What's the manliest character you've ever played?

1/8 of a giant, blend of a viking and a witcher, trained since a very young age to be nothing but a wandering slayer of beasts. now infuriated with the death of his loyal pack-goat so is he seeking revenge and justice.

Depends on what you consider manly.

>LotRO Campaign
Haradrim warrior, raised since he could walk to be a cavalryman that would ride at the feet of the mumakil, exiled when he punched one of his tribe's elders after a Variag came along and tried to get them to join the Shadow, all because he didn't want to become a slave. Travels the world, but doesn't fit in because war is all he knows. He tries to stop being so violent, but finds it impossible.

>Medieval campaign
Human nobleman, his family fell on hard times when the kingdom they served fell to the undead. He brought them back to riches by buying a ship and becoming a smuggler and whaler, and now owns several ships and has a place on the church's council in another kingdom. Notorious womaniser and alcoholic.

I played a pokemon tabletop adventures Ace Trainer named Dave. He would become impatient during pokemon battles and just wade into the fight to punch everything. Was a bit of a bully, mostly because waiting for everyone to make a long, complex plan sucked, which would lead to a few bad decisions. And some felonies. And some accidental murders. And an 800 year long feud with his neighbor Timmy. And a literal candy addiction.
Dave was made primarily to serve as a party tank, and had two rules to live by:
Nobody dies before Dave.
Dave gives no Fucks.
He wanted to do good, even if he wasn't the best at it. In the end, he helped overthrow a sinister cabal ruling a city to install democracy, which he and the party was Pretty Sure a good idea. Importantly, Rule 1 never got broken, partly because he became just so hard to kill. In the end, Face was content he did the right thing, even if doubt crept in every once in a while.

John wick 2's plot.

A druid known only as the King of Nature.

He dispensed wisdom and knowledge to young initiates, and was always accompanied by a gnome sidekick.

A proper man with a proper beard not giving too much a damn about traditional adventuring,and more of a socialiser than a fighter.

During my first time roleplaying, we were a group of 5 or so, not including the DM. I made a fighter who was human and chaotic neutral, though I played him more chaotic evil. He conquered a micro-nation, helped castrate a minotaur, and helped clear out an entire monastery with his bare hands just because he was pissed that the journey was all for naught.

Dwarf Barbarian who solved most of his problems with power attacks and alcohol. One of the party members got stuck with a cursed item, so he got him blind drunk and pushed him into a dark alley.

Standard 3pf human fighter in full plate with a large greatsword (literally a greatsword meant for a Large-sized person. Yes I know now that's not how the rules are supposed to work but my DM didn't know it at the time so it flew).
Specialized in bull rush maneuvers and hitting things with his sword.
I named him The Dorner.

Did he ever get cornered?

Ur mum

A Minotaur-like hyena.

...

A woman funnily enough.

>for reasons too lengthy to get into evil party is being chased out of city by what we think is a pissed off white dragon

>three of us packed onto paladins flying mount, weighing it down

>swerving in and out of the city alleyways, dragon hot on our ass

>volunteer to buy us time, jump off before anyone can interject

>horse takes off around a corner, I run in another direction

>dragon decides to chase me since he doesn't have a chance of catching up to the horse now

>I do my best to get people outside so I can lose myself in the crown, blowing on a horn and shouting the campaigns equivalent to FEAR FIRE FOES

>would have worked but my dumb ass decided to pull up the hood of my invisibility cloak for good measure

>dragon can see invisible, I stick out badly

>flies by and grabs me, flies me over the great river

>can't really do much, I'm restrained

>manage to disarm it because I'm a battlemaster get in 5 attacks and a reaction attack as I'm falling

>do decent damage, fall 60ft into river, while traveling forward really fucking fast, skipping across the water surface before ultimately sinking whilst stunned

>dragon ices over a large portion of the water with its breath weapon for good measure, then flies off

>just barely make it out before drowning, practically drag myself through the water on to a floating island of floatsam

>roll over and go to sleep

I managed to get a hour of sleep in, went through a whole bunch of shit after that before managing to reconnect with the party, managed to make it level nine after reaching camp.

French-Arab paladin who wasn't afraid to stand against anything that threatened the party or people. This includes a cambrion that a local town was worshipping (cost him an eye) and a dragon turtle on a ship (survived the breath weapon head on at level 6). Shame that game had to end

Pretty cool story

A seven-foot-tall, overmuscled female barbarian who's always itching for a fight and really hates it that the party is dragging along two kobold kids.

Even got bitchslapped by a god because I wouldn't show penitence for doing some hunting on apparently sacred ground, even though I'm not familiar with any pantheons (ancestor worship all the way)

This is my first ever time I'm not trying to be the party straight man and it's really fun actually

Tytoris, the Barbarian/Fighter Goliath in a D&D 3.5 E6 campaign who was doing around 80 damage per turn by the end with a Minotaur hammer.

Killed a T-Rex in one round of combat after he'd swallowed me whole.

>husband
>not widower
What's wrong with you?

>tfw the knights and the vikings were the same guys
>tfw most knights from the Crusader era actually used two handed axes in combat
>tfw you're a butthurt skinny faggot who needs to project the ideal version of himself onto everyone else's fantasy.

Seriously? It's like you don't even zweihander.

EL CHAMPION, a gestalted monk(refluffed as a luchador)/summoner whose eidolon was a flaming metal dragon.

He spread word of Justice, Honor, And sweet ass masks all over the world just by publicly suplexing the FUCK out of every evil he came across while his Eidolon acted as hype man and referee.

This mother fucker spread JUSTICE so hard he forever changed the goblins of the setting into paragons of goodness and lucha with just one inspiring speech given while beating the ass of their dark god.

He eventually seduced and married the goddess of law and beauty (by flexing non-stop for a week straight), and now acts as her equal with the domains of Flexing, Law, Good and Inspiration.

>Zweihander
>Crusader

Nigga what. That's a happen of Renaissance soldiers of fortune.

>Happen

I have no idea how weapon turned into that in my head.

Anyway, have my manliest character, Praza. All evil games are good fun.

Basically Jonathan Joestar as a druid.

I would like to hear more about this fellow.

Well, if you insist.

Praza the Maneater, with a lot of other titles I know longer remember, started life as a BBEG for a game I was DMing. He was originally called Kreesh the Flesheater, and led a barbarian horde down from the mountains to generally make a mess of things. That campaign never finished though, and my other group was gonna do an all evil campaign. I got two deliveries in the art thread, so I convinced my DM to bump it to a higher level so I could play the same basic character again. Praza was a ten foot tall barbarian from the blasted heaths and wind scarred mountains of the North. He didn't believe in currency, consent, or the rule of law. His people worshiped a demonic pantheon and consumed the flesh of their enemies to gain their strength and because their was nothing else to eat. He left his home to gain enough clout to rally his people for war and because it fucking sucked. He met up with the party while they were all attempting to rob/burn down/kidnap a bunch of nobles at a fantasy cocktail party.

That evil campaign then went on to become the most graphic over the top mess you have ever seen. It was a cross between Metalocalypse, a Serbian Film, and O Brother Where Art Thou. My party members included a pedophilic faux-catholic blackguard, Dr. Frankenstein on meth, and basically just Mola Ram from Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. Things just got totally off the rails and we ended up sacking an entire fantasy nation and turning a good portion of it into Hell on Earth. My character ate an entire carriage full of noble children. Not-Mola Ram turned into a Balor and raped an angel. We led an army of barbarians, demons, and zombies to siege a church and the Blackguard died after being crushed by a dying gold dragon. We ended up becoming the new pantheon of evil deities.

I was gonna say that my manliest character was the gentle and calm knight I had. He was always cheerful and optimistic. More importantly, he always stood by his values, his friends, and his family. He served as a role model and delicate guide for an amnesiac woman that had no place in the world who later became his wife after he encouraged her to find her own path and be her own person.

He was a good, chivalrous gentleman that tried to spare his enemies when he could, even though he found enjoyment in the adrenaline of battle.

Edgy. I like it.

It was edgy beyond words, but sometimes I feel like you need a little edge in your life so long as you know not to take it seriously.

Played an elf once in 13th Age whose One Unique Thing was "Manliest elf".

Still didn't have a beard, but managed sideburns and some chest hair.

I've never really thought of someone like that to be the epitome of masculinity.

And just because someone is a giant muscled dude with an axe doesn't mean he isn't nice and/or intelligent. He might be a bit more blunt and quick to a fight than a knight, but that's essentially most of the characters Brian Blessed has played, are you telling me that nigger isn't manly?

An old widower and former guardsman who wanted to die doing something worthwhile rather than waste away from alzheimers

I played a tiefling fighter/rogue, not the manliest image I know but he was kind and caring to the party, by the end of the campaign he had a child with one of the other PC's and they both stopped adventuring to build a life together, of course their old companions were invited for every birthday and special occasions.

Now if we're talking "GIMME ALE AND AN AXE" Manly.

I once played a half orc barbarian/warpriest, he was fuckin' huge and he worshiped Cayden Cailean, he wrestled a storm giant and won.

80s campaign with a story that was Not!Snake Eater, using Pathfinder rules. Ended up playing a Monk of the Empty Hand (See: MacGyver) that was supposed to be a stealth character

Ended up loading up a commie jeep with enough C4 to blow up a missile silo and then throwing it at a guy. After it didn't kill him I threw another.

For most stereotypically masculine, the human male fighter who was a former frontline commander with ten years of military experience and could name more women that he had slept with than women he hadn't. It was one of those backstories.
He kinda played up the drunk douchebag womanizing noble stereotype, but once he got married to a woman that could keep up with him, he mellowed out tremendously and basically became the brains of the party (which wasn't saying terribly much, but it worked out).
He doubled as the party tank and was the naturally strongest of all of the party members.
He also has four kids and counting with his wife.

Ex-Street fighter drug addict Adept.

He was a terrifying rampage of drugs and magic that only survived one session after he flew into a rage after seeing a SJW rally. Turns out a psychotic combat junkie hearing land whales talk about their PTSD triggered his PTSD and 50 confirmed dead and many injured later he was gunned down.

I liked him back when he was a planeswalker

>What's wrong with you?

Plenty wrong with me, but in this case the character was married to a hamadryad who, considering the logistics of such a relationship, was very touch-and-go as far as togetherness was concerned.

Needless to say, the child of such a union would be quite valuable in the wrong hands, hence her missing and hence the husband going after her.

Bonesaw, a dwarf fighter with grapple specialization. Slammed chairs over peoples heads and body slammed from lethal distances, completely banking on high rolls
Literally only rolled above 17 for the two sessions we played

The only character I've played that can be construed as "manly" is Kresnik, a musclebound vampire hunter out for revenge against the monsters who killed his family, with the help of not only holy magic but also the ability to drain vitality from the undead in the same way vampires drain vitality from humans.

He wasn't very long-lived, as he got squished by a dragon.

Low power cape 'inspired' by Ash Crimson from KoF.

If by manly you mean punching people in the face, being absolutely secure about yourself and your hobbies, and sleeping with women instead of having awkward on-and-off romances that never go anywhere because you're to busy wearing spandex and obsessing over your nemesis.

Pretty much a straight rip of Brad Armstrong from Lisa: The Painful.

DM was aware of it, other players had never played it. Made for amazing feels, all around.

Not me, but a buddy of mine played this pretty gnarly dwarven clerice one time. We got captured by the bad guy and shipped off to some prison to get tortured* for a spell - our captors employing appropriately thematic and slightly ironic methods, of course. Being a man of the cloth, his punishment was (among other things) to have blasphemies against his god tattooed into his skin DAILY over a period of like two months in-game. Thanks to a good roll and some solid roleplaying, however, he managed to bear these insults with a stoic, saint-like dignity. Rather than profanities, he saw them as trophies: symbols of his righteous dedication to his god and his purpose. Their heathen scrawlings meant less than nothing to him. Let the world gaze on his scars and know the depths of his faith, his willingness to suffer for his convictions.

On the last day before we were to be freed, the prison warden and the guards all milled about nervously, stewing in their guilt, as she emerged, seemingly radiant and unconcerned, from his cell. The tatoo artist, hands shaking, completed the last profane name and threw down his needle. The warden, visibly shaken by the cleric's resolve but attempting to muster some measure of authority, spat out, "There. You're finished. Take your things and begone."

The dwarf shook his head and pointed to a bare patch of skin on his shoulder. "One more," he demanded.

The tattoo artist burst into tears.
*We were all cool with this direction, so it's not like he surprised us with this turn of events to screw us over or anything - just wanted to head off that sort of discussion before it started.

Sssh. I reused the same character a lot for a little bit.

Bad. Ass.

I think if I were the tattoo artist I would have died on the spot.

>Lord Chardossa PANDEMONIUM!
>6'5" Sylvan High-Man Switch-Hitting scout/soldier/mercenary/warlord/pirate who grew up with Wood-Elves. and eventually acquired a noble title with the rest of the group as part of a competition (they wanted to offload a shitty domain and nobody else wanted it - we found that out after we got there).
>He was overweight and gluttonous (rolled it as a disadvantage, but his charisma was fantastic and he was so burly and strong and manly he still got all the bitches.)
>At one point we had a dragon who wanted to eat virgins, for magical reasons. Chardossa solved that way as carnally as possible. I sent an IM to the GM and left to take care of the things while the party tried to come up with a plan for how to save them. They came in the next day to find me and the 22 women in a massive bed.
>One of the party members, a cowardly Satyr, had a telepathic link with me. One-way. He could think at me anywhere within like, 10 miles, and could only get a response if I replied to him in words. Often people would hear only my half of a conversation and get confused.

It was a fantastic campaign, and one of my favorite characters.

Rolemaster, BTW.

Fun to play, but FUCK character advancement and creation in that system.

Honestly, I'm not sure whether my characters are manly or just absolute madmen. Like my psyker who was all kinds of weak and mostly helpless, but he did defeat a lord of change in a battle of wills, then later blew a guy the fuck out so badly with mind bullets that the earth rumbled and the sky rained with blood, and being only one who didn't immediately lose his shit at the sight or stumble, he walked away calmy while wishing he had bought those sunglasses that he thought about earlier because it would be cool put them on now.

Manliest might just be the one female character I played once. Game more or less starts with her getting shot in the face twice and being near dead the rest of the session, until she figure she wasn't gonna survive the last encounter, sho she rigged all the groups grenades to explode and once and suicide bombed the ritual. Then the GM tells me I could just burn a fatepoint and she survives, then he threw a daemonette at her, which she somehow killed despite being more or less dead and having half an action per turn and starting out prone. Next session she gets mauled by a genestealer, then an ork nob, then sandwiched between genestealer and ork nob and then finally gets wrecked by the ork nob, but not before beating the nob down to 1 HP and somehow getting the ork nob to kill the genestealer.

Pretty hardcore soldier who survived two map-changing wars in the form of four different major battles, thrice as many smaller engagements, and an uncountable number of skirmishes.

He started as--and went through two of his major battles--as a line regular, renewed his contract as a member of the battalion's grenadier company, and spent a couple of minor engagements on loan to the light infantry companies. The second war found him re-contracted as a dragoon.

He survived mythos-inspired cultists, actual lines of battle, one or two nasty things that went bump in the night (including one particularly foul werewolf), wound up marrying his camp follower (a lovely lady once she got used to not living on scraps, and she was a bit of a wildcat because of her earlier experience in desperation), and retired with one natural and one adopted child.

He wound up going on a few adventures when the campaigns were lagging, as a lot of our adventures were built around the events of the war (special operations, going through the actual battles, things like that). I was the only player fortunate enough to have a character survive literally the entire pair of campaigns.

Mostly luck, but some good decisions that fit in with my character being "the veteran," because I was the only player beyond the GM who had a solid understanding of the capabilities of the weapons and tactics of the era. Foolhardiness or over-reliance on firearms got a couple of other player characters killed.

you a part of the steam group? everyone from the second storm migrated there after the second storm died. MTG Flakes, Waifus and Lore, if you haven't

Eshe the female, human bard

She took shit from no one and was effectively the city's Punisher

Davel Davidov, Deft Defenestrator

The forever DM of the group decided to run a Sci Fi campaign (savage worlds). He told us it'd be a one-shot It wasn't, and evolved into a months long campaign.

I felt like building some ridiculous melee character (in a sci fi setting, I figured because it was a one-shot it wouldn't really matter if he died too easily), so I browsed the weapon list for inspiration.

>chainsaw
>great damage and range
>roll a 1 to hit and you hit yourself instead

Then the DM made the fatal error of allowing us to make our own alien races.

Chainsaws were two-handed weapons.

I made a character with 4 arms.

A Tim Taylor Fighter/Artificer who dumped Wis.