Tell me about your first character Veeky Forums

Tell me about your first character Veeky Forums
The first one you ever played. come on now. Don't be embarassed.

Mine was a Druid, because at the time I was reading LotR and at the same time had seen the trailer for Fellowship in highschool, and thought elves were sweet, so I tried to blend some characteristics between Aragorn (my favorite character from the books) and Legolas (who was also badass).

I distinctly remember asking my DM (best friend) for a flaming green sword. But he said that would be too OP, and you can barely read it but my main/first weapon is a Scimitar of Colors.

Do you still have your sheet? if not tell us about him/her/it.

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For me it was Thongar the Barbarian, a fairly typical all-brawn, no-brains barb. I enjoyed him immensely,but looking back, I owe a lot to my DM for allowing me off the bat to have a combat-capable goat companion (even if he was a bit shit).

The character sheet is long lost to the ages, but attached is the incredibly immature 'backstory' for any fellow fa/tg/uys bored enough to read shitposts like these at like four in the morning or whatever time of night it is in your basements across the world.

My first is still around but the sheet itself is at a friend's place.
The system was either a super-crude homebrew or possibly what someone could remember from some older brother's manuals, the sheets were just blank paper that we scribbled on as we went along.
All of us had crappy drawings of our characters on the back.
My guy was an elf with a bow, a sword and a green cloak.
He was named Aragorn.

Many laughs were had then and since at our youthful capers.

My first character was Sunshine, the half- orc cleric of evil death. He looted dungeon doors right off the hinges. Was cursed with pink hair. Drank some green, bubbling liquid that gave him crazy hallucinations.

Eventually, we were fighting a blue dragon at the end of our dungeon. Sunshine used a stone door as a weapon and started smacking the dragon around, until the wizard used force cafe. It trapped Sunshine and the dragon together. Next round the wizard, the rogue, and the sorcerer cast three fireballs into the force cage.

And so ended the life of Sunshine.

3e Half Elf Fighter. I wasn't too bright and unsure of how to proceed but I made him dual wield and when he got his first ASI I put it into Int to boost his skill points. Game fell apart shortly after that.

BloodMage that got turned into a GreatDane due to fcking up spells. It's hillarious.

>get caught in trap right before an arcane explosion.
>chews own leg off to escape

A cat witch from some small town in the jungle. She heard stories about the kingdoms in the north. Curiosity got her and she started her Odyssee.

I mainly gave her control magic and alchemy skills, for fights she would relay on conjured claws. A surprisingly fun and well balanced first character.

I was given an elf assassin for a game I was roped into during a lan I was at in my friend's house after the power went out. Suffice it to say I was hooked despite not being interested at all at first. One of the most memorable things I did was while sneaking a boat full of the other party members into assassin's cove (not the name the dm used but that was pretty much where we were going) my keen elven eyes spotted a guard boat and in my infinite wisdom I grabbed the first thing I saw (a grappling hook) and chucked it into the water and bluffed my way out of a bad situation by saying that I was fishing for leviathans.

>be me
>friends from a different high school invite me to come play D&D (3.5, I think. That or PF)
>two DMs, both of whom are also players
>one of whom is a total sperg with anger issues
>Show up, get handed my character sheet, stats already put in.
>"Okay user, you're playing a halfling rogue. And your name is Fagballs Gobblecock".
>Tell them I don't like anything about that
>They tell me I can change my name to "Condom Seepage" if I feel like, but that's it.
>15 yo me is a fag and a pussy, and I don't want sperg GM to kick me out of the game
>Bite the bullet and play
>Totally useless because game is houseruled to shit, do the least damage and have the lowest modifiers in the party
>Sperg GM is playing a monk and is intentionally changing rules to make himself the strongest character in the game

Didn't play again until college.

Bagfist McPiperton. A flaming red haired, just barely taller than a dwarf, human bard. He played bag pipes, if you didn't get that part. He was pretty fun I guess, characterization wise pretty flat though, his character was basically in his name. He was scrappy and played bagpipes. Anyway then I got bored of being a bard and tried to take that 3.5e prestige class that basically makes your bard a sorcerer.

I came into the hobby playing too much vidya. Tried to min-max a Rogue/Battle Master and failed spectacularly. It wasn't really a character, just a concept. Had absolutely no fun at all. Then I quit Adventurer's League, got my own group of friends, started a rotational DM game, and basically started on of those glorious D&D groups you never hear about because they don't generate any That Guy stories.

Stealth shonen protagonist

His greatest power was never giving up

He died in vain in the chamber right before the BBEG

Atticus, the goody-two-shoes lawful stupid paladin. I abandoned him quickly.

A Human Duskblade from 3.5, with DM approval to pick up Light Cure Wounds to try and play a "pure" Red Mage from Final Fantasy, as that was my only knowledge about RPGs at the time.

The game only lasted about 3 sessions, mainly because the other two players dropped. Though, I think that also had to deal with the settings the DM was trying to run (we stumbled across basically pure liquid magic, tried to make money off it, got killed over it, but because we drank the pure magic liquid we turned into ghosts/spirits and were trying to stop other ghosts from corrupting the pool).

Ugh...
Katana-wielding weeaboo elf mage.

Half elven sorcerer, DND 3.0

Took me an hour to decide on grease, magic missile, and shield. In my first session, discovered the crit-based fighter could one hit kill trolls if given a 12+ on a d20. Immediatley was introduced to level disparity and unbalanced parties.

John "Mofukka" Shovel, a black hard ass Detroit detective who was undercover during a homebrew heist game. The GM did the stats for us and I had 90 in throwing spear.

My first character was a scythe-wielding drow rogue/fighter. He was a dick. But he rescued a whole cadre of little girls. It was... kind of creepy. Like dropping fucking darkness on people and then sneak attacking them because my DM didn't know how to read the darkness rules and thought that my darkvision let me see in it. But the campaign ended with my character's brother fireballing the party to death.

>When you accidentally a sentence.

>age 14
>recently read The Hobbit
>see guys on a forum I frequent playing 3.5 over PbP
>decided to play
>make a cute little hobbit thief boy
>pretty bland and boring, but not as bad as the Chaotic Stupid rogue or wizard who were always causing party strife
>don't really know how being a boy works
>someone brings up invisibility
>tell them I could just piss on them and track them by the dripping because lel I can aim my piss stream now
>forum dies shortly thereafter because lel nobody uses it anymore

That's goddamn hilarious. Props to the gm for making racism amusing.

For me it was sophomore year in high school. Right near the start, and I was going through my "humans are the most boring" phase. I was also just leaning a little bit of anime and was a WOW player, so scythe wielding elf warrior it was! I don't think I made his skin blue, but I named him something like Vesuvius. I had just learned about oots as well, but wanted to be more "creative".
He actually got eaten by a Hydra session 2, the first session with one of the guys who would be a regular and one girl we kicked out later and replaced with a much better girl. He got revived with a hand wave. Good times. I still remember that session fondly, well above a lot of the subsequent ones.

That lasted about 4 sessions, then I got bored and rolled his brother, the wizard Valerian (probably. The sheets are long gone).

Then I found out magic in 3.5 is rather complex, got bored, and rolled his brother the dusk blade. Varus or something. I was very creative when I was an even less well read 15 year old.

PIC related in a tertiary way. We were about that mature, didn't know it, and didn't care.

Oh yeah also I ended up multiclassing into Wizard because I saw someone talking about Arcane Trickster and thought it sounded neat. I had 11 Int and 13 Charisma and nobody told me I'd be better off doing Sorcerer instead.

Ce'Rule the Runepriest from 4e
Whose highest moment is coining the phrase "roll to get faded" nat 20 of course. engage in drunken antics that cause the group to boot me from discussing plans with some npc that existed before I started playing.

Made a number of troubles for everyone. DM is dying laughing. Some dude slipped in a frozen pool of piss. All was well.

My first character I ever made was a Wizard, but I'm not counting that because the game lasted like 15 minutes until the DM got sick of my newbie shit and kicked me out.

My second character was a half-elf rogue with a pet wolf in 4th edition. That game didn't last that long either, but at least it didn't end in the first session. I had fun with that character.

Best memory I have is when I tried to climb a tower to avoid an encounter at the entrance by jumping off a griffin and failing mkserably. Didn't break my legs on landing though and the guards were pretty surprised. Sneak Attack has never been less subtle.

I lump all 3 together because I would keep switching between them on a whim, session to session. To me,. They're pretty much faces of the same character

I'm surprised

your story sounds like it would scar someone from role playing for the rest of their life.

An even edgier than the normal amount shadowrun character. He was awful to play because he was a complete killjoy and the GM for that campaign was the most prone to railroading I've ever played under. August Wilk now rests in a million pieces after blowing himself up in a completely unnecessary sacrifice to "save" the other PCs

For the sake of clarity, I decided the best thing to do was kill him off and get someone new and not a complete asshole. Turns out I just ended up leaving that group. Switched over to D&D for a while.

I played a dickass 3.PF rogue that took an extra share of loot before the party could see it.

I regret being That Guy so early on, so when I revived that character for a 5e game last year I instead play him as a silver-tongued party face.

The first time I played was after DMing for years. I was a spoiled and Pampered master specialist transmutationist stuck in a magical desertered island. Shit was cash.

I just figured it was because I was playing with shitty people. I knew if I found a group more interested in following the rules and not bullying me then I'd probably have fun.

My first character was a human truenamer Buff specialist who branched out into crowd control.
He was the second son of a northern barbarian king and his second wife, a princess from a desert tribe his !viking clan traded with. He didn't have the strength of arms his tribe valued but he did have cunning and charisma.

He heard of a master of an exotic art that required study and thinking and he traveled to the man's tower to become his apprentice. My character couldn't read at that point, so his master didn't take him seriously...Until my character taught himself to read between doing his master's chores.
His master was a collector of succubus truenames, and used them quite frequently for his own gratification.
My character tried to do so once as well in his early teens. He had only enough power to keep her from killing him, not enough to control what she did to him, and the experience left him feeling to violated to make any attempts at sex again.

This was just as well because his master's flagrant use of succubus truenames incurred the wrath of Malcanthet, the Demon Queen of Succubi. My character managed to hide himself while she tortured the master to death, and escape from the wreckage that was his master's tower after Malcanthet was done with it.

So he left to seek his fortune and hide his true identity till he had acquired more power, for his connection to his master made Malcanthet his nemesis. He gave Nemo as his name, and tried his best to conceal exactly what his art was, however, his companions would later take to calling him "Truespeaker."

Thats where the backstory ended and the campaign began. I gave the DM a lot to work with, and he made heavy use of it toward the end of the campaign.

>force cafe

My first. GM was lax on alignment restrictions since I was new.

Autism-chan, the elf street samuai in our Shadowrun group. She was actually a murderhobo, her backstory involved her being taken in by a cult that some rigger used as a shadowrunner farm for crazy murderhobos and she was pretty much assigned to go do her own thing while the rigger used her to gather info with the cybereyes/cyberears/commlink implant.

The group was already together when I joined and they basically just ended up finding her when shit went down during what was supposed to be off-time for the group. The group would just end up meeting at someone's apartment after a run and leaving her at their house since she's low-maintenance and they feel bad for just dropping her off behind a gas station or something.

The autism-chan nickname comes from the fact that she had .5 essence for most of the campaign, 1 at the beginning of it. She barely talked, her arms, legs, eyes, and ears were all cyberware, she had wired reflexes, an internal air tank, a commlink in her head, and probably something else I don't remember. Socially and physically it was like dealing with that one female terminator. She seemed pretty innocent except for the few times she actually had to kill someone, or thought she had to. Or that one Italian couple that we accidentally murdered in their car. They were assholes, though.

All blades skill, basic pistol skills, decent sneaking and enough stat boosted cyberwear and sensory upgrades to kill pretty much anything anywhere. I didn't figure much into min-maxing but still had around 14 gymnastics at one point.

So yeah, that's my harlequin/terminator/austism-chan first character.

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goblin rogue who went around crusading with his goblin pals eating children and looting villages. Got a cursed knife that anyone who looked into a wound it created was blinded/driven insane.

Good times.

Don't have the sheet flying around, but my first char was a simple human fighter.

He grew up in an orphanage after being left on its doorstep as an infant. He was bullied until he became Veeky Forums and started fighting back. After that he was kinda respected but ostracised for being violent. He joined the local merc army as soon as they sent a recruiter to the orphanage. That's where the story kicked off.

He was kinda reserved towards other people and made short of gis injuries because of his experiences as a child, but slowly his group grew on him. He died while defending a castle, because some elven fucker stabbed him in the knee with a bone dagger and he didn't really care until it was too late.

I don't have that sheet, as far as I'm aware, but I remember the toon.

My DM (first or second time he was DMing) talked me into building a Fighter, because the party didn't have one. Somehow I ended up with reasonably high dex and cha, so after watching the spellcasters doing all the damage I took a prestige class as a Duelist and started picking fights on-on-one.

Somehow I tamed a dire wolf and used it as a mount, and since neither I nor my DM knew better I spent a significant period of time using my quick draw feat to steal everyone's weapons and pick their pockets.

The character later appeared in another friend's campaign, after apparently gaining a divine spark and joining his pantheon.