve people in the group, so the DM had no idea what he was doing, and I went around trying to convince my party to sell their souls. I missed the part where it says, "Clerics may only serve 1 god." :smallwink:

[Fixer]

I can only vaguely remember some details about my first D&D character.

He was created in 1980.
He was an elf (back when elf was a character class that combined fighter, thief, and wizard abilities).

That is all I can remember of him.

[Weezer]

My first character was a pretty basic human fighter, quite simple really but good to start with.

[Glyde]

Half-Elf Ranger in 2e with a wooden flail/dagger dual wielding, and a spear for the ranged weapon. Thats about it.

[quick_comment]

My first non-arena character was a NG spellfire channeler.

Magic immunity is fun!

[Nohwl]

my first character was in 3.5. it was a half elf cleric that used an elven thinblade. the game started at level 1, and everyone got one randomly determined magic item to start. mine was a greatsword with 3 magic effects. one of them was vorpal, and i never found out what the other 2 were because the dm immediately changed it to 2 effects, but let me pick what they were(as long as it wasnt vorpal). it was given to the paladin in the group until i could get proficiency with it.

[Berserk Monk]

Chaotic evil halfling fighter who took two weapon fighting. He killed a guy for one gold piece.

[Comet]

I never get bored of these topics.

1st edition. Thief. Somewhow got himself involved in the vampire-hunting business. Wielded Excalibur. Which shot fireballs at-will.
Good times. (Mind you, the sword was stolen later on but still)

[arguskos]

Mine was a 2nd Edition D&D cleric-ish guy. My DM (also called my Dad :smallwink:) was sorta remembering the rules off the top of his head, since he played in college, but didn't remember/have the ruleset, so we just made stuff up. For example, to cast a spell, I had to read it out of this notebook Dad gave me, and really get into it. Twas pretty awesome. That campaign only met a few times, but man, when it did, it was EPIC. There was a magic elevator that floated people up and down, a flaming skull that flew and shot fireballs (I killed it with a Mace To The Face[tm]), and, sadly, my character's death. However, another player got a potion that merged her character with my character's soul, so we RP'd that character (now a strange Ranger-Cleric hybrid thingy) together.

It was really fun, and probably the best game I've ever played. Of course, I was roughly 8-9 at the time, so I'm probably misremembering stuff (been playing/DMing for more than half my life, so my memory is more than a bit fuzzy).

First character I really knew what I was doing with? Hextoler Alier Abakaar, elven wizard, soon to turn archmage and adventurer patron. That game was D&D 3.0. He never died, but the campaign did... so I wrote a 200-page story about him. :smallcool: Sadly, when my computer died a few years back, I lost the story. :smallfrown:

[SilentP]

My first character was a Dwarf Sorceror (3.5 E methinks), who ended up with a small dragon thing (called QWERTY) as a familiar. I wasn't too competent with the rules, but I was having fun with it anyway. He was fairly useless in combat, but he did have his moments.

Favourite moment with him was when our party fairly early on was called before a council of wizards that ruled the nation about our actions in the village we had started the adventure in. The council started berating us for our actions that we had done, until my dwarf started verbally having a go back at them, mianly stating the fact we didn't work for them and it wasn't our fault we got involved in matters that we weren't trained to handle and there was no one better to take over. It got to the point the guards and my party had to drag me out of the chamber. Needless to say, the party was banished from that nation :smallbiggrin:

Wasn't too bad though, since our GM had been struggling for a reason for our party to leave the nation we were in at the time and to go off to foreign lands, I unexpectedly had just given him a nice justification for it :smalltongue:

[Aron Times]

I was named after my grandfather; he was Jose, I am Jose II. For my first character, I simply translated my name into English.

Jose -> Joseph
II -> Silver (as in silver medal, i.e. second place)

Joseph Silver was a 3.0 human diviner who didn't survive his first adventure. It involved breaking a lot of cursed windows and getting swarmed by the undead that came pouring out. Basically, my first D&D character caused a TPK.

[Awesomologist]

My first character and over all introduction to D&D was a Mul (half-dwarf) Fighter in the first Dark Sun adventure. In the first adventure you start off in a slave camp, or something along those lines, I don't fully recall. Anyways there's these bad guys that a picking on some dumb half-giant. Korb grabbed a sack of rocks or bricks and proceeded to bash in the skulls of the half-giant's assailants. I don't think Korb ever got past level 3 though.
My first character that became something of himself was a rogue with a swashbuckler/pirate kit who later on became a sort of "Robin Hood of the high seas."

[Evil Weevil]

My first character that I ever made, at least by myself, was Gin Nailo an elven two weapon fighting ranger in 3.0. I don't really count the fighter that I was horned into playing because that was the easiest class to play according to the DM. I don't really know why I chose that name, but I think it sorta rolls off the tongue. That character got to do some epic things in the forgotten realms in which we play, and by epic I mean EPIC. I still have the character in my folder and he is currently 31st level. Uh oh I feel some nostalgia coming on.

One of my all time favorite characters, he got to join a group of drow slayers, assist them in finding a lost mythal, get betrayed by the group of backstabbing drow slayers, which were played by actual players. Then met up with a group of elves and began defending the high forest against phaerimm, founded the now famous (in our world at least) elves of the silvery bow, went into the underdark to rescue the queen of the elves with his new friends and allies. Then of course he did what any epic elven ranger would do and rescued a long forgotten elven deity. Then he faced off with the rescued deity's worst enemy the ancient deity of primordial spiders. Ended up along with the elves of the silvery bow battling the god, a battle that effectively went on for days in the elven realm of Arvandor. The elves in the end were victorious, and as a reward were given claim to a small but powerful mythal themselves.

The character at this point is retired. The best part of all of this is that I still play with the same guys, in the same world, at the same place that I have for the past eight years.:smallcool:

[CartaRulla]

I've always DMed because nobody else wanted to take on the grevious task, but once we've tried with a different DM and I made a character. He was a 3.5 rogue/sorcerer, emphasis on sorcerer. I actually forgot his name, but he was a master of illusions and bluffs; the nobility got afraid of the little bald man with an evil glare and a small viper coiled on his neck. Thing is, the DM was really awful and I got back doing it, and so goodbye character. Also, I didn't have PHII, else I would have made a beguiller.

[Darth Stabber]

2nd ed Elf Wizard/Fighter (Ciran Calacyra), Transmutaion specialist, Dm had a strange rule where you could cast spells using unprepared slots a a full round action if you had your spell book open in front of you, and he also ruled that CN was an insane character, so i happily played along with that trope, sword in one hand spellbook in the other merrily raining death upon all whom i could reach. Yay Houserule stupidity. First in 3.X, Human Rogue1/ranger1/Fighter2/Rogue2 starting @ lvl 1. There were all these shiny new feats and I just had to have as many of them as I could get. Manufactured dead bodies in an assembly line fashion.

[Rowan Arquest]

Oh my god. 3.5 Human Fighter... before the Complete books and PHB-II came out... but he was still really badass. Unfortunately, every enchantment possible has happened to him. Charm, Color Spray, Dominate... he has also been possessed by the ghost of a disgruntled Halfling, AND an Erinye. He WAS going to become a Battle Scion but the campaign never continued after level 4. He used a Guisarme and it was a legendary weapon with the power of lightning. and that characters name was.... Rowan Arquest.

[Genios]

Mine was an AD&D human Paladin named Jack. We upgraded to 3.5 at around level 4, and I gave him a horseback based feat build. I still play him to this day, but he's only level 6 because we game around twice a year and he lost a level to a wight once.

[Eldariel]

AD&D Elf Fighter/Mage named Tamariel Amakiir. Fought with a bow and eventually a two-bladed sword (once I cried my DM enough for one and got enough proficiency points to make the whole thing work out; no, I didn't Spec too early) enhancing his combat ability with spells.

[Myatar_Panwar]

My first ever character was DM'd by my friends dad, who got us into the game. It only lasted for about 5 levels, but it was fun.

He was an human wizard, Nyatar Panwar (name shamelessly stolen from the name section under elves in the PHB). He was the brother of my second (and longer living) character, Myatar. 3rd edition. A mix of 3.0 and 3.5 I think it was.

Even in the lower levels, he was somewhat successful, when most wizards arn't. I remember him getting most of his kills through throwing daggers he would use after he used up his flares and missiles.

Then later in the game I think the DM felt sorry for me, and I found a staff of chain lightning (only slightly nerfed) and started turning Kobolds to charcoal at every corner.

It was great.

[Deepblue706]

I believe my very first character was part of a game that used some form of starter-set of either 1E or AD&D.

Nuggin, the Halfling (where Halfling was not just a race, but also your class). He was a Chaotic (there were no 'Evil' or 'Good' alignments, either) brute-like warrior with - I believe - STR 18. Which was absolutely badass, because it was 3d6, and nobody else had anything above, like, a 13.

I don't remember much, as I was really young when I played this character. I might have been about eight or nine. Making this over ten years ago. But, I remember often resorting to throwing sand in people's eyes, when not clubbing them in the face.

I also remember I picked the name "Nuggin" because, at the time, I had a strong desire for chicken nuggets from McDonalds. And Nuggin is almost Nugget.

After that character, I forgot about D&D until 3E came out; then I made an Elf Fighter; who I consider my first "real" character. I got really bad rolls for attributes (thankfully, I at least had a 15 in STR), and had really bad luck in that terrible things would happen to him in non-combat situations, but good luck in that he'd somehow always manage to avoid dying (whereas everyone else in the party had lost at least two characters throughout our time together). For instance, he fell while climbing a 800+ feet cliff, due to rolling a 1 (No, didn't autofail; he had a huge buff from magic items so that coincidentally only a 1 would mark a failure). And survived. Twice. At level 8. Without healing between each attempt. And yet, was still well-enough to join his comrades in a battle with a frost giant, waiting at the top.

Played for two-to-three years before retiring him.

[Remmirath]

I was... seven, I think. Definitely somewhere around seven, since I had enough trouble writing that I didn't write my own character sheet out. So it might've been six. My mom and her group were playing (she was the DM), and I ended up joining. I don't remember why, exactly.

It was AD&D version 1, and I remember I wanted to play a paladin. The stats I rolled weren't good enough for that, though, so the character I ended up playing was a lawful (who drifted towards chaotic) good human cleric of Khanhu (we didn't have Deities & Demigods, so I made one up - this came later) named Nedla. She wasn't a very good character stats-wise at all, but I liked her. Technically, her full name was Nedla the Future, which she was so called because I'd misread part of the intro to Duke Nukem II as saying that instead of Neo LA. I dropped the rest of it later, because it was kind of ridiculous. I ended up playing her for about six years. She was 8th level at the end.

The first character I made without help, however (a couple years later), was Nerone. He was a true neutral kalonian thief. I had no idea what a kalonian was at the time, but they were already in the world, so I thought 'why not'. He was probably actually chaotic neutral. I was even worse at playing anything but chaotic characters then than I am now. I ended up playing him for about the same amount of time. By the end he was ruling over an underwater city because he backstabbed the King, and for some reason they proclaimed him the new King. He was 10th level at the time.

And I've been playing pretty much non-stop since then.

Neither of them actually died (well, permanently; they were both resurrected a few times) - the group switched over from AD&D version one to D&D 3.5, and we didn't feel like converting characters.

[Leon]

Absolute First was a 2nd Ed Thief who i can recall nothing about except that it was a Thief.

My 1st 3.0 (soon upgraded to 3.5) PC was a Elf Fighter.

Elec "Warmachine" Mournbringer was a PC and then later a DMPC in a couple of games (Current Status: Retired until Further Notice)

Elec is a reason why fighter is always a contender on the "list fav class" type of thread and why i suggest that people look at the class as more than a dipping source (Level 10 was where play stopped for Elec)

At one point i had thought of taking some levels in Wizard to go along with a idea i had at one point but decided against it as it'd make him less powerful.
As both a PC and DMPC he was the level headed one, ready to stop to the wild and crazy antics that the other players could sometimes get up to (the potentially really disruptive idea's...)

At a later date i realized that the Dusk Blade class would have suited the early concept i had that almost included Wiz lvls, but im not a fan of the PHB2s "retraining" section

Gear of the Trade: Masterwork Adamantine Great Sword, Composite Long Bow (+4 Str), +2 Mithral Fullplate

[Darkfalle]

Technically my first character was a weird home brew rule combination of 1st edition and 2nd (AD&D) but that quickly switched over to strictly 2nd. He was a fighter named Eric, and I don't believe he lasted very long. In any case that was... ::thinks:: 13 years ago? Maybe 14, I dunno, it's been a long time.

[Jinura]

Well I've only played a PC once... Being a DM and all. It was just a simple game where we all started at lv 6, i believe I were a Wood Elf ranger that was pretty badass with his bow.

[Kantolin]

Technically, my first D&D character was an AD&D human who lasted maybe half a session.

Insofar as me actually having an idea of what I was doing, my first D&D character was a 3.0 dwarven fighter named Grax, who was young for a dwarf - essentially a young teenager who went adventuring due to coincidence.

And, while I'm not likely to make him again, he was fun as blazes to play.

[Ravens_cry]

I played a middle-aged, gruff, Dragonborn Paladin of Kord in 4E. He wasn't exactly imbued with personality, but I like the drawing I did of him.

[caden_varn]

Hmmm. He was a halfling in basic, when that was a career. A really bad one, mind, but a career. While dwarves were short fighters, and elves were mages with pointy ears, halflings - well, they could hide. In rural areas. That was about it. Oh, and I think they maxxed out at level 8.

I still love playing halflings - you'd think I'd have learned my lesson by now.
I can't remember his name or anything - it was at least 24 years ago.

And on that note I feel depressed and old and require beer.

[Aergoth]

Level 15 Xeph Soulknife, first P&P D&D character. Never saw anything, the game collapsed.
In terms of absolute first... When I played NWN online, I had a Druid, the game generated the name "Aergoth", so I decided, why the hell not. He was Aergoth Greystaff (he used spears. I thought it was clever) and it was all in all rather fun. At one point, he snuck into a deep gnome encampment in panther shape with a bear and his companion (a wolf of some kind) only to be caught by the short bastards.
I still use that name for reason...

[Syne]

I can't recall my truly first character, made when I was 10 years old and playing 2nd edition. The oldest one I can remember is a dual-wielding rogue with a penchant for lewd jokes (this is where my friends questioned I was truly roleplaying).

[Alaris]

*Sigh*

Ah yes, my first D&D character. Wasn't he... she... it... awesome. Well, not at all. It was only about a year or two ago, I don't really remember... I think 2. Anyway...

I wasn't taking this thing seriously, since my friend wanted to get my other friend (Who had been a DM before, but had quit since then) to run a game. Well, I went along with it.

I had created a Half Elf Cleric of Moradin (The Dwarven God... <.<! Yes, I wasn't taking this seriously).

The world we played in was really racist... and it didn't help that Central Casting had given my character an exotic hair color. Hot... freaking... Pink.

And he was a guy. Oh the crap I had to endure for that.

Anyway, I had no clue what I was doing, since this was my first D&D game ever (3.5), so my stats for pretty much where they should not be.

Str: 14
Dex: 11
Con: 17
Int: 13
Wis: 18
Cha: 11

Domains: Good and Protection

Oh God.... this character never should've existed.

Let's see, since I was just fooling around, and didn't really pay much attention, I ended up betraying who was my character's best friend (An NPC), and getting myself killed while trying to save another one of my character's close friends (PC, played by one of my friends).

Four sessions after the death, my character was brought back by an NPC that was in love with her. Blarg!

Shining moments? I got one. I've been the only character to be able to thwack the Major Wizard NPC in the face with a morning star. The one who sent us on the quest to begin with.

Well... it's been about 2 years since then, and after that initial chapter of that campaign, I started paying significantly more attention to what was going on around me.

And well... it's been a lot more fun.

[Demons_eye]

Jack an elf cleric that was a CN I think. One game he killed half of a crew of a flying ship cuz the pally didnt help. Then in the same ship let lose a hydra (when the dm didnt know the cr system) and took over the ship. He died a little later when after fighting a golem with his only partner the pally, When the pally got hurt bad Jack told him to run and he used a book that made fish fall from the sky. The roll made 16 WHALES fall and crush them as but the pally and the BB.

[Grommen]

I'm actually working on converting my first party to 3.5 edition rules so I can use them as NPC's again one day. I was given a bunch of character sheets by the DM and told to "Play them"

The Company of Dragon Slayers. I don't really know where they all came from, but I know that at least two of them were from the back of some 1st ed adventure. The barbarian was named Wolfgar (No I didn't know at the time). Their names were Kellin, Cain, Duke the Darring, Theo Dobbins, and Wolfgar the Barbarian. Kellin, an elven fighter mage, went on to be my main character for the next few years and after playing nearly every day he became a god. We used 1st ed rules cause the books were second hand and a lot cheaper. 2nd ed had or was just coming out at the time, it was around 1990. We fully embraced 2nd ed shortly on and kept playing. I've been the DM ever sense. I don't recall the first character I actually made up on my own though.

Intresting enough I just recently uncovered my old folder chocked full of well over a hundred characters. They were in my hand writing but I don't remember most of them. I'm currently trying to remember and write down the major campaigns I've DM'ed or had a part in. I'm blessed to know a few people who have gamed with me for a very long time. Coarse they are old geezers too and don't remember crap just like me. Or worse we don't remember the same things and can't agree on the details.

[Alaxi]

Wow. Here is nostalgia for you. 1st D&D character. Before I knew rules it was a 2nd ed. Blademaster. I don't remember if this is even a class, I was given that by my brother-in-law who was teaching me to play. I lasted a whole 5 minutes before I started a slave revolt and was killed by soldiers.


When I knew what I was doing, I made a monk with 3.0 rules (WAAAAAY before 3.5 came out....like, when 3.0 first came out is when this happened). That was the most fun I have had until I met my best friend (Rinzy here on GiTP). I was a beast in the campaign I was in, and for some reason my dice loved the hell out of me for the entire 5 months we played. I never rolled under a 16, and when it was time for battle, I was a crit whore. I was accused of cheating until the DM watched me roll every time and saw that I was on a Vegas streak. The DM used the crit table from 2nd edition, which added to the flavor.

Good times, friends. Good times.

[aje8]

First Character:

3.5 Necromancer Wizard..... no clue what I was doing, I just wanted to play I necromancer for flavor reasons. I think I mostly just used the crossbow and never even cast many spells. :smalltongue: