Your first D&D Character

[MichaelGoldclaw]

Tell us about you 1st character and maybe some fond memories

Nicoli Goldclaw- Human Dragon Shaman (gold totem)
LG
Longsword with heavy steel spiked shield. Full plate

natural 20 on a very hard sence motive check

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Cult leader with many buffs applying for bluff (neither known at the time)
"you'll be safe trust me"

natural 20 scene motive

"F*** No"

to quote my father, the DM "He can beat you in a one on one fight with that 2 hp per turn ablity"

[Grundy]

My first character was in ad&d, and he was a paladin-illusionist....


What can I say? I was 9 years old! He didn't really do much, but I drew a lot of pictures of him, and gave him a bunch of magic items, mostly based around tricking people.

Needless to say the DM was my buddy, who was 9 as well. We didn't have a real firm grasp of the rules, or what a paladin was all about.

[Hylas]

3.5 Human Bard

His stats were all lower than anyone else.
I managed to roll a 1 on my HP each level up. The highest my character got to was level 3 before the campaign ended. I had a whopping 8 HP at that point.
I saw that "whip" was on the proficiency list, and having fond memories of Secret of Mana totally snatched that up. I also saw that whips gave a +2 to disarm, so yeah, if you can take away someone's weapon then they can't fight back! It's a perfect build! Obviously got combat expertise and improved disarm.

At second level during a skirmish a bandit ran up to me. Obviously it's time for a disarm! However a botched roll let him counter with a disarm against me, which left me completely helpless. I tried to pick up my weapon but that provoked an AoO, which instantly killed me from max HP.

The DM felt sorry for me and resurrected me with no penalty at the next druid enclave that we got to.

At third level there was a session where most of the players weren't in the mood for the main story, so the DM prepared an "arena" session where we just took our characters to fight a team of same leveled adventurers. The outcome wouldn't affect our campaign, it was mostly just combat exercise.

1st round, the enemy wizard wins initiative and throws a 3d6 fireball at my bard, instantly taking him out him from full HP. Again.

Right when I was about to get to 4th level, I had missed a few sessions and was a little lower than the rest of the party. When I came back the session effectively started with a dragon coming from (at least from my perspective) nowhere. The DM told me I could not disarm the dragon, but it didn't matter because 2 rounds in the dragon breathed fire on me, causing death from full HP to 0. Again.

5 years later I watch The Dorkness Rising and have a jolly good laugh at the story they obviously took from my life.

[Medic!]

My first was a half-elf rogue with a druid and a mercenary fighter in the group. We started at lvl 6 and hit a back-alley with a deck of many things in our 3rd session...


After several draws on everyone's part, I was naked with a fistfull of wishes, while the other two had each died once and ended up at level 18 from boatloads of free xp. I used one wish for my own deck of many things, two wishes to bring back each party member, and one wish to gain the ability to polymorph myself at will.

After running about town re-gearing myself in shops by promising draws from my deck to shop owners (resulting in most of them getting piles of gems/coins, and one being trapped in another dimension), we set out adventuring again, and I spent most of the time polymorphed into a spider on the ceiling to survive the newly-adjusted fights.

Then I was disintigrated by a lich...good times

EDIT: <3 The Gamers....at our table nobody can make a bard without multiple "seduction" rolls and attempts to use bards as tower shields.

[Slipperychicken]

3.5e Human Crusader. Longsword + Tower Shield. Very good stat rolls.

I was going to play him as basically a Paladin (was going to play a "real" Pally, but my brother set me on the right path with ToB). So I built him with a bunch of ties to the setting (fanatical devotion to the Generic Kingdom, too), with a love for horses, riding, and fish. The party was transported into the future, where everyone he knew was dead, his horse was gone (I even gave it a name ), people didn't use horses anymore, and the Kingdom he pledged his life for was erased from history. He was starting to develop alcoholism (extreme shock from being transported into the future) until the game crashed OOC.


I've literally never fleshed out a character (roleplaying-wise) that much ever since.

[Deathkeeper]

I won't count my days with 3.5, since I didn't make those characters. And I don't remember them.

But yeah, Pathfinder. Jacen Vallarm, NG Human Sorcerer (Arcane Bloodline), along with Pseudodragon familiar, Zebes.
I mostly just used buffs and blaster spells, wasn't going to go all godly-mage in my first real campaign. GM let Zebes have the Taunt feat...he spammed that, even though it rarely worked.

Notable moments included doing a double Perform check to play Piano Man, copious amounts of snark from both characters, and some of the worst puns I've ever come up with.

[Morph Bark]

Myrrdin Nightlark, Half-Fiend Drow Rogue 4//Wizard 4. Died sneak attacking a Nycaloth.

He had Int 32.

Yes this was before I went on the internet to find out what wizards were good at. He was also a DMPC, so it was all okay. The rest of the party ended up wanting to reincarnate him though, and so they did. The nigh-invincible paladin (who was a half-dragon woodling human) nearly died twice in a fight against a tree guarding the source of the oil necessary for reincarnation.

[Q. Flestrin]

I'm pretty sure my first character was Finn O'Cullamie, a 4th edition halfling rogue. My concept was that something nasty had happened in his past (which I either don't remember or left it deliberately undefined), and now he was bitter, bitingly sarcastic, and gloomy. Never worked out, because everybody else was a strict kicker in of doors. Now I'm feeling like Finn.
Finn was turned into Nimbalo of the Joren Fields, a 4th edition halfling cleric of Pelor, because our regular cleric left. He was from the fields of a long-dead giant, so I could have him live in a field-mouse style basket nest and have been hunted by a giant cat. He was supposed to be claustrophobic, nyctophobic, a lover of baking, and deeply attached to his friends. Again, I couldn't roleplay.
After more people left, Nimbalo turned into Spikkim Noccaroon Palitang, a 4th edition gnome bard, who was the only 4th edition character I enjoyed playing, despite the fact that he sucked gamewise. Spikkim was cheerful, a little bit gullible, and relied too heavily on the 3.5 assumptions about the world. This meant that when he encountered a gold dragon, he never even thought that it could be the undead uberboss in disguise. He also once (this is true) saw that some satyrs had laid out a banquet, so he ate and made merry. This caused him to get drunk, at which point the satyrs attacked. (In case you don't know, 3.5 satyrs are pretty much always friendly, rarely attacking.) When they attacked, Spikkim ended up hiding in the pool breathing through an orc's bladder, and trying to insult them without being seen. He still got shot full of arrows.
So I guess I gave you three. But they were just my character in one episodic campaign, who got changed to reflect a changing party.

[Lord Il Palazzo]

I know I've posted this before, but my first character was Tolsemir Elfchild, a human cleric of Corellon Larethian whose entire backstory was a paper-thin excuse for him being a human cleric of the elf god. He had no real motivation or goals and I couldn't decide how I wanted to play him and did a poor job with everything he tried. He had a few good moments but was usually just a healbot who occasionally tried (and failed) to take up summoning, blasting or melee.

In the last fight, I was grappled by a barbed devil and had to make my first concentration check of the game while trying to cast. That's when I realized that concentration might have been a kind of important skill and that I should have had more than a +8 in it. The fight didn't end well for me.

[PaperMustache]

The first character I ever made was from 4e. I have not played 4e since, I play pathfinder, so I have no idea exactly how bad this character was. She was a halfling warlock. I still have little to no idea what she was really for, the DM was really bad at explaining the game to a table full of newbies. I think I gave her extra con so that she could drink more. I thought alchoholism was a character concept. I was told I could have a certain amount of magic items but I didn't understand how gold worked or what they did so I just took boots that let me walk on water and two other items. It turned out the boots were more expensive than the two other (more usefull) items combined. The following conversation insued:

DM: Boots of Water Walking? Do you really need those?
Me: Yes.
DM: I'm kind of writing the campaign, I can pretty much tell you you're not going to need this.
Me: But they're cool. I can be GOD... because of my SHOES.
DM: ...

Basically everyone involved thought alchoholism was a character concept as well. We walked into one dungeon. The ranger shot the fighter (I think?) in the back on accident, then we got confused by a rock in the middle of the room, then we all fell down a pit trap. It pretty much devolved into immature jokes and the DM never wanting to do that again.

[Q. Flestrin]

Basically everyone involved thought alchoholism was a character concept as well. We walked into one dungeon. The ranger shot the fighter (I think?) in the back on accident, then we got confused by a rock in the middle of the room, then we all fell down a pit trap. It pretty much devolved into immature jokes and the DM never wanting to do that again.

That puts the group I played in to shame. The only thing that came close was the eladrin (I hate 4E eladrin) wizard trying to hug all the monsters.

[Jane_Smith]

Hm, playing 3.0 and 3.5 for so many years I can't remember my first character. I think it was a half-dragon human fighter mimicing the legend of dragoon ps1 game that had a special magic item the dm allowed me to switch the template off/on, or at least hide my traits. The game did not go very far however. Her name was Natalia something.

However, the proudest character I have ever made, was Hex, a changeling witch, see the spoiler for details, its kinda big.

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For pathfinder, first character I got to fully play out was a changeling witch a few months ago. She had no real name, as nobody ever gave her one. Her mother, Gortha, a powerful and ancient hag, created her, devoured a child in a small village and left my character there as a child in the bloodied crib. The people were horrified and tried to kill me, but I was spared by the kindly intervention of the mayor, the tavern owner and the local butcher who calmed the growing mob before things got nasty. She was raised by the tavern owner, an elderly woman by the name of Helana , who was in secret also a witch and a distant, former apprentice, of Gortha. She was an actual kind woman, not bluffing it, and taught my character the art of witchcraft in secret. I gained a name all this time; simply "Hex" as the villagers called me as an attempt to insult me.

Ends up, mother had plans, and had begun to attack the village in secret to cause famine, butchering livestock, cursing people, etc for the specific purpose of having the village become more untrusting and hostile towards me, and ended up framing me for them. At the time i was living outside of town, the younger villagers formed a lynch mob, attacked Helana to learn where I was after they raided my house and could not find me (due to a panic room under a tree I set up). The leader of the mob, Jacob, was one of my mothers victim's, she had alter-self apparently as me, seduced him, and in the bedroom apparently horrified and nearly killed him by raking off his you know what. Needless to say, he was not in a good mood and was about to kill Helana - that was when the other player was introduced, a dhampir paladin.

I forgot his name, it was real fancy elf-like, despite him having no elven connections. He was a renegade and neutral-good paladin (the dm allowed any-good to be paladins) who fell from grace from his church after one of the pastors tried to send him on a suicide mission (and failed). Rather then kill the pastor, he left and was traveling to find work or some purpose in life. Seeing an elderly woman about to be kicked to death, he rushed in and proceeded to beat the all living hell out of Jacob and his armed buddies with the flat end of his greatsword. He guessed the situation was bad and lied (again, non-lawful paladin) and told them he had been sent to aid them in there difficult times, but for them not to lose there way and kill there own kin, etc (Careful when hunting monsters, or you will become one essentially). They explained the situation to him after an epic nat 20 bluff and they treated him as some kinda god send (which he may have been, gods are weird). He listened and decided that he would search for the witch that had plagued them and deal with the situation, and convinced Helana he would spare her if she was truly not to blame, as was his duty to find out (not really, but, bluff ftw). She buckled in, seeing he was a sensible man at least, and told him in private about my panic room. Without telling the mob where I was, he left into the mere and found my overgrown shack. I had a small clearing for a yard and an old shed I made into a house, and my familiar was a cat missing its left eye named Tin Tim. The cat followed him around and he could not find how to get under the tree, there was no pit or ladder or any obvious entrance. The dm allowed odd/unique uses of magic if you had a spell of a relevant type to perform it, and I had a small illusion covering the ladder drop in my room under the bed. The paladin discovered it and me in my house-under-my-shed and did the first thing any paladin does - LOL DETECT EVIL X-RAY. Came up negative, I was true neutral and simply wanted to be left alone.

Well after scaring me to death (the dm had us separate for the encounters until that point, so I had no idea some dhampir in warrior stuff was coming), he asked me some questions, took 20 on sense motive and looked around and found I was doing nothing to bad. He had a rank in spellcraft and looked over my little projects and found nothing related to what had been plagueing the townsfolk, so he swore he would protect me from them and settle things down. That is when the ogrekin appeared. A crashing sound above made us investigate what was going on, and that was when the 3rd player appeared with his npc-brother, Kretch and Detch, human ogrekin barbarians. (Yes, it was a 1st-level game, but the dm was incredibly open minded and made them him take an extra flaw for the powerful race - his mutation was just he was more stupid then the typical ogrekin). They were sent by Gortha to capture me and "save" me from the village mobs, by force. The paladin and me defended ourselves and killed Detch, but Kretch surrendered.

He was chaotic neutral, so the paladin decided to take his chances and interrogate the sheepish ogrekin - and he revealed that "aunt gortha" and "mommy ran" wanted me to become there sister, and things started clicking together. The ogre admited him and his brother were sent to kill the livestock at night with some fancy see-threw drink they drunk Gortha gave them, and the fire at the church, etc, but said he was sorry because he was just doing what "mummy ran" told him to do - follow gortha's orders for a reward. We bring him, tied up to the town and have him explain it to them, and I am finally freed of any doubts about my involvement, and the paladin uses his 18 charisma to have them spare the ogre sense he came along willingly and could prove useful in finding Gortha. The mayor agreed, and we paid Kretch with enough meat from the butcher to feed a small army to make him more then helpful, and gladly leads us and the mob to Gortha's hidden lair.

With Kretch we finally figure out what she was attempting to do - being almost a thousand years old, this was nothing more then a passing hobby to her. She birthed me and had attempted to turn the town against me over the years as an experiment to have me become vindictive and spiteful towards the villagers, but was unaware of Helana's or the paladin's interventions to keep my spirit from breaking. If all had gone to plan, she would have arrived to look like the "hag in shining armor" and offered me a place as her "sister" in her coven, as the third hag had long ago been slain by the village, and together again, the coven would have destroyed the village and went about there evil lives. Apparently, the village priest, knew about Gortha's shadowy past, and she has been a constant thorn in the side of the villages sense its founding, but was thought killed years ago along with HER TWO SISTERS - this is when we figure out Ran was killed as well some time ago, and Gortha had been disguising herself to control her clan of ogrekin children as loyal servants. Kretch goes furious at this, and the mob is off with a ogre siege weapon at the lead.

We get ambushed by Gortha along the way who's animal spies spotted us coming, and using a um.. I forgot the name, but some kinda grey bag to pull out several wolves to flank and attack the mob, and uses her powers to have skeletons dig themselves out of the ground from below and attack us. The entire area around the sunken tower she laired in deep in the swamp as a giant death trap, and the going was slow and painful even with like 12 militia, jacob, the priest, an ogrekin, a paladin and witch. 3-4 of the militiamen died along the way, but we finally arrived at the tower and kicked in the door. Kretch gave absolutely no ****'s about the possible danger/traps, enraged, and charged up the 4 floors when we found Ran's preserved head in a cabnit. We did not have much time to investigate those floors, but most had horrid experiments or human skulls, bottled eyes, the typical nasty stuff laying around. Kretch gets to the roof of the tower after setting off 2-3 traps, he has a few scratches and needles stuck in him but he doesn't care. We find gortha on the roof with a few skeleton archers in a position to fire on us, Kretch tanks them and we destroy them, but thats when we find out something painful.

Gortha is a 900ish year old hag. And we are all level 1 (Even kretch with like 30 hit points and op as hell got his butt literally handed to him). Gortha grew like, 2 foot long steel-like claws and came at us, and the dm apparently gave her the ability to act twice in a round. The militia was downstairs to make sure she didn't make a run for it and to keep the skeletons from coming to her aid, so we were not getting backup. I put a few curses on Gortha to soften her HIDEOUSLY damaging claws in check after she did like 12 damage to the paladin in a single round with a single successful hit, and we were panicking. He scores a critical hit smite evil in Gortha's face and the dm says it took out one of her eyes, and she went rabid and charged past the paladin and ogre at me in the back, they managed to smack her and soften her up even more, but...

Thats when she nailed me. With both claws to the gut. As a sadistic "I win even if I lose" moment, she bestowed a death curse on me. The kind that can't be cured so easily even with a break curse spell. She cursed me with infertility, -6 to my strength and constitution, and fatigue if I performed any skill check that required strength or the run option even once, and the whole like 18 damage I took when I only had like 12. I was dying and on deaths door, the ogre, still enraged, basically says "YOU HURT SQUISHY", and performs a called shot (he had improved unarmed strikes) and grabs Gortha, lifts her up over his head, and does a like 1d6+10ish damage unarmed strike to HER SPINE over his knee. The dm allows it after he rolls a like 17 on the combat maneuver check and a high attack roll, and Gortha snaps like a twig. Still alive, Kretch THROWS HER off a 5-story high ancient tower down about 45-50 feet face-first into the mud with her tangled body. She tries to go invisible, but the dm has Kretch and the paladin use perception checks to see her clearly - the outline of her body dragging threw the mud as she tries to claw away. The paladin had stablized me, and then proceded to jump OFF the tower and perform a charge action/dive with a full on power attack, to do the final blow to gortha and cut her in half.

After it was all said and done, I woke up the next day to find the village celebrating, several people like Jacob coming to my bedside to ask forgiveness for how they treated me, etc, and Kretch guarding the front door like a giant door stopper. All he had to do was lean back and nobody could get in to bother my rest. The paladin came to see me, and the priest and the town herbalist had healed me completely, but the curse was rather potent and, with only 6 con, I was essentially more frail then paper. The paladin talked with the mayor and learned that the only person who might be able to cure this condition was the archmage in a city further on to the north, where the paladin originally served in a temple (so it was going home for him), and gave him a introduction letter to give, and awarded us with an extremely nice house wagon, fully loaded with supplies, horses, bedding, etc for the trip. Kretch, deciding that all the hags were dead, mourned for his mother and decided he had nowhere else to go and nobody to serve, and was a RUNT to his clan, so he decided to stick with us. The paladin swore he would see this over, at that point, a relationship was budding between us, so decided to act as my escort to the city, and we finally hit level 2 as we left the village and were on are way to seeking a cure.

Sadly, real life events happened, and the game ended there.

Obviously, there was side quests during that whole thing. The paladin helped the local herbalist get some flowers from my raided house/back yard he spotted when looking for a way to find me, Kretch ended up discovering he had a thing for human women and wanted to go to the city to find himself a wife, Jacob joined us as a npc mini-cohort as a way of redeeming himself for attacking Helana and wanting to kill me (we were childhood friends), the paladin led a sermon in place of the elder priest who could hardly move anymore and boosted the towns trust in him and its morale, etc. It was an amazing game, and memorable.

Oh, and in case your wondering "Wait, if ran was dead as well, wouldn't gortha need 2 replacements to form a coven?" Well, lets just say the dm had some fun ideas and was extremely good at merging our odd back stories together. I figure he had planned to focus the first, second, and third stories/etc on each of us at a time to fluff us out and give us more character depth, like the city story/etc would have been around the paladin, after that something to do with the ogre.

[Morithias]

A blonde haired, blue eyes, 18 charisma, sexy dread necromancer, who was a real flirty guy who could lay all the girls.

[Riverdance]

3.5 Hound Archon Ranger wielding a vorpal greatsword. I was the classic munchkin, and didn't even close to understand the idea of actual role-playing. I just went through the books and made the most powerful character I could think of given my cash range.

[Winter_Wolf]

My first character? Cannot remember, I made a lot of 'em. First one I can remember was 2E, an elven fighter/thief (because the party had a ranger, even though my stats were just barely good enough to meet the prerequistes). Bodak the Destroyer. Died because I put not enough points into things like trapfinding. Died again when he fell off a wall and into an army of undead below. Stayed dead after that. He was a bit of a coward, but then again he had crappy crappy hit points and had to stick to light armor. Plus his dex was maxed out and his strength wasn't great. Killed a lot of gobbos with a longbow from the high branches in trees, though.

[Dusk Eclipse]

First character was a full blooded orc barbarian who wielded an orc double axe, can't remember much of him except that I failed a will save and eviscerated another player's character with two lucky crits.... it was awesome because rolling two natural 20 in a row is awesome (we had a houserule that a nat 20 didn't have to confirm crit) and I hated the owner of the character.

[Erasmas]

The first character I ever played was in 1st Edition. He was a human cleric named Dartanion (an Anglicized version of the Musketeer).

About the funniest thing that happened with that group was my character taking pity on an imprisoned medusa that we found very, very deep in a dungeon. So, shielding my eyes, I slid some of my rations into her cell because it didn't look like anyone was taking care of her. Less than half an hour later, the rest of the party vetoed my decision and flung a fireball into her cell via the small barred window at eye-level. Now... in 1st edition, fireball didn't simply flashburn everything in its radius... it actually filled up a set amount of volume. So, in this instance, it blew the door off of its hinges and down the hallway... along with my two fireball-ing party members riding it on their backsides.


However, while that game was fun... we only played one session every six months or so. I truly fell in love with the game playing 2nd edition in the college drama department. And for that game, I played a half-elven cleric of the goddess of fire (this time played much more combat-oriented) named Erasmas Pherno.

The good times with him are far too many to name in great detail. But they were things like: narrowly escaping a bone-crushing trap by diving out of the rear captain's window of a ship, being cornered in the back room of a weapons shop by a massive horde of zombies (and promptly turning all of them... with a little help from my goddess and some good die rolls), and bringing our insane mage back from the brink of making a deal with a devil.

[BootStrapTommy]

First character I made was a 2.0 cleric. Long, long ago in memories far,far away. Not much to be said about that. I was just young, clueless, and drawn in by the EVIL OCCULT.

When I got back into D&D much later, the first character I truly made was Mosaham Abramose, a Chaotic Good Half-Elf Dragonsong Lyricist/Dragon Rider. Ran that campaign to epic levels, testing the limits of the then new 3.5. Broke as many rules as I followed. Mosaham now frequently appears as a quest giving NPC, because no party would in their right mind pick a fight with him.

The most recently fitted NPC version of him is close to a god in levels, though the original made it to only 29th level before I grew tired of how ridiculous he had become.

All that being stressed, fond moments included: succeeding at the diplomacy check that earn him the dragon mount necessary for the dragon rider class, later discovering that mount was actually a dragon-god, having to gouge out his own eye as a sign of faith to the god of magic, getting the god of magic's eye to replace the one he gouged out, fighting and defeating the god of death (thanks to the new eye), being declared Knight-Captain of the Order of Dragon Knights and Lord of the pile of rubble that was once a city named Orquacourt, and eventually declaring war on the necromancer who was his party member through most of this and the necromancer's planar kingdom.

Like I said, ridiculous.

[MrLemon]

That would be Vaydran, a TWF Rogue/Fighter/Thief-Acrobat, and he is still in play, currently at level 15.
I plan to sacrifice him during the next session or the one after (we tend to stall epicly from time to time)

Incidentally, I have problems coming up with a replacement that is not too high-OP for my group (Though I did "awaken" our party druid to her own power recently), and is more interesting than a non-ToB melee fighter

[Kornaki]

My very first character was a gnome illusionist. The DM never explained that wizards don't get the automatic 2 spells per level and I had to actually get them. "Where can I get them?" I asked. He replied "I usually don't give out spells so wizards don't get overpowered".

I memorized a lot of color sprays that day.

The first character I enjoyed playing was a half orc barbarian named Ogg (basically exactly the same as Thog in the comic) He went from level 1 to 25ish in the campaign that we played - the best moments were

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1) The party wizard went ethereal and then died in that state (a monster made him ethereal so we couldn't help him) - an ethereal rogue then entered the room from nowhere and stole his body. I tracked him down to a bar in the astral plane, and we dueled then and there. My brother the DM figured "level 15 barbarian vs level 19 rogue, should be easy to kill Ogg here". Uncanny dodge helped a lot... of course the rogue started using summon monster scrolls to flank me (in retrospect, I'm pretty sure the rogue was lower level until he looked at uncanny dodge), but it turns out a level 15 barbarian has very little trouble killing summon monster 2 creatures. I killed the rogue and got ridiculous xp and loot for it.

2) We found gloves that let me double my strength (not the strength modifier, my base strength score) for a ridiculous number of rounds per day. I don't know where my brother found this item, but I told him it was way overpowered, and nerfed it on my own to only operate 5 rounds per day. Since I was already the highest level and richest character because of the rogue fight, our days usually went
- find enemies
- strength bonus, rage, great cleave
five times, then rest. I also had an intelligent breastplate that was imbued with the spirit of a dead barbarian, and essentially had the same personality as me. This came in handy when we had to fight a giant snake god (we weren't supposed to, so my brother figured this was a good time to kill my OPed character). He bit me and his crazy poison knocked my soul unconscious, so the breasplate took over my body and unloaded for 800 damage in the first round. I'm still unclear whether intelligent items are allowed to do this by RAW but I had a good bluff check against the DM

[Lentrax]

My very first character that I rolled and built on my own was Arctus, an Armsman from the WoT RPG.

We had a few good times with that campaign, including leaping from burning buildings, getting thrown around by a Black sister using Arms of Air, and running barefoot into the snow to track down the Aes Sedai I was bonded to.

Good times.

[ghost_warlock]

My first was a D&D Black Box human thief created using the "Dragon Cards" in the boxed set and advanced with the Rules Cyclopedia. Neutral-aligned. Hated undead and dated a cleric. Eventually became a werepanther in Ravenloft after being converted to 2nd edition. Good times.

[Lurkmoar]

My first character was AD&D Marcus, a LG fighter.

My first DM was a sadist...

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Marcus died when he fell into a pit of spikes while fighting four goblins. And he didn't die instantly, he got to linger a bit while impaled multiple times. And since it was just me and him playing, he rp'ed the whole dying slowly and alone with me. What a guy eh?

[Water_Bear]

My first character was a Lawful Good Monk with Vow of Poverty (this was before I had even heard of tiers) in D&D 3.5.

He was actually a pretty cool dude; he wasn't the "foist your morality on others" kind of LG, preferring to just collect his part of the treasure and donate it to orphans. Unfortunately he went the way of all Monks; cut down with a Scythe by a Cleric of Nerul after charging into combat wielding a torch in each hand.

[Sajiri]

I guess I'm still playing my first one in a way. 3.5 gloaming duskblade, though these days she's been converted to PF and is a magus instead.

She quickly developed a paranoia of doors (especially the talking variety), long hallways, orcs, bridges, water, and the party shaman's invisible-on-command worg familiar. One too many traps. All in the first session.

[scurv]

A human rogue named Scrag!

He was around a bit, Did some time, More than his share of jail breaks, Almost became a Pirate captain.

[Fhaolan]

Pater D'Arc.. Yeah, I was 8 at the time... 1st level Fighting Man, Original D&D, before there were editions, AD&D or Basic D&D.

I was a solo player at the time, as the DM hadn't found anyone else yet to play. Pater was on a quest to rid a village of a dragon, but he kept getting distracted along the way. It took so long for him to reach the dragon the DM had gotten fed up and simply declared that the dragon had died of natural causes before Pater got there. So Pater D'Arc, Dragonslayer; rode that reputation for the rest of his life.

[Hopeless]

Darius a human fighter from Basic Dungeons and Dragons.

Back in the red box circa 1980's a club I went to did a competition for adventures and i wrote one and used up a score plus of old characters to test it out leaving a group for the actual game.

I was the only one to bother entering unfortunately when I ran the game the only player who ran their character anywhere near properly was the Chaotic Magic User who had an Orc Priest as a henchman and the rest being all Lawful aligned stayed back and let the Paladin take on a Storm Giant singlehanded... the wizard summoned a chest with a potion of storm giant control, he may have not intended to help the Paladin but at least he didn't hide in the previous room and they were all 20th+ in level!

I don't actually remember what happened to Darius though it was almost half a year before I got involved in a game so I don't think soloing with a fighter actually counts!

[TechnoScrabble]

My first time was playing using my dad's old AD&D 2nd Edition books. His friend Jester ran a game for some of my friends (we were nine at the time) and I played a half-elven ranger who got an oversized hunting dog for a companion (We named him 'Beasty Bear'). The party was me, a human paladin, a dwarf thief, a human cleric, and a gnome illusionist. We wound up hunting down a cabal of warlocks planning on summoning a demon, destroying the castle their warlord lived in, and by the end of the campaign we had trashed their temple as well, and lost the cleric, the gnome, the dwarf, Beasty Bear, and the Paladin's legs, and it ended with my ranger vengefully tracking down the last of the warlocks through the woods in which the characters had originally met. I remember the last line I said before Jester closed his notebook and said 'The End' was, "I take careful aim and let my arrow fly."

[Eldan]

Istari. I forgot his last name,but I think it had "Dark" in it. A lawful evil elf wizard 1, who mostly used his longbow and 18 dexterity. He got up to level 6. Spells I remember him casting: Jump (to get over several pit traps), Animate Rope, Magic Missiles (so many magic missiles), Detect Magic (never found anything magical) and spider climb. Fireball later, when he got that high in level. He was also the lost prince of an ancient elven kingdom with incredible magic and wanted to rule the world. Hey, I was about 14.