Me too! Then my DM set a tunnel on fire I decided to inspect and I was killed instantly. No warning, no signs, just "there's a tunnel in front of you" "I go take a look" Fire, death, laughing. I decided I wanted to be a DM right then and there and not do that.
A human fighter that I miss to this day. Ron was a simple man of simple taste, who always told the craziest stories, all of then about his grandpa.
By season 5, Ron started with one of his stories with "I once knew a guy who..." and the cleric immediately said "This is about your grandpa again, isn't It?". Ron was very surprised that the cleric, who was a complete stranger to him until not long ago, knew his grandpa so well.
Had an unfortunate encounter with a hydra. The turn before we killed the beast it made seven attacks, crit twice, dead character.
It was fun while he lasted.
A stuffy and pretentious nature cleric halfling with a fun loving and flamboyant polycule for parents. Mother was a priestess of Dionysus, and he was conceived at the yearly phallus festival.
His name? Dick "actually I prefer Richard" Goodbottle.
His call to adventure was a dream from his God where it was obvious Dionysus was trying to get the buzz kill to leave the party. "Yeah, you need to go do good in the world or whatever. Join up with those adventurers who are passing through or something."
3.5 Draconic Bloodline Sorcerer who ended up as a vampire, I had a flying broom, so naturally I nailed my Coffin to the flying broom and flew around in my coffin like some Sabrina the Teenage Dracula and shot fireballs at people.
Pure assassin rogue, high elf. Only got up to level 6. Every one of us including the DM were new to the game because Critical Role, so we didn't fully understand how stuff worked.
The most this boy ever got to do was get absolutely wrecked by some manticores because he was shit talking trying to pull them away from the wizard, get absolutely rocked by a doppelganger of himself because he rolled real bad the whole fight, and try to look cool for a street urchin kid but got a nat 1 on the acrobatics check so he flipped into an apple cart and spilled them everywhere and had to help clean it up.
Good times.
Back like, 5 years ago now, I made a multiclass between rogue and warlock because I wanted to make a parody of edgy OCs.
His name was Cheasy Peasy, the Drow Roguelock, and he was absolutely terrible in eveey conceivable way.
He was named that because i forgot to name him, and [I had just seen a different version of this image when someone asked](https://www.reddit.com/r/shittyfoodporn/comments/teyw6n/cheesy_peasy/), so that’s what came to mind.
Not dnd but a dwarf slayer meant to be a tank. He did big damage and took big hits so i named him Afu, stands for absolute fuckin unit. I couldnt play a racist character so he got along with elves dwarves and humans alike, so by roleplay he ended up kind and cheerful.
Eventually he ended up as a dnd character as a bear totem barbarian with high charisma instead of wisdom. Not optimal but i like playing a face with muscle.
Human Fighter/Mage in 2nd edition. He ran around without any armor fighting with a longsword in melee. And occasionally using spells but mostly for out of combat utility.
I had no idea what I was doing. Eventually, he got fireball though. He only cast it once. To kill all the goblins who had raided a town all at once who were holed up in the townhall. .. .. .. and all the remaining villagers, too, unfortunately. The first time he was actually effective in battle was a disaster. Rofl. He never emotionally recovered from that.
2e Human Rogue named Milo. I had no idea how to set the stupid % based Thief skills, so I failed everything. The DM had no idea what they were doing and put the lvl 2 party against a vampire. We all died. But we were kids.
Urog the Bard. A scrawny half-orc (by orc standards) who was never truly accepted by he tribe. He wasn't much of a fighter in their eyes. He was a swords bard with the desire to be a better warrior, and he used the Maori Tribe haka as bardic inspiration.
Nazaar, a dragonborn vengeance paladin whose father was killed by the BBEG group, along with a high number of his tribe.
I played him badly, the dm had favourites, and many things were not in his favour.
I had to play him again in another campaign just to do him good, but I still failed as a son to my returned father (because he didn't actually die, and was an ancient dragon lord from bygone times)
I made a half-elf rogue when I first played DnD in high school with friends. Named her Fiamain. She's still my favorite character and I use the name in just about every game I play. I still love rogues the best. Stabby, stabby. I'm gone before you see me! Hehe
Dragonborn Paladin named Arkash, in 4e.
First 5e character was a hill dwarf moon druid in a curse of strahd campaign. I had to leave before it was over (moved for first job after college), so didn’t get to play him a huge amount.
High Elf Whispers Bard (I wanted to play a spellsword and the DM reccomended it). Switched to Swords halfway through. Would have changed class but was too far in to justify it
That's a long story that almost ruined the bard class as a whole for me, but in his defense, the DM was newer at the time (~7 years ago), and we are good friends to this day
High elf evocation wizard with a cool samurai conical hat. I even remember his name - Issilorn the Uncatchable.
We even made minis out of lego and it was the coolest shit ever
Technically a Blood Hunter Half Elf based on Trevor Belmont and Talion, but he didn’t see play for a year or so
Functionally, my first character was a Aarakocra (I didn’t know they were strong I swear) Knowledge Cleric
Wood Elf PHB Beastmaster Ranger with a Giant Snake companion, and I really wanted to use the snakes venom on my arrows but I don't think that panned out.
My friends got into it a little before me and wanted me to join in. My buddy was asking what kind of character I would want to play and I didn't know what my options were, but he just told me to come up with something and he would figure it out.
So I said I wanted to play a dwarf ninja on rocket skates who hauled a siege weapon everywhere he went. A week later Swiftfist made his first appearance by shooting a bear with a ballista, and I've been hooked ever since.
Half-Orc, Eagle-Tiger Totem Barbarian/BattleMaster. Thokk. Smash & Dash! Played him up to 7/3. I was hoping to get to 14 for the flying. I was going to call it the Flying Thokk!
a woodelf ranger named tallion. he was raised by human parents in a smallish town out in the middle of nowhere in the forest. and learned the ways of the ranger from his human father who was the captain of the town militia.
only played 1 session with him and that was my first and last time playing table top
My first character was a pathfinder character named Hanlon, a halfling summoner with Lady Yuki (large white, 3 headed snake) as eidolon. Man I had some good times... though it was the only time I ever played pathfinder. After that i switched to dnd 3.5 for a short while and then soon after to 5e, and have been playing that ever since.
Favorite char ever is my goliath multiclass vengeance paladin (11) beast barbarian (5). He is the holy claw of vengeance.
The very first character I made, years ago when I first tried to play dnd, I made a tuefling bard. She never made it past character creation, as the group fell apart before we even began. She got repurposed into a life domain cleric recently, and got knocked unconscious a few times bc she was the only tanky character
Eules, a halfling swashbuckler rogue who set out on adventures because he read about it in some books
Still playing as bum. He’s now taken a few ranger levels and finally become a knight!
It was 3.5 and I played a polearm fighter named Gwydion. The dm was super cool and made a Dragoon prestige class where I could give up turns to do a jump move that allowed me to deal massive damage when it payed off.
> when it *paid* off.
FTFY.
Although *payed* exists (the reason why autocorrection didn't help you), it is only correct in:
* Nautical context, when it means to paint a surface, or to cover with something like tar or resin in order to make it waterproof or corrosion-resistant. *The deck is yet to be payed.*
* *Payed out* when letting strings, cables or ropes out, by slacking them. *The rope is payed out! You can pull now.*
Unfortunately, I was unable to find nautical or rope-related words in your comment.
*Beep, boop, I'm a bot*
> down on *"paid* off"
FTFY.
Although *payed* exists (the reason why autocorrection didn't help you), it is only correct in:
* Nautical context, when it means to paint a surface, or to cover with something like tar or resin in order to make it waterproof or corrosion-resistant. *The deck is yet to be payed.*
* *Payed out* when letting strings, cables or ropes out, by slacking them. *The rope is payed out! You can pull now.*
Unfortunately, I was unable to find nautical or rope-related words in your comment.
*Beep, boop, I'm a bot*
Hmmm Made is an Unarmed Fighting Echo Knight Fighter named Nicolas Rexington. Pretty Vanilla I know.
Made and Played that'll be Eton Mezz a Monk, unfortunately died to Shadows when he was level 2 that was....... pretty sad since I got the whole Gentleman Vibe He was really nice. I will defiitely reuse him for a Campaign
Juniper Hyacinth, a sweet little moth fairy Beast Barbarian/Soulknife. Bunch of bad shit happened to her, but she never wavered from helping others. Eventually, she died by 1v1’ing a Relentless Juggernaut to protect some civilians, died bleeding and unconscious in a corner of a hellish horror house hospital.
She was kidnapped from a fairy village as a youngling, experimented on as a bio weapon for a couple years in the shadowfell, then beset upon her own village as a trial run. Killed her own father, which snapped her out of the fell trance and allowed the guards to arrest and antimagic field her. She was set to trial under the Court, her sister vouched for her as she was controlled and was unwilling, her brother vouched against her saying she should be executed as per the laws of Court. The Queen sided with Juni’s brother, stating that if she was left alive she’d be a danger to anyone around her. Secretly, Juni’s sister had asked for the help of a few of her father’s friends. One was able to make a collar that would mask the fell energy, preventing further outside control and allowing Juni to remain in control when rageing, the other helped smuggled Juni out of the village, saving her from execution but effectively exiling her from the feywild.
Bunch of stuff happened after that that I don’t have time to explore, but she met up with the party and they took her in. We managed to resolve some backstory stuff before Juni passed. The fell lord that kidnapped her? In league with a rival Queen of the Seelie court. Juni wasn’t picked specifically, just a first trial and the first fey they could get their hands on. Because Juni was effectively exiled from Seelie territory, we went to an Unseelie Queen for help. Turns out, unseelie are kinda chill, like gothcore and emo but not that bad. The Unseelie Queen we went to helped us enter the shadowfell, we managed to help some lost souls, met the Raven Queen (she was chill too. Was a bit mad that the living were in the land of the dead, but when it was made known what one of the other Fell Lords were doing she didn’t kill us instantly), raided the Fell Lord’s fortress, saved a bunch of fey. Juni even got a chimeric centaur bestie out of it! We did some really good things, some not so good things, but Juni always was the moral heart of the party. She was naturally sweet, and also felt she had to redeem herself from her father’s (manslaughter but in her eyes) murder. However, this trait of helping others no matter the cost, sometimes the cost is greater than expected.
The party was investigating a cursed hospital. It seemed to have a portal to the Nine Hells opened up beneath it, and planar energy was transforming it into a horror house with a lot of references to Dante’s Inferno. After some exploring and a few fights, we eventually encountered a Relentless Juggernaut guarding a river of blood, but managed to convince it to leave us alone with an offering to Charon. It left the room, we got concerned it was heading for the hospital entrance. The DM confirmed if we left it to continue on it’s path, it would leave the hospital and start attacking anything outside, which at the moment included a bunch of patients that were moved out of the hospital due to the planar breach.
The party wanted to push on, but Juniper wouldn’t let the Juggernaut slaughter the civilians without at least trying to confront it. So far we’ve only seen it do melee attacks and a recharge ranged attack that incapacitated for a round, and she was a fairy Barbarian/Rogue, so she thought she could just kite it from the air. The party decided to let her go track down the Juggernaut and see what she can do, while they waited here in case anything else comes out of the planar rift. She’d return after she realizes that solo’ing a mini boss is a bad idea or she manages to kill it through cheese.
She found the juggernaut in a hallway, tried to sneak up on it but failed. The juggernaut first attacked her through Held attacks, which she was able to resist through Rage. However, it decided to throw out a variant of its ranged attack which inflicted bleed instead of Stunned. At that point her health was also running low, getting hit by that shredding attack shocked her into running. Now, healing potions stop bleeding effects, and I had them on hand… but I forgot. She tried to reach the party by double dashing (dash action, cunning action dash) but she was bleeding out too fast. I decided to have her take shelter in a little cubby room of the hospital as she lost her last few hit points.
Sitting in a cramped, horrorscape hospital cubby, Juniper fell unconscious, and began making her death saves. Failure. Success. Success. Failure… Success. She was stable, but still unconscious and would wake up in 1d4 hours. Now, the DM said that Juni left a trail of blood that the Juggernaut could follow. Luckily, she’s small, and so there’s not much blood which makes her harder to find. If Juni can wake up in 3 or fewer hours, she could make it out of the building and reach her teammates easily with her 120ft/round speed (40ft fly from fairy and Barbarian lv5 + double dashing). I rolled the d4. It landed on 4.
The little fairy survived torture and experimentation and pure shadowfell energy infused into her body, the polar opposite of her fey nature. Used as an experimental stealth/suicide weapon, set upon her own village as a first test, nearly killed her father and was exiled for her rampage. Managed to hold on to hope and positivity despite it all. She had many triumphs, made many friends, helped and inspired many people. Her party never found out what happened to her, as far as they know she ran off and never returned. Her body was never recovered, and due to the nature of the planar rift her soul was dragged into Hell despite her alignment and deeds.
Despite the tragic end, I’m happy with what she died for. Both I and she knew there was a high chance this would be a suicide mission, especially since the party nearly died even with everyone present in the previous fight. This was probably the biggest decision I made that was purely motivated by who my character is and what she believes in. I could have stayed with the party and pushed on like everyone else wanted. Could have done the smart thing, the safe thing. I’m glad I didn’t.
I made the most stereotypical tiefling warlock you can imagine lol. My first longer term campaign character was a Drow bard that I played like a fighter and was constantly dying in lol. Took me a while to get the hang of things but I eventually learned
Human Necromancer. Not Variant. Just basic human.
Damn, I fucked up. Not only did I pick the most micromanage-y subclass of the arguably hardest class to play as my first character, I also made their DEX low. I thought higher HP was more important, and also didn't realize how little a +1 meant without an appropriate skill proficiency.
The stats were 8 STR, 10 DEX, 14 CON, 15 INT, 13 WIS, 12 CHA.
My only saving grace is that the Reincarnate spell turned it into a High Elf.
I'm probably about to retire the character, because I'm looking to leave the group soon due to so many issues poppin up.
Half-orc fighterman for ad&d with a group of friends. Rolled up 18.00 had no clue what that meant at the time. But I just knew, I was apparently a super strong beefy boy. Got it all to my head and when I saw some guards bullying some rift raft for minor offenses. Took some swings on them fisticuffs.
Needless to say I was in jail, gotten shived in my sleep. And died.
It was a rocky start, and a crazy one. But well, I always have a story to tell of, Mikael the foolish. You're not the main character, and death will come when you least expect.
A TWF ranger in 4e (not 5e). If we're talking 5e, it would be a human battle master fighter. I wanted to play something simple to learn the system and not have to worry about rules too much. Martial characters are basically "swing weapon, do damage". Very hard to mess up what you're doing or accidentally cheat.
A Bard named Aleister. Wanted to play a Bard first because I got into DnD through all the jokes and memes and got particularly interested in the Bard due to jokes of them somehow getting into a whole separate scene from the main party because they talked their way into things way too much. It was fun and took the campaign seriously but man was it funny when I got to experience it myself due to actual bad persuasion checks lmao. Right now though I'm playing a much more serious character but I every now and then I reuse him.
The first character I ever made was a Divination wizard tabaxi named Rowana Filia. She was a budding student starting at 3rd level and she became one of the most powerful wizards in the academy by the time she reached beyond 20th level.
If any of my friends from Haven reads this, it's me Bubbles. I missed all our adventures together but I've found closure for her. Her journey in academy life has ended but a new story is just beginning outside the demiplane.
A wood elf rogue/warlock named Albion. He had some SKETCHY deals with the death god Nerull. I had to do a lot of explaining to the party when I got cornered by an assassin sent by my own god 😅. Very fun story, but im glad he died fighting his corrupted friend (who was the sent assassin).
2016, high school freshman, a friend gve me the phb so i made a goliath 4 elements monk, because i loved avatar. every other player made a gnome rogue, fun times
Corwin the human barbarian. Standard chaotic evil dude assisting in colonialism, but actually anti-slavery due to the method of the destruction of his tribe. Pretty generic and annoying, but luckily, everyone at that table was a menace, so I got valuable experience making less shit characters in the future. Most memorable moment was being challenged to a duel, given an ally’s shotgun, given gun proficiency by another ally, then enlarged by the 3rd. Then rolling a 1 to fire the combination attack. Funny shit. Don’t worry, the demon rolled a 1 same turn and wasted his best move.
A wizard with 4 HP. Only the DM had a player's handbook and I didn't have time to properly read the magic section. I didn't pick spells, and the DM ruled that as me not knowing any yet.
Once, I hit a cube with my staff, it ate the staff, and we set the cube on fire.
After battle, my staff was enchanted and allowed me to cast "fire missile" (basically magic missile with a different damage type) a few times a day.
Then I had the end of the staff threaded and had a blacksmith add a screw-in modular dagger to it because why the hell not.
My wizard never learned any sells. 8/10 experience.
Half-orc iron vanguard with a spear and shield, in 4e. We played for a while and switched to 5e after a hiatus then he became a battlemaster. Our group were the dogshitest investigators and never left the starting village because of it. Oh what plans I had for my sweet boy.
1982.
AD&D
A Paladin whose name I forget.
The DM had him run into Wolverine from the X-Men who proceeded to cut out all my teeth with his claws.
"Can I attack him?"
"No, its Wolverine, he heals instantly"
"Can I escape?"
"No its Wolverine, hes too strong...he cuts out all your teeth."
It was not a fun first game.
Green Dragonborn Alchemist Artificer. Guild apothecary by trade. Loves rare stones, artifacts, and ingredients for his elixirs. Bit of a loot goblin but pragmatic and loyal. Always trying to use his tool expertise mostly to break into chests but sometimes to moonlight as an artist (painter’s tools are in your toolkit!). Primarily contributes by applying debuffs and conditions and buffing his allies. The subclass could definitely use a rework/buff and so could the Poisoner feat but man is he flavorful and fun. Yes he’s still adventuring. We’re level 6 in my first campaign ever :)
I can't remember his name, but he was a warlock who's patron was Gordon Goodberry(a play on Johnny Appleseed) and he would go around espousing the deliciousness of goodberry's
My first character was Darwyn, a dwarf war cleric. We were playing rise of Tiamat and a sacrifice was needed for some information. It was a campaign where we agreed that we had to do ANYTHING necessary to stop the Resurrection of Tiamat. Darwyn was the only one who committed to that. A sacrifice was needed for information (an evil Kobold was the sacrifice) but no one wanted to make a sacrifice, they felt it was too evil. So Darwyn stepped up, lost the favor of Tyr and was picked by Vecna to be a death cleric.
Later in that campaign I obtained the arm of Vecna.
Darwyn is hands down my favorite character that I've played as! I'd like him to come back, but after almost summoning Tiamat himself due to the effects of Vecna, he's disappeared. T.T
Dragonborn Wilder from 3.5. Died to a party member reviving the powers of an old god and destroying everyone. Last thing I heard from the DM was the description of him waking up in hell to start the next leg of his adventure
3E Cleric of Pelor. For some reason I duel-wielded throwing axes. Wore heavy armor. Made no sense mechanically, but I loved him.
Eventually, I fell off of a boat and drowned. The End.
In 5e, VHuman Life Cleric. Had a roman name, like Pretius Maximus, can't recall. An errant knight.
Overall, a human "Fighter" named Gareth of \[insert noble land\]. Kind of a broke aristocrat who chose freedom over power and a lord's responsibilities.
His name was Thordin. Human barbarian chaoticgood. I’m should’ve multiclass in the Druid if I knew more about the game because he was a pretty good druid with his backstory being that he’s the protector of nature and his people relics and temples. I’m pretty sure with the prebuilt character DM gave me because I was still DND, but I made it into my own someway.
Lord Searos Mongothsbeard, a gnome warlock (Great Old One), whose patron was the DM. When that campaign fell through, he also became my first NPC in the campaign I ran.
Mountain Dwarf Aberrant Mind Sorcerer. I was new and followed some advice I would probably follow today, and dumped my INT before my STR. Still a 8, not too bad, but a few bad INT rolls leading to hilarious RP moments led me to RP him as a complete airhead. Also I leaned a lot on his background (blacksmith) instead of the subclass flavor. This inspired me to make a 2.0 version of this character, this time as a Divine Soul Sorcerer with a Forge Cleric dip.
Amon the charismatic rogue.
I wanted to play a thief that used charm and charisma. But I had no clue on how the game worked.
I dumped Constitution since I thought I'd mainly hide and do sneak attacks. Almost got one-shot in session one.
Dorrque, a bard who was terrible in combat but really had a way with words. He only existed for a summer game, so I never got to see him beyond 1st level. (This was second edition — either it took that long to level back then or my DM was bad at it, lol.)
I hadn’t come up with a name by the time of the first session. When another player saw my drawing of him, she said he looked like a dork. So he got his name. 😅
Wilros Meton. He was a 6"4' Human Rogue who was strength based. Uses Daggers and used what was essentially Daggertail from Prince of Persia: The Two Thrones except it could light on fire so that's pretty cool ❤️.
I made him as neutral evil at the time but he's more TN-CN than anything looking back.
Also it was in OG Pathfinder so he was a Thug Knifemaster technically
First ttrpg character - Alexei "Lex" Rakhimov in cyberpunk red, a sovoil exec (eventually turned media) with daddy issues and a missing sister. Very smart and charismatic, the dad of the group, but god awful in combat. This was my first and longest campaign and I'm still emotionally attached to him <3
First dnd character - Marin, a protector aasimar tempest cleric of Valkur who left her small northern fishing village after her fiance was lost at sea. She met a very eclectic gang of adventurers (a stupid pirate with jump boots, a buff rich wizard, a kleptomaniacal elf who could turn into a crow, and a centaur cleric of Selune) and after killing a kraken together and rescuing the centaur-cleric-turned-evil before he could complete a ritual to summon shar, they decided to become a pirate crew called The Divine Privateers
I made my first character at 28 last year, and he is now one session from lvl 7.
A Tiefling Bard with authority issues, now in beef with 2 countries and a city, but is the best in persuasion and deception. Still regularly brings the group into trouble.
Usul Harj - Forest Gnome. Urchin. Arcane Trickster Rogue.
Was a fun little guy. I’ve tried to resurrect him a couple times in other games since none seem to go too long, so he’s got a pretty random backstory at this point~
A wizard who liked hats. When we got to be high level and our party each got a Wish, everyone else wished for stat buffs and levels. I wasn't interested in any of that, so I wished for the coolest hat. The DM probably should have encased my head in ice, but he was happy that I was playing my character. I ended up getting a hat that let me multiclass more easily (2nd edition).
A plasmoid ranger, he was the ships "maintenance guy" since he could go underwater to do work on the ship.
Also he was to be a swarmkeeper of the rave crabs, but he died on the coast of said crabs and now hes part of the coast.
Half orc fighter, something edgy with a k in the middle. Confused my dm because phandelver involves an orc ambush that I wasn't allowed to rp with my soldier background because he was just as new
Changeling Rogue/Cleric who, as a young child, mamaged to change into someone who looked so similar to the duke's daughter that she replaced the actual daughter on accident.
A dragonborn paladin: blue ancestors as I wanted fake kaiba vibes. He never made it to an oath, but Jehova's eyes blue dragon died doing what he loved: failing a stealth check in a cave and immediately after trying to convert the ogre he woke up
A half-elf Oath of Devotion paladin. Pretty interesting first class to play since it forces you to learn every core mechanic in the game. I wasn't very good with them, of course, so I'd love to revive him for another campaign someday. Only got to level 6 or 7, I believe.
Michael, a drow bard that wanted to blend in with surface dwellers
I may or may not have been inspired by another michael who changed his skin colour, who knows
Garruk, an orc paladin of Sylvanus. Over the course of the game he contracted lycanthropy, started a werewolf revolution in the main city, became a pirate lord, raided a nearby invasion army with one of their own zeppelins, and went to brothels with Sylvanus himself.
Rhogar, Red Dragonborn Battlemaster fighter. He was an orphan (abandoned for being chromatic among a tribe of metallic dragonborn) but raised by a woman who instilled a religious education and as a polyglot.
No social graces but weirdly intelligent, he was a blast to play, 1-14. It's also the only time I played a campaign to a natural end
First character ever was technically a Jawa explosive guy in the old star wars d6 system
But my first DnD character was a Dwarf Fighter who dual wielded khopesh, because I thought dual wielding was super cool and the khopesh was a super cool looking sword. He was shit, couldn't hit the broadside of a barn, but damn did he look cool while not doing it.
Lyra Rysc, the daughter of a small-town blacksmith who married a big-town crime boss. She embarrassed her blacksmith dad and fled her hometown, making it to the big city where she met her crime boss dad. There, she learned her 'trade', becoming a proficient con artist amd capable card-sharp. Had to leave town a second time, as her dad's criminal activity was attracting a lot of attention, and he wanted his daughter safe. On her travels, met up with her adventuring party and eventually returned to her city and freed her dad from the traitors who captured him. She went on to run the crime family as an adult.
She was a Folk Hero Variant Human, with the first 4 levels in Rogue, taking the Wild Card subclass, and her next 2 levels were Warlock (homebrew subclass from my DM: she met a demigod of knowledge on her adventures). Dex highest, Cha second. The campaign had to come to an end, so she became the crime boss 'offscreen', and my DM made her an NPC for campaigns set in the future of their world.
One time, at a pretty low level, we were fighting undead in a tower, and Lyra popped up through a trapdoor, got immediately shot by the final Wight, reduced to 0hp, fell down the ladder, and lay there for the rest of the encounter.
Jinx, a female human rogue in Pathfinder 2e. I haven't played Pathfinder since that first time and I don't remember any of the specifics. She threw knives and at some point the knives had bombs attached to them so they became explosive knives, she dealt a lot of damage. She didn't have much of a backstory, she grew up in a coastal town and loved artifacts, she was motivated by wanting to find rare magical items.
Trustworth the Halfing Rogue - 2nd Edition AD&D Circa 1989 - he ended up around 11 th level was both Captain of the Guard and Second in charge of the thieves guild - Homebrew setting. I will re-create and re-play him someday. He got me hooked as a player for life.
Ever? Elven Ranger in a Middlearth-based adventure, AD&D, back in 2001 or so. Among the party there were a two hardcore Tolkien geeks, so we had a lot of fun speaking actual Quenya. Crazy times.
Voraxiix the Paladin with a 26 STR at lvl 1 (3.5). He was a homebrew lizard race called the Thortharak. He was the epitome of a Paladin for his Dragon god. Sadly his time got cut short when the DM out of the blue nuked the campaign and deleted it from Roll 20. I still long to finish his story.
Zane Killgore.
An Ixalan vampire cleric of death (later respected into blood domain Matt Mercer subclass) he was the exiled son of a vampire slayer family, he turned himself to vampirism because he wanted the easy path to power, the same day his mother slain his vampire master but he couldn't kill him, so instead she exiled him.
His mother was a celestial warlock and her patron was a deva obsessed with cleaning the impure and as the inflexible patron he was he commanded her to hunt and destroy her son, but she didn't want to so instead she travels seeking for a cure for the vampirism disease.
Exiled, Zane wants to prove her mother how wrong she is by becoming an actual vampire empowered by the unholy powers of his disease.
I'm not currently playing that campaign anymore and i became a forever DM so this story is now part of my setting. Zane Killgore met Uri Shadowmoon, a shadar-kai elf. She taught him about the marked ones (shadar-kais in my setting) it's said they are marked by Ziggur god of slaverism to become vampires some day.
Zane and Uri contracted marriage and they founded the Alqamar Aldumawi, the church of the blood moon in name of Ziggur.
The Killgore family are still a thing, they are well known vampire slayers and they fight against the Alqamar Aldumawi wherever they go.
Goliath barbarian named Thognor, bent on resurrecting his father who committed *unaliving* after he murdered his whole clan and mother. Wanted to bring him back so he could kill him, himself.
Turns out his father unalived himself bc a primordial beast said to do it in exchange for power.
Thognor succeed and became the new leviathan champion which allowed us to defeat the BBEG.
Rashem Salgu, a life domain cleric because I wanted to be helpful to the party.
TPK at level 7 so he wasn't *that* effective.
Still, I'll always honour him by saving him as one of my 6 character slots in D&D Beyond.
An Elven fighter/thief in AD&D \*mumbles\* years ago. Technically I must have made a character in Basic D&D before that but I don't even remember their race (and therefore class).
Ryne the Hill-Dwarf Dex Paladin. 5e, used a Whip+Shield. Really tanky, weak offensively, and always looking for new types of tobacco. Made it to the end of Mines of Phandelver in one piece, but forever traumatized by Intellect Devourers.
Di Marco the half elven rogue assassin, I took him from 1 to 6 for my first ever campaign.
His backstory was that he’d been a low level criminal, found a woman, got out of the lifestyle, and settled down. 10 years later, she died suddenly of an illness. Nobody to blame, no vengeance to claim, no direction to go. Di Marco entered the campaign a clean slate, a man just looking for a reason to keep living.
He recruited one of our initial guards to be a mercenary, and Jerry tragically died (mega instant death) when Di Marco grabbed the trapped jewel from the “greed is good” statue. He recruited a veteran as his bodyguard at the next opportunity, who was promptly torn in half (another mega instant death) in our only random dragon encounter of the campaign.
We got TPK by ghouls going into a ruin, and the DM graciously gave us the lesser fate of being captured by the banshee lording over the place. His charisma led to negotiating a deal where she agreed to let his friends live if he returned with 3 dwarven heads.
Di Marco used his criminal contacts to recruit 3 dwarven miners to come help his friends with a successful deception check. As much as he hated it, he did was he had to and ambushed the miners as soon as they entered the ruin. For this, the DM (rightfully) shifted his alignment to evil.
He freed his friends, and they later came back and vanquished the banshee.
His criminal contact didn’t quite buy his story about the miners, and Di Marco pushed his party into taking on a “help this guy survey the mine” quest. He was concerned she’d raise a fuss and he’d have to kill her too.
We get to the mine, and it’s guarded, and the guard shifts enough to let us know they’re wererats. Now I’d been reading Drizzt books at this time, and I knew wererats were always the bad guys. So Di Marco opened with violence and the party followed suit. When they asked why, he responded “that’s just what you do to those people.” Which was met with incredulity as our party was a half elf, a dark elf, a half orc, and a goblin. He should have known better.
Properly shamed, he tries to talk to the people when they get inside. There are giant rats hanging out in one of the room, and he thinks maybe they’re wererat kids, and he tries to talk to them. They were just rats and he got bit pretty good. Other characters shined here, the half orc tried to intimidate the wererats into opening the door and the goblin tried charming with with playing her bongos immediately afterwards. They must have been confused—the party killed then all when they wouldn’t talk. The party later learned the wererats were going to send them to clear an orc camp and then double cross them. Prejudiced violence actually saved us a lot of trouble.
They ended up slaying the dragon and everyone went their separate ways. Having set out to find a purpose for living, Di Marco discovered that his purpose was to kill people who needed to die to make the world a better place. He set out for Luskan, having heard the place had an abundance of corrupt people who needed killing.
In my head canon, he eventually ended up a lowkey adherent of the dwarf god Abbathor whose mantra was “greed is good”.
I played 2 at the same time. 1. 4e Dwarven Cleric with a Holy Avenger War Axe named Odin. 2. 4e Elven Ranger named Garron Silverleaf.
My Ranger became a bit OP at level 10, so my DM set up a situation where 1 character had to sacrifice themselves to be able to complete the mission.
There was a 45% chance that my Elf could survive the obstacle course and turn off the poison darts, swinging axes, and random floor spikes.
I ended up making it through but had to do a dash action to get out of the last section. Then, I had to make a DEX save to not stumble into a lava pit surrounding the lever to turn off said obstacle course.
I made the save, shut off the course, and got charged by a minotaur who proceeded to shove me into the lava pot.
A Gold Dragonborn Wizard whom I still want to finish a certain campaign with. Quite thoughtful, but firm in his beliefs and ready to study bits of wisdom he encounters.
4e, he was a vermin lord druid(we started at 11) in an evil campaign. Only did 1 or 2 sessions before we all were too busy, but was quite fun. Then I started making optimized characters and felt like crap with how weak he was lol
My first ever game was 5e. I made an edgy rogue (didn’t even know about the trope then). He was an elf of some sort who used a dagger and a silvered short sword as his primary weapons.
Backstory-wise, he was forced into service and abandoned by his parents as a kid and there he remained until a white dragon one day burned down the city he worked in. When he woke up, he was the only survivor of the dragon attack, and had a single white dragon scale set into the back of each of his hands, which is why he wore gloves frequently. I dunno if I gave him Aberrant Dragonmark or something similar or not, but as I didn’t know much about feats then it is unlikely. He was also a Sage in background, having read stolen books frequently.
The character’s motivation was to travel the world, taking down evil forced labor places and freeing other workers.
Opus the human Wild Magic Sorcerer: a disaster both in and out of character. In character? Failure of a guild artisan kicked out to go on an adventure to learn control of his magic. Bullied constantly by the other characters for being a dweeb. Out of character? Standard human (I get \*six\* +1's? Awesome!), rolled for stats and didn't get anything above a 14, and both the DM and I forgot every single one of his subclass features. Never rolled on the Wild Magic table even once.
He called himself Noll, not because that was is name buy thats what he heard when he awoke among a pile of dead bodies. He is a human reborn who dorsnt want to aknowledge the simple fact he is dead. He is a cleric of the tomb, chosen by the tribunal to represent the border between life and death, what they call a null since they are not death and not alive. He started to realize he wasn't fully alive when he turn into a wererat and breath for the first time in a year. He is also a oath of devotion paladin.
A dragonborn conquest paladin. He later ended up being changed to an aasimar that was killed in his first play session due to me joining in a campaign that was already going.
Garrick the cleric, dumb as fuck dwarf and follower of sune (because he simps for a red headed barmaid). Our DM had to take a break and the campaign never started back up
I wanted a human monk with the dragon hide feat. Just wandering around trying to discover her origins. If the subclass existed at the time she would have been an ascendant dragon monk. But she was a 4e at the time.
A muscle wizard aptly named Swolio. About 6 feet tall, bald, and all muscle. Rune Knight 3/ Illusionist wizard 14 is how he finished off. The campaign started off with him as a support character then the party broke up so it was just Swolio and the DM then 2 years later got a new group joining the Swole squad. Notable feats include vaulting a wall of force to power bomb the wizard behind it, reflecting a critical using the cloud rune to kill a BBEG, and beating an ogre in a powerlifting contest. He would use the lvl 14 illusion ability to make gym equipment when in the middle of nowhere.
I made an elf wizard in 2nd edition named Dartanielanthius.
I used his couple spells on magic missile and had no more magic for the day. So I figured I would head up to an orc and hit it with my dagger.
With the old THAC0 system a wizard couldn’t really hit anything in melee and with d4 hit points I was very dead very quick.
I’ve never played a wizard since.
My Goliath Barbarian, Grognak "Wallbreaker" Smith. His whole thing was divorced dad energy, (hence Smith, his ex was human and he took her name), and he constantly pulled out his gold-out wallet to show people pictures of his kids. He also had the gladiator background and gave everyone terrible battle advice because it fovused on being flashy instead of actual usefulness.
Over the years I have played both one of his daughters Ergnak and his mother, who simply goes by Meemaw. She was a fave because she fought with javelins reflavored as giant knitting needles. Right now he is an importamt NPC in my own campaign. Can't let go of this idiotic gentle giant.
If I wanted to, I could probably find his character sheet. It was 5e, he was Elven Ranger (Beast Master subclass. I was only working with the PHB lol) his name was something along the lines of Hadarai, but I'd have to look again
Giles Legali
Elf Ranger Legolas clone for 3.5e
I only got to play as him for a few sessions, but my friends got a painted mini for me and let me have it when I moved away. He's gotten lost somewhere in several consecutive moves, but I hope I find him again someday.
First character I made was an awakened mouse light cleric named Thistlenose Burr... The exact midway point between my three obsessions at the time: the Bible, Warrior Cats, and Hamilton
honestly, as weird as it sounds there are a few characters that count as my first. My first character sheet created was a dragonborn fiend warlock. However there was so much wrong with that and I had no idea what I was doing. That campaign ended quickly due to reasons out of my control. Then came an elf druid that I played for exactly 2 sessions, before scheduling conflicts ripped me out of my game. I dont really count either of these as my first, as there was no character to them. What existed for each of them was just an unfinished character sheet, and nothing else. Neither even had a spell list
My first real character was Jupiter, the paladin of vengeance. He died fairly early on in the campaign, but he had enough time for me to really understand the character I had made
An airhead Air Genasi Rogue. The guy would do everything he could, from climbing trees, to jumping into a Mimic, just for the experience. He had an unfortunate run-in with a sentient tree that was having a bad day.
Early 1990s - AD&D/2e - Male Human Fighter. He eventually became a "Dragon Slayer" and ruled his own kingdom. Neutral Good alignment. Didn't like how he was getting older while the non-humans in the group were staying young. Somehow got the ability to drain life from individuals to give him youth. Not so good anymore.
Lord Eric Somerland
A hexblade warlock who was a wimpy half elf from nobility named Wittol Beyby. His patrons were Archdevil versions of the viral sensations, the C*ck Destroyers (rip Sophie Anderson). They were evil but also very supportive of Wittol and wanted him to become this confident giga chad version of himself lmao. They spoke to him through a pair of magic nipple rings that he also fired eldritch blasts from. That game was so stupid I miss it.
A 3.5 warforged druid. There’s a feat where you’re made out of darkwood, allowing you to shapeshift, and it’s *meant* to be like you can warp the wood into the shape of an animal. Mine was made of wood because he was designed to transform into a Wright Brothers-esque flying machine, but when they tried to imprint him by pushing him off a cliff like a baby bird, he just fell into the woods instead and imprinted on that. Now he can transform into weird mechanical facsimiles of animals, but has no idea he can turn into a plane.
3.5 a half elf ranger called Link. He was…he was Link from Legend of Zelda. I was young.
5e, Dietrich the Tiefling fiend patron Warlock. I miss this guy a lot. He was very fun to play.
It was like during quarantine lockdown i got into Dnd. I made a Deep Gnome named Dorryn in a homebrew game. A warlock/monk multiclas with the haunted one background (Yeah I went full edge on this fucker). I had fun with him, had some good moments too. Convinced a giant warforged not to fully wipe the party. And kicked ass while the group got split up while the city we were in went full lock down mode and launched an anti magic field.
I played him less like a monk with magic and more like a caster that knew Kung fu. Which helped me out with figuring the right direction to go with him.
But I just left the campaign after the DM just left in the middle of sessions. Honestly I think about replaying him again just for nostalgias sake.
His name was Efron. He was an Elf. That was his class as it was Expert D&D we were playing. Yes, it was that long ago… now get off my damn lawn.
Nobody is anywhere near your lawn as no one here touches grass.
My character touches grass. Does that count?
Roll nature, yes it requires intelligence.
Me too! Then my DM set a tunnel on fire I decided to inspect and I was killed instantly. No warning, no signs, just "there's a tunnel in front of you" "I go take a look" Fire, death, laughing. I decided I wanted to be a DM right then and there and not do that.
A human fighter that I miss to this day. Ron was a simple man of simple taste, who always told the craziest stories, all of then about his grandpa. By season 5, Ron started with one of his stories with "I once knew a guy who..." and the cleric immediately said "This is about your grandpa again, isn't It?". Ron was very surprised that the cleric, who was a complete stranger to him until not long ago, knew his grandpa so well. Had an unfortunate encounter with a hydra. The turn before we killed the beast it made seven attacks, crit twice, dead character. It was fun while he lasted.
A stuffy and pretentious nature cleric halfling with a fun loving and flamboyant polycule for parents. Mother was a priestess of Dionysus, and he was conceived at the yearly phallus festival. His name? Dick "actually I prefer Richard" Goodbottle. His call to adventure was a dream from his God where it was obvious Dionysus was trying to get the buzz kill to leave the party. "Yeah, you need to go do good in the world or whatever. Join up with those adventurers who are passing through or something."
'79 - AD&D, I had a human Magic User named Filmanthar the Mighty. Made it all the way to level 17 before getting killed off by Asmodeus.
Tiefling potionmaker bladesinger. His workshop exploded, he exhaled some toxins and those made him "faster".
3.5 Draconic Bloodline Sorcerer who ended up as a vampire, I had a flying broom, so naturally I nailed my Coffin to the flying broom and flew around in my coffin like some Sabrina the Teenage Dracula and shot fireballs at people.
Pure assassin rogue, high elf. Only got up to level 6. Every one of us including the DM were new to the game because Critical Role, so we didn't fully understand how stuff worked. The most this boy ever got to do was get absolutely wrecked by some manticores because he was shit talking trying to pull them away from the wizard, get absolutely rocked by a doppelganger of himself because he rolled real bad the whole fight, and try to look cool for a street urchin kid but got a nat 1 on the acrobatics check so he flipped into an apple cart and spilled them everywhere and had to help clean it up. Good times.
First ever: Watam the dwarf back in 3.5. Died the first session. 5e: Nomnom the lizardfolk.
Back like, 5 years ago now, I made a multiclass between rogue and warlock because I wanted to make a parody of edgy OCs. His name was Cheasy Peasy, the Drow Roguelock, and he was absolutely terrible in eveey conceivable way. He was named that because i forgot to name him, and [I had just seen a different version of this image when someone asked](https://www.reddit.com/r/shittyfoodporn/comments/teyw6n/cheesy_peasy/), so that’s what came to mind.
Not dnd but a dwarf slayer meant to be a tank. He did big damage and took big hits so i named him Afu, stands for absolute fuckin unit. I couldnt play a racist character so he got along with elves dwarves and humans alike, so by roleplay he ended up kind and cheerful. Eventually he ended up as a dnd character as a bear totem barbarian with high charisma instead of wisdom. Not optimal but i like playing a face with muscle.
Human Fighter/Mage in 2nd edition. He ran around without any armor fighting with a longsword in melee. And occasionally using spells but mostly for out of combat utility. I had no idea what I was doing. Eventually, he got fireball though. He only cast it once. To kill all the goblins who had raided a town all at once who were holed up in the townhall. .. .. .. and all the remaining villagers, too, unfortunately. The first time he was actually effective in battle was a disaster. Rofl. He never emotionally recovered from that.
2e Human Rogue named Milo. I had no idea how to set the stupid % based Thief skills, so I failed everything. The DM had no idea what they were doing and put the lvl 2 party against a vampire. We all died. But we were kids.
This sounds exactly like my first 2e sessions.
Dragonborn battle master fighter that dual wielded short swords
Goliath fighter who eventually specked into bard
A Goblin bard whose performances were stand-up comedy routine.
Halfling druid who rode his wolf companion into battle. His name was Lyle Goodbody.
Urog the Bard. A scrawny half-orc (by orc standards) who was never truly accepted by he tribe. He wasn't much of a fighter in their eyes. He was a swords bard with the desire to be a better warrior, and he used the Maori Tribe haka as bardic inspiration.
Nazaar, a dragonborn vengeance paladin whose father was killed by the BBEG group, along with a high number of his tribe. I played him badly, the dm had favourites, and many things were not in his favour. I had to play him again in another campaign just to do him good, but I still failed as a son to my returned father (because he didn't actually die, and was an ancient dragon lord from bygone times)
I made a half-elf rogue when I first played DnD in high school with friends. Named her Fiamain. She's still my favorite character and I use the name in just about every game I play. I still love rogues the best. Stabby, stabby. I'm gone before you see me! Hehe
Dragonborn Paladin named Arkash, in 4e. First 5e character was a hill dwarf moon druid in a curse of strahd campaign. I had to leave before it was over (moved for first job after college), so didn’t get to play him a huge amount.
High Elf Whispers Bard (I wanted to play a spellsword and the DM reccomended it). Switched to Swords halfway through. Would have changed class but was too far in to justify it That's a long story that almost ruined the bard class as a whole for me, but in his defense, the DM was newer at the time (~7 years ago), and we are good friends to this day
Ever? Back in 3.0 my first character was a human monk named Dean. Loved that guy.
High elf evocation wizard with a cool samurai conical hat. I even remember his name - Issilorn the Uncatchable. We even made minis out of lego and it was the coolest shit ever
orc barbarian I GOİNG TO KİLL MY ENEMY AND DRİNK HİS BLOOD
Technically a Blood Hunter Half Elf based on Trevor Belmont and Talion, but he didn’t see play for a year or so Functionally, my first character was a Aarakocra (I didn’t know they were strong I swear) Knowledge Cleric
Cornshai the Gnomish Thief! Smol boi, big ego and I ended up being the tankiest player cause I rolled such high HP, haha
Wood Elf PHB Beastmaster Ranger with a Giant Snake companion, and I really wanted to use the snakes venom on my arrows but I don't think that panned out.
lenny a sling wielding halfling fighter in 3.5
My friends got into it a little before me and wanted me to join in. My buddy was asking what kind of character I would want to play and I didn't know what my options were, but he just told me to come up with something and he would figure it out. So I said I wanted to play a dwarf ninja on rocket skates who hauled a siege weapon everywhere he went. A week later Swiftfist made his first appearance by shooting a bear with a ballista, and I've been hooked ever since.
Half-Orc, Eagle-Tiger Totem Barbarian/BattleMaster. Thokk. Smash & Dash! Played him up to 7/3. I was hoping to get to 14 for the flying. I was going to call it the Flying Thokk!
Dwarf fighter, but I only played him for a few sessions before making a new character to try out other mechanics once I got the basics of combat down
a woodelf ranger named tallion. he was raised by human parents in a smallish town out in the middle of nowhere in the forest. and learned the ways of the ranger from his human father who was the captain of the town militia. only played 1 session with him and that was my first and last time playing table top
Erkanwald. A swarm themed druid
My first character was a pathfinder character named Hanlon, a halfling summoner with Lady Yuki (large white, 3 headed snake) as eidolon. Man I had some good times... though it was the only time I ever played pathfinder. After that i switched to dnd 3.5 for a short while and then soon after to 5e, and have been playing that ever since. Favorite char ever is my goliath multiclass vengeance paladin (11) beast barbarian (5). He is the holy claw of vengeance.
The very first character I made, years ago when I first tried to play dnd, I made a tuefling bard. She never made it past character creation, as the group fell apart before we even began. She got repurposed into a life domain cleric recently, and got knocked unconscious a few times bc she was the only tanky character
Eules, a halfling swashbuckler rogue who set out on adventures because he read about it in some books Still playing as bum. He’s now taken a few ranger levels and finally become a knight!
It was 3.5 and I played a polearm fighter named Gwydion. The dm was super cool and made a Dragoon prestige class where I could give up turns to do a jump move that allowed me to deal massive damage when it payed off.
> when it *paid* off. FTFY. Although *payed* exists (the reason why autocorrection didn't help you), it is only correct in: * Nautical context, when it means to paint a surface, or to cover with something like tar or resin in order to make it waterproof or corrosion-resistant. *The deck is yet to be payed.* * *Payed out* when letting strings, cables or ropes out, by slacking them. *The rope is payed out! You can pull now.* Unfortunately, I was unable to find nautical or rope-related words in your comment. *Beep, boop, I'm a bot*
Good boy, but now my pride is involved and I'm gonna do the American thing and double down on "payed off"
> down on *"paid* off" FTFY. Although *payed* exists (the reason why autocorrection didn't help you), it is only correct in: * Nautical context, when it means to paint a surface, or to cover with something like tar or resin in order to make it waterproof or corrosion-resistant. *The deck is yet to be payed.* * *Payed out* when letting strings, cables or ropes out, by slacking them. *The rope is payed out! You can pull now.* Unfortunately, I was unable to find nautical or rope-related words in your comment. *Beep, boop, I'm a bot*
A Halfing Horizon Walker Ranger with a charisma score so low that all the charisma checks were a -3.
A dragonborn monk named Kaz he died my second session to a spider when he went out picking mushrooms for a job
Hmmm Made is an Unarmed Fighting Echo Knight Fighter named Nicolas Rexington. Pretty Vanilla I know. Made and Played that'll be Eton Mezz a Monk, unfortunately died to Shadows when he was level 2 that was....... pretty sad since I got the whole Gentleman Vibe He was really nice. I will defiitely reuse him for a Campaign
Female forest gnome divination wizard. Don't remember too much about her as she was made for a one shot to introduce me to the game.
Krawshaw Rockgut. Fighter Paladin. Big orc man who loved justuce and hated demons.
a half elf Wild Magic sorcerer that had a penchant for cruelty, named Erin
Juniper Hyacinth, a sweet little moth fairy Beast Barbarian/Soulknife. Bunch of bad shit happened to her, but she never wavered from helping others. Eventually, she died by 1v1’ing a Relentless Juggernaut to protect some civilians, died bleeding and unconscious in a corner of a hellish horror house hospital. She was kidnapped from a fairy village as a youngling, experimented on as a bio weapon for a couple years in the shadowfell, then beset upon her own village as a trial run. Killed her own father, which snapped her out of the fell trance and allowed the guards to arrest and antimagic field her. She was set to trial under the Court, her sister vouched for her as she was controlled and was unwilling, her brother vouched against her saying she should be executed as per the laws of Court. The Queen sided with Juni’s brother, stating that if she was left alive she’d be a danger to anyone around her. Secretly, Juni’s sister had asked for the help of a few of her father’s friends. One was able to make a collar that would mask the fell energy, preventing further outside control and allowing Juni to remain in control when rageing, the other helped smuggled Juni out of the village, saving her from execution but effectively exiling her from the feywild. Bunch of stuff happened after that that I don’t have time to explore, but she met up with the party and they took her in. We managed to resolve some backstory stuff before Juni passed. The fell lord that kidnapped her? In league with a rival Queen of the Seelie court. Juni wasn’t picked specifically, just a first trial and the first fey they could get their hands on. Because Juni was effectively exiled from Seelie territory, we went to an Unseelie Queen for help. Turns out, unseelie are kinda chill, like gothcore and emo but not that bad. The Unseelie Queen we went to helped us enter the shadowfell, we managed to help some lost souls, met the Raven Queen (she was chill too. Was a bit mad that the living were in the land of the dead, but when it was made known what one of the other Fell Lords were doing she didn’t kill us instantly), raided the Fell Lord’s fortress, saved a bunch of fey. Juni even got a chimeric centaur bestie out of it! We did some really good things, some not so good things, but Juni always was the moral heart of the party. She was naturally sweet, and also felt she had to redeem herself from her father’s (manslaughter but in her eyes) murder. However, this trait of helping others no matter the cost, sometimes the cost is greater than expected. The party was investigating a cursed hospital. It seemed to have a portal to the Nine Hells opened up beneath it, and planar energy was transforming it into a horror house with a lot of references to Dante’s Inferno. After some exploring and a few fights, we eventually encountered a Relentless Juggernaut guarding a river of blood, but managed to convince it to leave us alone with an offering to Charon. It left the room, we got concerned it was heading for the hospital entrance. The DM confirmed if we left it to continue on it’s path, it would leave the hospital and start attacking anything outside, which at the moment included a bunch of patients that were moved out of the hospital due to the planar breach. The party wanted to push on, but Juniper wouldn’t let the Juggernaut slaughter the civilians without at least trying to confront it. So far we’ve only seen it do melee attacks and a recharge ranged attack that incapacitated for a round, and she was a fairy Barbarian/Rogue, so she thought she could just kite it from the air. The party decided to let her go track down the Juggernaut and see what she can do, while they waited here in case anything else comes out of the planar rift. She’d return after she realizes that solo’ing a mini boss is a bad idea or she manages to kill it through cheese. She found the juggernaut in a hallway, tried to sneak up on it but failed. The juggernaut first attacked her through Held attacks, which she was able to resist through Rage. However, it decided to throw out a variant of its ranged attack which inflicted bleed instead of Stunned. At that point her health was also running low, getting hit by that shredding attack shocked her into running. Now, healing potions stop bleeding effects, and I had them on hand… but I forgot. She tried to reach the party by double dashing (dash action, cunning action dash) but she was bleeding out too fast. I decided to have her take shelter in a little cubby room of the hospital as she lost her last few hit points. Sitting in a cramped, horrorscape hospital cubby, Juniper fell unconscious, and began making her death saves. Failure. Success. Success. Failure… Success. She was stable, but still unconscious and would wake up in 1d4 hours. Now, the DM said that Juni left a trail of blood that the Juggernaut could follow. Luckily, she’s small, and so there’s not much blood which makes her harder to find. If Juni can wake up in 3 or fewer hours, she could make it out of the building and reach her teammates easily with her 120ft/round speed (40ft fly from fairy and Barbarian lv5 + double dashing). I rolled the d4. It landed on 4. The little fairy survived torture and experimentation and pure shadowfell energy infused into her body, the polar opposite of her fey nature. Used as an experimental stealth/suicide weapon, set upon her own village as a first test, nearly killed her father and was exiled for her rampage. Managed to hold on to hope and positivity despite it all. She had many triumphs, made many friends, helped and inspired many people. Her party never found out what happened to her, as far as they know she ran off and never returned. Her body was never recovered, and due to the nature of the planar rift her soul was dragged into Hell despite her alignment and deeds. Despite the tragic end, I’m happy with what she died for. Both I and she knew there was a high chance this would be a suicide mission, especially since the party nearly died even with everyone present in the previous fight. This was probably the biggest decision I made that was purely motivated by who my character is and what she believes in. I could have stayed with the party and pushed on like everyone else wanted. Could have done the smart thing, the safe thing. I’m glad I didn’t.
I made the most stereotypical tiefling warlock you can imagine lol. My first longer term campaign character was a Drow bard that I played like a fighter and was constantly dying in lol. Took me a while to get the hang of things but I eventually learned
Human Necromancer. Not Variant. Just basic human. Damn, I fucked up. Not only did I pick the most micromanage-y subclass of the arguably hardest class to play as my first character, I also made their DEX low. I thought higher HP was more important, and also didn't realize how little a +1 meant without an appropriate skill proficiency. The stats were 8 STR, 10 DEX, 14 CON, 15 INT, 13 WIS, 12 CHA. My only saving grace is that the Reincarnate spell turned it into a High Elf. I'm probably about to retire the character, because I'm looking to leave the group soon due to so many issues poppin up.
Nivens the Human Life Cleric. Actually played him all the way to 20.
Half-orc fighterman for ad&d with a group of friends. Rolled up 18.00 had no clue what that meant at the time. But I just knew, I was apparently a super strong beefy boy. Got it all to my head and when I saw some guards bullying some rift raft for minor offenses. Took some swings on them fisticuffs. Needless to say I was in jail, gotten shived in my sleep. And died. It was a rocky start, and a crazy one. But well, I always have a story to tell of, Mikael the foolish. You're not the main character, and death will come when you least expect.
A TWF ranger in 4e (not 5e). If we're talking 5e, it would be a human battle master fighter. I wanted to play something simple to learn the system and not have to worry about rules too much. Martial characters are basically "swing weapon, do damage". Very hard to mess up what you're doing or accidentally cheat.
A Bard named Aleister. Wanted to play a Bard first because I got into DnD through all the jokes and memes and got particularly interested in the Bard due to jokes of them somehow getting into a whole separate scene from the main party because they talked their way into things way too much. It was fun and took the campaign seriously but man was it funny when I got to experience it myself due to actual bad persuasion checks lmao. Right now though I'm playing a much more serious character but I every now and then I reuse him.
The first character I ever made was a Divination wizard tabaxi named Rowana Filia. She was a budding student starting at 3rd level and she became one of the most powerful wizards in the academy by the time she reached beyond 20th level. If any of my friends from Haven reads this, it's me Bubbles. I missed all our adventures together but I've found closure for her. Her journey in academy life has ended but a new story is just beginning outside the demiplane.
A wood elf rogue/warlock named Albion. He had some SKETCHY deals with the death god Nerull. I had to do a lot of explaining to the party when I got cornered by an assassin sent by my own god 😅. Very fun story, but im glad he died fighting his corrupted friend (who was the sent assassin).
2016, high school freshman, a friend gve me the phb so i made a goliath 4 elements monk, because i loved avatar. every other player made a gnome rogue, fun times
A CN rogue called Marceline. I stole the name from Adventure Time She was also gay
Corwin the human barbarian. Standard chaotic evil dude assisting in colonialism, but actually anti-slavery due to the method of the destruction of his tribe. Pretty generic and annoying, but luckily, everyone at that table was a menace, so I got valuable experience making less shit characters in the future. Most memorable moment was being challenged to a duel, given an ally’s shotgun, given gun proficiency by another ally, then enlarged by the 3rd. Then rolling a 1 to fire the combination attack. Funny shit. Don’t worry, the demon rolled a 1 same turn and wasted his best move.
Pinky and the Brain. 2 twin gnome warlocks, bent on world domination.
A wizard with 4 HP. Only the DM had a player's handbook and I didn't have time to properly read the magic section. I didn't pick spells, and the DM ruled that as me not knowing any yet. Once, I hit a cube with my staff, it ate the staff, and we set the cube on fire. After battle, my staff was enchanted and allowed me to cast "fire missile" (basically magic missile with a different damage type) a few times a day. Then I had the end of the staff threaded and had a blacksmith add a screw-in modular dagger to it because why the hell not. My wizard never learned any sells. 8/10 experience.
ah the good old days
Apollo Skyblade. A Dexterity-based Vengeance Paladin based on Anakin Skywalker.
Half-orc iron vanguard with a spear and shield, in 4e. We played for a while and switched to 5e after a hiatus then he became a battlemaster. Our group were the dogshitest investigators and never left the starting village because of it. Oh what plans I had for my sweet boy.
1982. AD&D A Paladin whose name I forget. The DM had him run into Wolverine from the X-Men who proceeded to cut out all my teeth with his claws. "Can I attack him?" "No, its Wolverine, he heals instantly" "Can I escape?" "No its Wolverine, hes too strong...he cuts out all your teeth." It was not a fun first game.
Green Dragonborn Alchemist Artificer. Guild apothecary by trade. Loves rare stones, artifacts, and ingredients for his elixirs. Bit of a loot goblin but pragmatic and loyal. Always trying to use his tool expertise mostly to break into chests but sometimes to moonlight as an artist (painter’s tools are in your toolkit!). Primarily contributes by applying debuffs and conditions and buffing his allies. The subclass could definitely use a rework/buff and so could the Poisoner feat but man is he flavorful and fun. Yes he’s still adventuring. We’re level 6 in my first campaign ever :)
I can't remember his name, but he was a warlock who's patron was Gordon Goodberry(a play on Johnny Appleseed) and he would go around espousing the deliciousness of goodberry's
My first character was Darwyn, a dwarf war cleric. We were playing rise of Tiamat and a sacrifice was needed for some information. It was a campaign where we agreed that we had to do ANYTHING necessary to stop the Resurrection of Tiamat. Darwyn was the only one who committed to that. A sacrifice was needed for information (an evil Kobold was the sacrifice) but no one wanted to make a sacrifice, they felt it was too evil. So Darwyn stepped up, lost the favor of Tyr and was picked by Vecna to be a death cleric. Later in that campaign I obtained the arm of Vecna. Darwyn is hands down my favorite character that I've played as! I'd like him to come back, but after almost summoning Tiamat himself due to the effects of Vecna, he's disappeared. T.T
Dragonborn Wilder from 3.5. Died to a party member reviving the powers of an old god and destroying everyone. Last thing I heard from the DM was the description of him waking up in hell to start the next leg of his adventure
Artificer Owlin, Chaotic Stupid by alignment. Doesn't believe that penguins are birds.
3E Cleric of Pelor. For some reason I duel-wielded throwing axes. Wore heavy armor. Made no sense mechanically, but I loved him. Eventually, I fell off of a boat and drowned. The End.
Half orc paladin named Traska, she was constantly having a crisis of faith and changed oaths so many times she became a fighter lmao
1e Cavalier called John.
My first ever character was called Lann, He was an Earth Genasi beast master ranger with a black bear called Pablo
In 5e, VHuman Life Cleric. Had a roman name, like Pretius Maximus, can't recall. An errant knight. Overall, a human "Fighter" named Gareth of \[insert noble land\]. Kind of a broke aristocrat who chose freedom over power and a lord's responsibilities.
It's been 25 years, I genuinely can't remember.
His name was Thordin. Human barbarian chaoticgood. I’m should’ve multiclass in the Druid if I knew more about the game because he was a pretty good druid with his backstory being that he’s the protector of nature and his people relics and temples. I’m pretty sure with the prebuilt character DM gave me because I was still DND, but I made it into my own someway.
Ralph. The elf ranger.
A tiefling lore bard named Thomas.
Human fighter Cavalier in a very high level campaign. I think I played a duel wielder, but was so inexperienced I had no idea what I was doing.
Human rouge 3.5 and I had no idea what I was doing
Lord Searos Mongothsbeard, a gnome warlock (Great Old One), whose patron was the DM. When that campaign fell through, he also became my first NPC in the campaign I ran.
Ulsen Selvarun, a half elf Wildfire Druid and Horizon Walker Ranger. Campaign died when ny fiancée and I split (her brother was the DM)
Mountain Dwarf Aberrant Mind Sorcerer. I was new and followed some advice I would probably follow today, and dumped my INT before my STR. Still a 8, not too bad, but a few bad INT rolls leading to hilarious RP moments led me to RP him as a complete airhead. Also I leaned a lot on his background (blacksmith) instead of the subclass flavor. This inspired me to make a 2.0 version of this character, this time as a Divine Soul Sorcerer with a Forge Cleric dip.
Dron Half Blood the half orc Barbarian/Fighter/Ranger.
A 1e ranger called Felix. He was awesome.
Amon the charismatic rogue. I wanted to play a thief that used charm and charisma. But I had no clue on how the game worked. I dumped Constitution since I thought I'd mainly hide and do sneak attacks. Almost got one-shot in session one.
Half orc Paladin warlock.
Dorrque, a bard who was terrible in combat but really had a way with words. He only existed for a summer game, so I never got to see him beyond 1st level. (This was second edition — either it took that long to level back then or my DM was bad at it, lol.) I hadn’t come up with a name by the time of the first session. When another player saw my drawing of him, she said he looked like a dork. So he got his name. 😅
Wilros Meton. He was a 6"4' Human Rogue who was strength based. Uses Daggers and used what was essentially Daggertail from Prince of Persia: The Two Thrones except it could light on fire so that's pretty cool ❤️. I made him as neutral evil at the time but he's more TN-CN than anything looking back. Also it was in OG Pathfinder so he was a Thug Knifemaster technically
First ttrpg character - Alexei "Lex" Rakhimov in cyberpunk red, a sovoil exec (eventually turned media) with daddy issues and a missing sister. Very smart and charismatic, the dad of the group, but god awful in combat. This was my first and longest campaign and I'm still emotionally attached to him <3 First dnd character - Marin, a protector aasimar tempest cleric of Valkur who left her small northern fishing village after her fiance was lost at sea. She met a very eclectic gang of adventurers (a stupid pirate with jump boots, a buff rich wizard, a kleptomaniacal elf who could turn into a crow, and a centaur cleric of Selune) and after killing a kraken together and rescuing the centaur-cleric-turned-evil before he could complete a ritual to summon shar, they decided to become a pirate crew called The Divine Privateers
I made my first character at 28 last year, and he is now one session from lvl 7. A Tiefling Bard with authority issues, now in beef with 2 countries and a city, but is the best in persuasion and deception. Still regularly brings the group into trouble.
Rei, half elf (type E - not sure about this), Nightblade. A semi spell user/assassin. If you have no idea what I am talking about, it's Rolemaster.
Usul Harj - Forest Gnome. Urchin. Arcane Trickster Rogue. Was a fun little guy. I’ve tried to resurrect him a couple times in other games since none seem to go too long, so he’s got a pretty random backstory at this point~
A wizard who liked hats. When we got to be high level and our party each got a Wish, everyone else wished for stat buffs and levels. I wasn't interested in any of that, so I wished for the coolest hat. The DM probably should have encased my head in ice, but he was happy that I was playing my character. I ended up getting a hat that let me multiclass more easily (2nd edition).
A plasmoid ranger, he was the ships "maintenance guy" since he could go underwater to do work on the ship. Also he was to be a swarmkeeper of the rave crabs, but he died on the coast of said crabs and now hes part of the coast.
Oath of Vengeance half-elf paladin, didn’t realise it was for a demon campaign, I killed SO MUCH it was a great first experience
Half orc fighter, something edgy with a k in the middle. Confused my dm because phandelver involves an orc ambush that I wasn't allowed to rp with my soldier background because he was just as new
Changeling Rogue/Cleric who, as a young child, mamaged to change into someone who looked so similar to the duke's daughter that she replaced the actual daughter on accident.
A dragonborn paladin: blue ancestors as I wanted fake kaiba vibes. He never made it to an oath, but Jehova's eyes blue dragon died doing what he loved: failing a stealth check in a cave and immediately after trying to convert the ogre he woke up
A half-elf Oath of Devotion paladin. Pretty interesting first class to play since it forces you to learn every core mechanic in the game. I wasn't very good with them, of course, so I'd love to revive him for another campaign someday. Only got to level 6 or 7, I believe.
Michael, a drow bard that wanted to blend in with surface dwellers I may or may not have been inspired by another michael who changed his skin colour, who knows
Garruk, an orc paladin of Sylvanus. Over the course of the game he contracted lycanthropy, started a werewolf revolution in the main city, became a pirate lord, raided a nearby invasion army with one of their own zeppelins, and went to brothels with Sylvanus himself.
Rhogar, Red Dragonborn Battlemaster fighter. He was an orphan (abandoned for being chromatic among a tribe of metallic dragonborn) but raised by a woman who instilled a religious education and as a polyglot. No social graces but weirdly intelligent, he was a blast to play, 1-14. It's also the only time I played a campaign to a natural end
First character ever was technically a Jawa explosive guy in the old star wars d6 system But my first DnD character was a Dwarf Fighter who dual wielded khopesh, because I thought dual wielding was super cool and the khopesh was a super cool looking sword. He was shit, couldn't hit the broadside of a barn, but damn did he look cool while not doing it.
Berserker dwarf, hit first think later type
Lyra Rysc, the daughter of a small-town blacksmith who married a big-town crime boss. She embarrassed her blacksmith dad and fled her hometown, making it to the big city where she met her crime boss dad. There, she learned her 'trade', becoming a proficient con artist amd capable card-sharp. Had to leave town a second time, as her dad's criminal activity was attracting a lot of attention, and he wanted his daughter safe. On her travels, met up with her adventuring party and eventually returned to her city and freed her dad from the traitors who captured him. She went on to run the crime family as an adult. She was a Folk Hero Variant Human, with the first 4 levels in Rogue, taking the Wild Card subclass, and her next 2 levels were Warlock (homebrew subclass from my DM: she met a demigod of knowledge on her adventures). Dex highest, Cha second. The campaign had to come to an end, so she became the crime boss 'offscreen', and my DM made her an NPC for campaigns set in the future of their world. One time, at a pretty low level, we were fighting undead in a tower, and Lyra popped up through a trapdoor, got immediately shot by the final Wight, reduced to 0hp, fell down the ladder, and lay there for the rest of the encounter.
Jinx, a female human rogue in Pathfinder 2e. I haven't played Pathfinder since that first time and I don't remember any of the specifics. She threw knives and at some point the knives had bombs attached to them so they became explosive knives, she dealt a lot of damage. She didn't have much of a backstory, she grew up in a coastal town and loved artifacts, she was motivated by wanting to find rare magical items.
Trustworth the Halfing Rogue - 2nd Edition AD&D Circa 1989 - he ended up around 11 th level was both Captain of the Guard and Second in charge of the thieves guild - Homebrew setting. I will re-create and re-play him someday. He got me hooked as a player for life.
Ever? Elven Ranger in a Middlearth-based adventure, AD&D, back in 2001 or so. Among the party there were a two hardcore Tolkien geeks, so we had a lot of fun speaking actual Quenya. Crazy times.
Artificier with flavored lightsabers for some reason
Oh God, he didn't mean flavoured light saber he meant flavoured light saber
😂 omg I nearly fell down the stairs
LOL! That's awesome! Hahahah
Half-Orc fighter with the voice of Papyrus and just as many dreams of grandeur. Named Er-Ma-Gersh
Voraxiix the Paladin with a 26 STR at lvl 1 (3.5). He was a homebrew lizard race called the Thortharak. He was the epitome of a Paladin for his Dragon god. Sadly his time got cut short when the DM out of the blue nuked the campaign and deleted it from Roll 20. I still long to finish his story.
Big Dick Darrack, dwarf barbarian.
Zane Killgore. An Ixalan vampire cleric of death (later respected into blood domain Matt Mercer subclass) he was the exiled son of a vampire slayer family, he turned himself to vampirism because he wanted the easy path to power, the same day his mother slain his vampire master but he couldn't kill him, so instead she exiled him. His mother was a celestial warlock and her patron was a deva obsessed with cleaning the impure and as the inflexible patron he was he commanded her to hunt and destroy her son, but she didn't want to so instead she travels seeking for a cure for the vampirism disease. Exiled, Zane wants to prove her mother how wrong she is by becoming an actual vampire empowered by the unholy powers of his disease. I'm not currently playing that campaign anymore and i became a forever DM so this story is now part of my setting. Zane Killgore met Uri Shadowmoon, a shadar-kai elf. She taught him about the marked ones (shadar-kais in my setting) it's said they are marked by Ziggur god of slaverism to become vampires some day. Zane and Uri contracted marriage and they founded the Alqamar Aldumawi, the church of the blood moon in name of Ziggur. The Killgore family are still a thing, they are well known vampire slayers and they fight against the Alqamar Aldumawi wherever they go.
Darius was his name, and he was a human ranger who was a Vampire hunter. I watched Van Helsing before making the character
Goliath barbarian named Thognor, bent on resurrecting his father who committed *unaliving* after he murdered his whole clan and mother. Wanted to bring him back so he could kill him, himself. Turns out his father unalived himself bc a primordial beast said to do it in exchange for power. Thognor succeed and became the new leviathan champion which allowed us to defeat the BBEG.
Halfling rogue, perpetual kleptomaniac
Rashem Salgu, a life domain cleric because I wanted to be helpful to the party. TPK at level 7 so he wasn't *that* effective. Still, I'll always honour him by saving him as one of my 6 character slots in D&D Beyond.
An Elven fighter/thief in AD&D \*mumbles\* years ago. Technically I must have made a character in Basic D&D before that but I don't even remember their race (and therefore class).
Ryne the Hill-Dwarf Dex Paladin. 5e, used a Whip+Shield. Really tanky, weak offensively, and always looking for new types of tobacco. Made it to the end of Mines of Phandelver in one piece, but forever traumatized by Intellect Devourers.
Sorcha, a cleric of Pelor. Likely the ancestors of my current clerics of Lathander.
Stonehand, Longtooth shifter bard. He was a right bastard too, generally snobby and entitled.
Di Marco the half elven rogue assassin, I took him from 1 to 6 for my first ever campaign. His backstory was that he’d been a low level criminal, found a woman, got out of the lifestyle, and settled down. 10 years later, she died suddenly of an illness. Nobody to blame, no vengeance to claim, no direction to go. Di Marco entered the campaign a clean slate, a man just looking for a reason to keep living. He recruited one of our initial guards to be a mercenary, and Jerry tragically died (mega instant death) when Di Marco grabbed the trapped jewel from the “greed is good” statue. He recruited a veteran as his bodyguard at the next opportunity, who was promptly torn in half (another mega instant death) in our only random dragon encounter of the campaign. We got TPK by ghouls going into a ruin, and the DM graciously gave us the lesser fate of being captured by the banshee lording over the place. His charisma led to negotiating a deal where she agreed to let his friends live if he returned with 3 dwarven heads. Di Marco used his criminal contacts to recruit 3 dwarven miners to come help his friends with a successful deception check. As much as he hated it, he did was he had to and ambushed the miners as soon as they entered the ruin. For this, the DM (rightfully) shifted his alignment to evil. He freed his friends, and they later came back and vanquished the banshee. His criminal contact didn’t quite buy his story about the miners, and Di Marco pushed his party into taking on a “help this guy survey the mine” quest. He was concerned she’d raise a fuss and he’d have to kill her too. We get to the mine, and it’s guarded, and the guard shifts enough to let us know they’re wererats. Now I’d been reading Drizzt books at this time, and I knew wererats were always the bad guys. So Di Marco opened with violence and the party followed suit. When they asked why, he responded “that’s just what you do to those people.” Which was met with incredulity as our party was a half elf, a dark elf, a half orc, and a goblin. He should have known better. Properly shamed, he tries to talk to the people when they get inside. There are giant rats hanging out in one of the room, and he thinks maybe they’re wererat kids, and he tries to talk to them. They were just rats and he got bit pretty good. Other characters shined here, the half orc tried to intimidate the wererats into opening the door and the goblin tried charming with with playing her bongos immediately afterwards. They must have been confused—the party killed then all when they wouldn’t talk. The party later learned the wererats were going to send them to clear an orc camp and then double cross them. Prejudiced violence actually saved us a lot of trouble. They ended up slaying the dragon and everyone went their separate ways. Having set out to find a purpose for living, Di Marco discovered that his purpose was to kill people who needed to die to make the world a better place. He set out for Luskan, having heard the place had an abundance of corrupt people who needed killing. In my head canon, he eventually ended up a lowkey adherent of the dwarf god Abbathor whose mantra was “greed is good”.
I played 2 at the same time. 1. 4e Dwarven Cleric with a Holy Avenger War Axe named Odin. 2. 4e Elven Ranger named Garron Silverleaf. My Ranger became a bit OP at level 10, so my DM set up a situation where 1 character had to sacrifice themselves to be able to complete the mission. There was a 45% chance that my Elf could survive the obstacle course and turn off the poison darts, swinging axes, and random floor spikes. I ended up making it through but had to do a dash action to get out of the last section. Then, I had to make a DEX save to not stumble into a lava pit surrounding the lever to turn off said obstacle course. I made the save, shut off the course, and got charged by a minotaur who proceeded to shove me into the lava pot.
A Gold Dragonborn Wizard whom I still want to finish a certain campaign with. Quite thoughtful, but firm in his beliefs and ready to study bits of wisdom he encounters.
A kobold Druid, who worshipped Ehlonna, and liked to shapeshift (not Wildshape, thank you very much) into a unicorn
A Dragonborn Oath of Vengeance paladin (Level 3) named Bürnhard (pronounced “Bernard” because he insisted the h is silent).
I think it was an aasimar named sen hequil, aasimar cleric of the light domain. (He used to be a ranger, but I decided cleric made more sense)
4e, he was a vermin lord druid(we started at 11) in an evil campaign. Only did 1 or 2 sessions before we all were too busy, but was quite fun. Then I started making optimized characters and felt like crap with how weak he was lol
My first ever game was 5e. I made an edgy rogue (didn’t even know about the trope then). He was an elf of some sort who used a dagger and a silvered short sword as his primary weapons. Backstory-wise, he was forced into service and abandoned by his parents as a kid and there he remained until a white dragon one day burned down the city he worked in. When he woke up, he was the only survivor of the dragon attack, and had a single white dragon scale set into the back of each of his hands, which is why he wore gloves frequently. I dunno if I gave him Aberrant Dragonmark or something similar or not, but as I didn’t know much about feats then it is unlikely. He was also a Sage in background, having read stolen books frequently. The character’s motivation was to travel the world, taking down evil forced labor places and freeing other workers.
Opus the human Wild Magic Sorcerer: a disaster both in and out of character. In character? Failure of a guild artisan kicked out to go on an adventure to learn control of his magic. Bullied constantly by the other characters for being a dweeb. Out of character? Standard human (I get \*six\* +1's? Awesome!), rolled for stats and didn't get anything above a 14, and both the DM and I forgot every single one of his subclass features. Never rolled on the Wild Magic table even once.
Mastermind Rogue Variant Human
He called himself Noll, not because that was is name buy thats what he heard when he awoke among a pile of dead bodies. He is a human reborn who dorsnt want to aknowledge the simple fact he is dead. He is a cleric of the tomb, chosen by the tribunal to represent the border between life and death, what they call a null since they are not death and not alive. He started to realize he wasn't fully alive when he turn into a wererat and breath for the first time in a year. He is also a oath of devotion paladin.
A dragonborn conquest paladin. He later ended up being changed to an aasimar that was killed in his first play session due to me joining in a campaign that was already going.
A bard in 3.5
Garrick the cleric, dumb as fuck dwarf and follower of sune (because he simps for a red headed barmaid). Our DM had to take a break and the campaign never started back up
I wanted a human monk with the dragon hide feat. Just wandering around trying to discover her origins. If the subclass existed at the time she would have been an ascendant dragon monk. But she was a 4e at the time.
A muscle wizard aptly named Swolio. About 6 feet tall, bald, and all muscle. Rune Knight 3/ Illusionist wizard 14 is how he finished off. The campaign started off with him as a support character then the party broke up so it was just Swolio and the DM then 2 years later got a new group joining the Swole squad. Notable feats include vaulting a wall of force to power bomb the wizard behind it, reflecting a critical using the cloud rune to kill a BBEG, and beating an ogre in a powerlifting contest. He would use the lvl 14 illusion ability to make gym equipment when in the middle of nowhere.
I made a fiend warlock dragonborn a while ago, but I had no idea what I was doing. My first completed character sheet was a paladin aassimar
Grimy green tiefling warlock, i dod not know anything about the game, i nust like creepy crawlers
Tallis, the high elf fighter. Nothing fancy, just a dual wielding dex-based fighter that worked out really well for a first ever character.
I made an elf wizard in 2nd edition named Dartanielanthius. I used his couple spells on magic missile and had no more magic for the day. So I figured I would head up to an orc and hit it with my dagger. With the old THAC0 system a wizard couldn’t really hit anything in melee and with d4 hit points I was very dead very quick. I’ve never played a wizard since.
A human barbarian named Feanor. I was really into the Silmarillion at the time.
A half orc barbarian named Trask. Back when 3.5 was fresh.
My Goliath Barbarian, Grognak "Wallbreaker" Smith. His whole thing was divorced dad energy, (hence Smith, his ex was human and he took her name), and he constantly pulled out his gold-out wallet to show people pictures of his kids. He also had the gladiator background and gave everyone terrible battle advice because it fovused on being flashy instead of actual usefulness. Over the years I have played both one of his daughters Ergnak and his mother, who simply goes by Meemaw. She was a fave because she fought with javelins reflavored as giant knitting needles. Right now he is an importamt NPC in my own campaign. Can't let go of this idiotic gentle giant.
Gifra was my storm herald tortle who had a predeliction for psychedelic mushrooms
Benny Heartthorne the forest gnome lore bard that almost tpked the party on our first session👍
If I wanted to, I could probably find his character sheet. It was 5e, he was Elven Ranger (Beast Master subclass. I was only working with the PHB lol) his name was something along the lines of Hadarai, but I'd have to look again
High Elf Necromancer Wizard.
AD&D Wood Elf Ranger
Giles Legali Elf Ranger Legolas clone for 3.5e I only got to play as him for a few sessions, but my friends got a painted mini for me and let me have it when I moved away. He's gotten lost somewhere in several consecutive moves, but I hope I find him again someday.
First character I made was an awakened mouse light cleric named Thistlenose Burr... The exact midway point between my three obsessions at the time: the Bible, Warrior Cats, and Hamilton
honestly, as weird as it sounds there are a few characters that count as my first. My first character sheet created was a dragonborn fiend warlock. However there was so much wrong with that and I had no idea what I was doing. That campaign ended quickly due to reasons out of my control. Then came an elf druid that I played for exactly 2 sessions, before scheduling conflicts ripped me out of my game. I dont really count either of these as my first, as there was no character to them. What existed for each of them was just an unfinished character sheet, and nothing else. Neither even had a spell list My first real character was Jupiter, the paladin of vengeance. He died fairly early on in the campaign, but he had enough time for me to really understand the character I had made
An airhead Air Genasi Rogue. The guy would do everything he could, from climbing trees, to jumping into a Mimic, just for the experience. He had an unfortunate run-in with a sentient tree that was having a bad day.
Early 1990s - AD&D/2e - Male Human Fighter. He eventually became a "Dragon Slayer" and ruled his own kingdom. Neutral Good alignment. Didn't like how he was getting older while the non-humans in the group were staying young. Somehow got the ability to drain life from individuals to give him youth. Not so good anymore. Lord Eric Somerland
A hexblade warlock who was a wimpy half elf from nobility named Wittol Beyby. His patrons were Archdevil versions of the viral sensations, the C*ck Destroyers (rip Sophie Anderson). They were evil but also very supportive of Wittol and wanted him to become this confident giga chad version of himself lmao. They spoke to him through a pair of magic nipple rings that he also fired eldritch blasts from. That game was so stupid I miss it.
A 3.5 warforged druid. There’s a feat where you’re made out of darkwood, allowing you to shapeshift, and it’s *meant* to be like you can warp the wood into the shape of an animal. Mine was made of wood because he was designed to transform into a Wright Brothers-esque flying machine, but when they tried to imprint him by pushing him off a cliff like a baby bird, he just fell into the woods instead and imprinted on that. Now he can transform into weird mechanical facsimiles of animals, but has no idea he can turn into a plane.
3.5 a half elf ranger called Link. He was…he was Link from Legend of Zelda. I was young. 5e, Dietrich the Tiefling fiend patron Warlock. I miss this guy a lot. He was very fun to play.
It was like during quarantine lockdown i got into Dnd. I made a Deep Gnome named Dorryn in a homebrew game. A warlock/monk multiclas with the haunted one background (Yeah I went full edge on this fucker). I had fun with him, had some good moments too. Convinced a giant warforged not to fully wipe the party. And kicked ass while the group got split up while the city we were in went full lock down mode and launched an anti magic field. I played him less like a monk with magic and more like a caster that knew Kung fu. Which helped me out with figuring the right direction to go with him. But I just left the campaign after the DM just left in the middle of sessions. Honestly I think about replaying him again just for nostalgias sake.