Harry Seraphim, a Level 15 Human Fighter for a Battle Royale oneshot. He had a total of three turns, and ALL of them made the entire table love him. First, he rolled a nat 1 on Initiative. Next, he got teleported from one side of the arena to the other, right in front of another player. Harry didn’t want to fight, but a voice in his head was telling him to. His response? Slap himself in the face. He took 7 damage, but the voices stopped. Satisfied, Harry turned around and walked away. Next round, the same player stabbed Harry in the back. Harry turned around, and gave him an earful in an in-character discussion. Eventually they decided to forgive each other. Harry then proceeded to be hit by a lightning-based attack, a laser, and Command spell “GROVEL” all in the same turn. He took over 100 damage and was close to death. On Harry’s second turn, he scoffed at the damage, walked towards a wall, then fell to his knees, wailing in pain. At this point, the other players decided to form an alliance to try and break free from the colosseum they were trapped in. They started attacking the audience and causing mischief. Eventually, the BBEG decided to show themself, and the players began beating them down. The BBEG was low on health, it was Harry’s third, and final turn. He turned, seeing the one responsible for his suffering, BACKFLIPPED towards them, then used Great Axe three times in succession in a Z formation. I rolled really high, high enough for the DM to allow me to describe the BBEG’s death in detail. And thus, Harry became a legend in our group, and people constantly reference him in our main campaign.
Blue dragonborn called "I'm Blue" backwards. He never died but the campaign ended. He also used his breath weapon to kill the whole population of fish in a river. Since that time i only made blue dragonborn character's so i technically never played a different species
Pathfinder but: Tiefling Magus, originally was going to use a barbed chain as his weapon... got swapped out for a Rapier when the table realized why that wouldn't work at lvl 1. He spoke more eloquently than I do, which created some funny moments at my expense when I couldn't keep it up. He actually did decently well but everybody, even the DM, was new to Pathfinder and our first few games didn't last long... either TPKs or rebooting for some reason or another. We eventually got things going pretty well but never played Tiefling or Magister after that... I really should give those choices another go.
Artificer Goblin Named Junkoblin the Goblin (Playing another one rn named Geeper Gompin) He had the power to turn items into other items, like sand into gunpowder, and rocks into capsule for explosives and stuff. His best feat by far was killing a False Hydra by himself.
ADHD Dragonborn Wizard. Never gave them a name, but in the course of the 3 hour one-shot I played them in, they: >Threw the Party's Monk at a chest. No reason, just thought it'd be funny >Tried to fool an evil Wizard, ended up almost killing the entire party after said evil Wizard summoned three stupidly powerful Mimics as punishment >Attempted to steal a magic item from an animated statue because "It looked cool" and "I was gonna give it back, I swear" >On multiple occasions, threw their dagger and cast Catapult on it in midair for higher damage, literally never hit anything >Used pocket sand to blind a Mimic and run away God, I loved that character so much.
I love my first character, Zane a Tiefling bard that my friend helped me create. I had a lot of fun role playing the character. Especially since back in those days I was actually the quiet person in my friend group so they were really surprised to see me actually really break out of shell to really play the character. This character really got me into role-playing games so it has a special place in my heart.
My first character was a tiefling warlock with ptsd. Pretty basic stuff. The funny part is that since it was my first character, I was not familiar with the races and my friend who played dnd before (our whole party were first timers except for him) had to explain them quickly. I have no clue how it happened but I misunderstood him and thought that tieflings were humanoid lizards. Now imagine yourself: a green tiefling with orange hair, yellow eyes and a tail… When Baldurs Gate 3 dropped I tried to recreate that character and it looked even worse than I imagined.
The first character I ever created was a White Dragonborn Noble Baroness named Vaaris Thaqorell. She was kind and sweet, naive about the world, really. She had an older brother who was of marrying age and was the Wise one of the two. They were close and were rarely separated from each other except for certain lessons. One morning, she woke to screams filling the mansion. She found her family being slaughtered by Goblins. On instinct, she grabbed an axe out of her dead Father's head and started fighting. She soon realized that they weren't ordinary Goblins, but Undead Goblins (her Breath Weapon really worked wonders on them!). She fought her way to the courtyard to find her Brother fighting off the one leading these creatures: A Witch called Belladonna. Belladonna had come to offer her hand in marrage to her Brother but was rejected only because he believed she deserved better than a Baron who most likely will be too busy with his duties to see her as much as Belladonna wanted and persisted. She didn't take the rejection well. In revenge, she had her Undead Goblins slaughter the family. She admitted she only wished to marry him for his money and power and was planning on killing him in an "accident" after having him sign over everything the family owns to her. Knowing she can't defeat both my Character and her Brother, she cursed the brother into the form of a white Owl saying: "If you're so *Wise*, you should look like it!" before disappearing. My poor Dragonborn was left an orphan with a cursed brother. She felt rage fill her over all this and swore to hunt Belladonna and all like her down to avenge her family and find a way to break the curse on her brother, who travels with her as a companion! The problem is, smart as she is, she doesn't know much of the world outside her home and gets lost and distracted easily (I gave her intense ADD and ADHD like I have). I played her like she was... well... myself... only with muscles and scales, and, unlike me, can wield an axe like a pro. Gave her a thing for bad Dad jokes, though. I did it because my brother and his friends, who were in the campaign with me, were feeling sad about something that happened earlier that week and just told the DM "I would like to tell a random Dad Joke." while our characters were heading back from a heist with a pet Kolbold on a leash. [DON'T ASK!] DM: Ummm.... Ok, roll me Charisma. Me: *rolls with my tongue sticking out the side of my mouth* 18 plus 2. So a Dirty 20. DM: *Sighs and nods* Ok. Go ahead... Me: Ok, so a man in a panic said to a Cleric, "Help! I think I'm shrinking!" And the Cleric replied, "Settle down! You need to learn to be a little patient." *presses drum riff sound button on phone* It was so dumb that everyone loved it, and I kept bringing new jokes every session. Unfortunately, we never finished the campaign. Last time we saw Vaaris was when she was stepping out of a carriage in an ornate ball gown with the rest of her group to infiltrate a Ball an High Elf Earl that was hosting. The Earl was the groups main suspect in the weird incidents happening around the city involving some paranormal things going on the same time every day. Like in certain parts of the city, items would fly chaotically around the room, and in other parts, people's clothing and armor would walk around or attack people [Think Disney's Bedknobs and Broomsticks Substitutiary Locomotion. Under appreciated movie, really]. TL;DR Dragonborn Baroness with a fierce fighting spirit and a taste for bad jokes seeks revenge without knowing how to avenge.
Dang thats complex, mine as I was as new as you can be to DnD, to points I never heard about it, i made a simple one. But kept my dark humor essence. Jack, the granny kicker. A dark elf knight that smoked way too much to points I'd use the cigarrette as weapon and beat and rob the elderly, even for fun. I ended up being searched in all nearby towns, and we had to run to forests lmao First, but it was fun as hell
Lol, absolutely not assuming it was intended that way, but that witch part of the backstory is the quintessential "nice guy vs evil greedy woman who just wants his money" type story incels like to tell each other to justify hating women lmao
Silethal a half-elf wood elf. He had a dire wolf companion whom he saved from a hunters trap named Grim and has basically lived his entire life in the woods just him and Grim. His village was destroyed in an Orc raid when he was young. I had to leave the campaign after a bit due to my schedule but it kept going for a bit after.
First ever dnd character I ever played was a human wizard in GURPS (the character sheet was already premade and given to me to play) and this was around either the first quarter of 2014 or 2015 (I for the life of me can't remember exactly when it was). Sadly my Wizard met a very premature end less then 10 minutes into the season by a rain of arrows that I couldn't avoid by any means (insert 300 movie death scene here). After that Death I Legit gaslighted myself into thinking both that death was my fault and that I suck at playing as spellcasters and proceeded to avoid playing as them for about a year.
My first game (sadly my last) my character was a half orc barbarian named THUG who’s entire personality was based on a joke that THUG was dancing to the radio playing in the background with a roast boar named Alice. A food lover in literally name treating food as people with names. But It was a Halloween one shot so all the food I’ve been eating was people and I had a Darth Vader moment when realising the half chewed Alice died in his arms “ ALICE NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!” ( still don’t know which was more upsetting, that she died or was never food!?) in combat I was terrible but story wise the other players loved my character to the point even when I had to leave the game early they wanted to revive Alice for me.
A white dragonborn who only revealed his first name after the party had returned from their adventure, greeted by his little brother. He almost ended up dying to a saliva monster, but I had luckily succeeded three death saves. Although, I never really used him again. (BTW his name was Draco Frostwing, and his little brother was named Dren.)
First character, I ever put on paper Maxis the Copper Dragonborn Paladin that used a great sword, but the campaign never made it past session 0. First character I ever got to play Drogmir Copper Dragonborn Paladin that dual wielded Warhammers, Matt campaign fell apart at level 10 but I have since brought him back for a level 16 one shot and he is a retired level 20 adventurer in my own campaign. (Edit: the first one was made in late 2014 early 2015 and the second was made and played in 2021. I had forgotten about my original character until I was digging through old stuff getting my ready for my friend’s homebrew pirate campaign and all I could do is laugh that despite forgetting about that original character after all that time he sorta lived on.)
The very very first was a human ranger named Finn Forrestwalker for an Innistrad game. But that was only three sessions or so. My first long term character was a tiefling rogue (and eventually cleric multiclass) named Regulus Venge. He was a slave who had accidentally begun a revolt when he killed one of his master’s men. Turned to spending his life freeing slaves.
3.5 edition human sorcerer. Killed by an Ettin. I was 14 and my favorite part of the campaign was when the party entered an abandoned temple and there was a pool of tar in the center. One of my brothers who was a dwarf fighter thought it was a great idea to go in the tar to avoid the skeletons and zombies that were roaming on the side of pool and skeletons popped out of the tar, pretty much surrounding the fighter. In my infinite wisdom, i set the tar on fire to try and save him.
Lionel Braveshell; a one-armed tortle druid with the circle of spores subclass. His symbiotic entity ability lets him grow a thorn-covered blade of wood over his missing arm, as well as a sturdy mask for protection (kind of like Iron Man). Easily one of my favorite designs I’ve done for a character.
Alaric, the Tiefling Druid circle of wildfire, that thru the whole campaign (6 sessions) never wild shaped. He didnt have a backstory but he wore a wooden mask that he couldnt take off, also he had a Sickle and used Flame Blade religiously. (the campaign was lvls 3-6) I didnt know Shadow Blade existed but it fit with him so yes. Also i didnt know i could summon a fire spirit using my wild shape so thats nice
Mountain Dwarf, Totem Warrior Barbarian. Thorrn Pyrite! He has a handaxe stuck in the right side of his head. And also has amnesia do to it! He hates magic with a burning passion and will gladly change into a fireball, if it means he can kill the spell cast behind it. He was the jolly guy in the group and was fun to be with. [Or so everyone said]
A half-elf named Sparrow. Back when I started roleplaying with my friends online in late 2020, in our first campaign I played what I now understand to be ranger/sorcerer multiclass. Sparrow was sort of the party's alarm dog and utility belt with all the weirdly convenient sht I pulled during combat and whenever he was out of options he would go for low blows regardless of who the opponent was
In 2017 I started following D&D shows and had fallen in love with the idea of Tieflings, back before they became much more accepted nowadays. It wasn’t until the pandemic where I played my first character who I had though up for a long time: a Tiefling VeneancePaladin who was a cult experiment and taken in by a clergy before the cult came and demolished it many years later. I designed her armor sorta like a mix between Berserker Lancelot from Fate and Guts from Berserk, but with a very docile personality outside of combat-in combat, though, she’s a monster and goes flying off the rails. She was very self conscious about the way she looked and felt like she was a freak, so she pitched down her voice to sound like a man and never let anyone see her face until she felt she could trust her party. I still bring her out sparingly if her story would suit the campaign, and her personality has evolved a lot over the years.
Sir Z, a half elf half human knight who I played in a Dark Fantasy game. Pretty much his parents are farmers, with his father having been a former knight of the realm while his mother was an elven spell caster and they fell in love after the former was helping the latter recover from some injuries she had recieved. And Z discovered his talent for the blade after having had helped his father kill some bandits which attacked the farm. After he went off to become a Knight. Did so and became the head of the guard for House Corb which was lead by a fellow PC whose character was Lady Piscia. However, it was while we were fighting the Dark Fae ring leader of a travelling carnival that a TPK occured. As the Ring Leader pulled out a Horn of the Wild hunt and just summoned an Ancient Warrior that killed us due to how our madman of a noble, Dorian, failed to mention the dragon that broke out of the ground and flew off to the Ancient Warror so that he can hunt the beast. Of course, our of character there was a bit more to what was happening. As everyone, both the players and the GM, had forgotten about the Fae Lion that can Teleport which I befriended. While the GM had also overestimated us due to how our treasure hunt in a desert across the ocean went very well, so he gave the Ring Master the Horn of the Wild hunt. Nevertheless, my first campaign had some great moments while learning some lessons. With the most important lesson being TO NOT SPLIT THE PARTY. Almost got killed by demon clown name Chuckles because of that. Thankfully the dragon I mention earlier ate him.
Back in 1980, I learned to play with the blue box. I played a fighter named Bruno the fighter. Yes, I stole the name from Bruno the Battler from the rule book. Our first adventure was In Search of the Unknown… and we all died. We didn’t realize that leaving the dungeon was an option. Oh boy were we dumb.
My first PC was Daphne, the homebrew skunk horse chimera Druid for a Rime of the Frostmaiden campaign. The DM was super awesome and when I said 'hey, skunks are my favorite animal, mind if I homebrew something?' And he was like 'sure.' He even let me have free uses of Wild Shape solely for instances when being a horse would be too big to progress with the party. Daphne was created by an evil Aarakocra Witch named Lunan as the prototype for sapient chimeras she wanted to be the commanders of a massive army of chimeric monsters (it was kinda her entire deal). However, Daphne turned out to be too kind for that, and Lunan heavily abused her. Fortunately, Daphne was rescued by the Druid of an adventuring party who defeated (though unfortunately didn't kill Lunan), who raised her as his own daughter. She joined the party when her father brought her to town in order for her to get out, see the world, and become stronger so she could one day no longer fear Lunan coming back for her. She started out as a Circle of the Shepherd Druid, but we realized our party was bigger than usual and having a Druid who's entire thing is being a summoner would kinda bog down combat, even if I limited myself solely to summoning one higher CR monster instead of swarms of others. So I switched to Circle of the Land (Mountain). We actually worked it into her character development, as Daphne had become confident enough to use her own power, so I made her summons as 'retainers' provided by her Primal Companion. Who as it had long been revealed to be, the avatar of the Archfey who Daphne at one point befriended named Toxine, and had lended her fey protectors until she gained her own strength. She'd later multiclass into Divine Soul Sorcerer, which manifested as her awakening Kirin blood in her chimeric nature and growing a horn and scales. She was also decidedly the Heart of the party and the party absolutely adored her.
My first ever D&D character, created I think when 4e was the main thing, but the group of players I was with, used 3.5e instead. His name was Exxor Dawnshield. Hound Archon paladin from a world well outside the realms of D&D, serving a deity that was of the DM's making. His first ever encounter was with a gelatinous cube, and very fortunately, none of our characters died during this encounter, nor even was struck. We managed to defeat it by opening up a drain hole in the corridor that it was creeping through. To this day, I still have him, he's still alive. I have a new continuity of him though, the previous one his faith was shook and destroyed, and was infected with lycanthropy.
Eiron Antien , a half elf ranger. He was my first and I still play him today as he's evovved over the years from being a generic lame character to one whose become more mature and intelligent to the situation pulling off feats of amazement to protect his party. He was played as a half elf who grew up bullied in water deep and had a distrust of everyone but over the years he learned to terust his party and that his party mates truely were his friends so he now only trusts them.
Sigurd was his name. A standard human variant fighter. He had the Alert feat. He was a veteran of a war that left him filled with severe comical PTSD. His triggers were goblins, drow, and near death experiences. Whenever he was triggered he would drop his bow and pull out his halberd and go running recklessly into battle. He often needed to be held back by his friends when they adopted a goblin (named Boblin) into the party. As im sure you can imagine, he did not survive long do to this quirk of his.
This character was created during the summer of 2011. The year I graduated high school. Dallas, a human bounty hunter who got sidetracked from one of his bounty hunting missions and joined a group of adventurers, thinking he’ll get a bigger pay when it’s over. He was also the adventuring party’s Red Shirt (Got tackled by a Minotaur. The same one that he accidentally woke up and escaped from. But as he celebrated for having some hit points left, he triggered a trap and fell down a platform and got impaled by a spike). We were all laughing because our DM is a complete wild card. Both as a DM and as a person in general. (I was also the group’s red shirt in the oneshot we played after this one). Much funnier death than my first character.
A My Little Pony-themed campaign, where we all had to play as races from the series. I was a unicorn named Gold Digger. We never got very far, and the last session I remember having ended with some statues in a tomb coming to life.
Kye, a Half-Elf (sometimes Human or Elf) genderfluid Bard. They're an absolute coward, deserted from the army and is now accompanying adventurers on their travels, just so she can make up better stories of how he has once slain ten adult red dragons all by himself (or something). Their signature spell was Dissonant Whispers, aka "screaming in terror until every enemy is dead". The specifics of her race and gender were at all times "whatever makes the best story". I still like bringing him back every now and then, and in fact I have an upcoming oneshot where I'm gonna play them again.
Mine was a Human Fighter. I know BORING! but hey this was back in 1978. It was a one shot. Unfortunately we didn't get to finish due to real-life interruptions.
Henry the Homeschooled Dragonborn Paladin. I didnt want him to have a tragic backstory because I knew that a super common trope. He had a loving family and just wanted to go out a explore the world and make a difference, despite being halfway between Qui-Gon Jinn and Jar Jar Binks in his ability to interact with others.
Niccolo Scriabin, human bard with magic Initiate and eventually levels in Warlock. Sold his soil for skill with the violin, much like (one of) his namesake(s), Niccolo Paganini.
First ever character that I actually played was a light cleric warforged named Styx. He was made for a one-shot run by my ex-group to introduce me to the game back in late 2022. What little backstory he had was that he was a decommissioned maintenance unit or something that was granted new life by a light god, giving him the mission of "illuminating the darkest corners of the world." Well, Styx, in all his newly conscious wisdom, misinterpreted this message to literally be,"light up any dark areas you find." So his main quirk was that he would cast the Light cantrip anywhere with dim or lower light. Low lit dive bar? Dark closet? Unlit corner of a child's bedroom? Best believe he is slapping Light in there.
Felix Balor, a level 13 Tiefling Rogue for a homebrew campaign from the DM. I wasn't taught DnD properly and the DM improvised every single little thing that happened during sessions, with probably like 0 planning made other than the setting itself. I personally loved it because shit was chaotic in a good way every session, but it is what caused the campaign to die in the end. He never got to the end however, as while trying to fight Disney Hades himself (who Felix freed using his wild magic dagger, blessed by Bahamut himself, which took magic from everything it touched and also his soul if there wasn't any magic around--) he ended up cut in half by him. He in the end saved his party who ventured to the Underworld to get him and came across a large ghost Michael Jackson (Don't ask) which he jumped down on and sailed into the void with in the end through the multiple floors of the building where he finally meets his "demise".
My first character was a Variant Human (I jokingly referred to him as a mutt human) Assassin Rogue named Johnny Faustous, he was a slight riff on John Constantine though that changed later on. He was for a Lost mine of Phandelver game, his hole backstory was that he was doing a job before the red brands jumped him and pulled a New Vegas styled "the game was rigged from the start" and was dug up by the party on their way to Phandelin
My first ever character was Thibbledorf Pwent, a troll Slayer in a Warhammer Fantasy campaign. I was a sleep deprived, alcoholic, suicidal maniac, it was great. Yes I stole the name from R.A Salvatore.
Orik Thalsson. A grave domain cleric of kelemvor, he tamed an umber hulk after 3 successive Nat 20s and used him as a mount and combat companion, his name was Alphonse. Didn’t get to play him as long as I’d have liked because the world went into lockdowns, but I will always remember my pragmatic, crotchety badass.
My first character was a Tabaxi Gloomstalker by the name of Fleet. He was searching for his twin sister who had disappeared a few years prior. He had two jokes: he was very fast and a total coward. Amazing how far those two jokes could take him
My first character I actually got to play was named Tharik. He was a middle-aged tiefling inquisitor (Pathfinder 1e, Spellbreaker + Sanctified Slayer Archetypes). I got to play that character for several years irl. Tharik reached level 16 before he had his memories stolen (Plot point our DM made, which had a saving throw. Everyone but another player failed, but I volunteered to join my fellow player.) dropped back to level 1 and eventually had it back to level 15 before the campaign was fell apart and rapid up in some 2 minutes.
I was big into dragons dogma and lotr so i made a female blue tabaxi sabertooth cougar mix with the bounty hunter bg called Mirja Gryphthorn. Her deal is she was to be married to a adopted noble son when she and her fiance came of age, when the night came her home was raided by a mass army of orcs and drow were she and her husband both died, but instead of being in the afterlife with her husband she apeared in the shadowfell infront of a massive half shadow dragon who gave her the chance to "take up arms" against those that wronged her, and went as far to show the faces of those that betrayed her and her family and in exchange she was tasked to go after his enemies and free him from the shadowfell all in the price of her own beating heart, now she roams with a aasimar and a elf as a ageless heartless woman whom as time passes and her power grows (leveling up) she becomes more draconic like her patron (we started at lvl 3 so i went. First level fighter and 2 in warlock.. we didnt get past session 2 or 3 due to the irl scheduling issues between the four of us)
My first ever character was a high elf druid made at level 6 that was cursed to be a toddler but never die of old age. One time I was trying to buy a magic item, can't remember what it was but I was really low on gold and the DM let me roll history to see if I knew anyone in his family. Nat 20 , I then canonically was his father's best friend, and I got it for free.
Warforged cleric who’s pure of heart, dumb of ass. party’s medic. Still active in ongoing/on hiatus campaign. Initially built as a military field medic, was discharged for being chummy with the enemies too often, was supposed to be decommissioned, but his creator sent him to another part of the world instead. He ended up making a group of friends who introduced him to the church of Apollo, who saw his potential to help and mend, and bestowed him with a touch of life domain clerical power, and sent him off on his first sacred mission, to save the feywilds from a trio of hags. (Yeah it’s the witchlight carnival preset campaign)
A Human Oath of Redemption Paladin named Ewain Deathwen. Condemned for helping a Lich when he was younger, Ewain Deithwen began following Ilmater and redeemed himself by helping defeat a dark angel who sought to destroy the world
My first character was made 2 weeks ago. I’m a Warforged Fighter who is subclassed as a Psionic Warrior. The DM of our homebrew play-through is helping me make the back story as we play. I joined when the party was level 4 and was just about to begin a boss fight with an ancient wizard who had transferred his soul into armor. My backstory from this is that the wizard had been tasked by some evil group to make warforgeds as soldiers for their army. I however was deactivated due to having a personality. Due to this I have a bit of a grudge against magic.
“Omega”(I use the Ancient Greek alphabet when I can’t come up with anything good), a Half-Elf Collage of Valor Bard(3rd lvl at creation), built entirely around support(his offensive options: Viscous Mockery, stab w/rapier, or bash over the head w/ukulele.). Nearly died a couple times, before a TPK(which, incredibly, wasn’t actually Total) at 5th lvl. Poor guy lost his original rapier to a magically animating statue(long story), wasn’t present for the first half of the first dungeon the party explored, *was* present for the bandit camp debacle(longer story), was nearly incinerated by the party’s (perpetually drunk) monk who was trying(and, thankfully I suppose, successfully) to kill a mimic, luckily he ended up with a few hit points left and was able to heal the rogue, who hadn’t been quite so fortunate. Fought a gladiator, was (along with all but one party member) nearly killed by a bunch of half-dragon-piercers(thank goodness for healer’s kits), and was shortly thereafter killed, along with every member of the party(except for the Barbarian), at the hands(claws? Talons? Whatever) of an Ancient White Dragon. Still have the character sheet… somewhere.
My first rpg character was a bastard of a man named Donald Keedik. He was my play on the edgy rogue that was taken from his orphanage as a child and raised as the perfect assassin. While it was true that he was taken in by the assassins and they gave him all the best training, he was terrible at being an assassin. He was on the other hand, an outstanding liar and an unpredictable menace of a bard. I had themed all of my bard skills as being a type of offshoot assassins' trick or feat and he would just bluff his way through assassinations. Surprisingly we went from level 1-10 with him until the game ended and he never died. He thought he was a master infiltrator even though I voiced him like Doug Dimmadome, even when he was in disguise.
Made a Tortle named Kell with 1 level in Barbarian and the rest in Echo Knight Fighter. He was outcasted from his home due to him having an uncontrollable rage. He travelled aimlessly until he was attacked by bandits one day, and while he bested them after going into rage, he was mortally wounded. He accepted his inevitable fate but next time he woke, he was in a village of elves. Taken in by a man named Xildaen, he was grateful but afraid of what he might do so he was quick to prepare his departure, until Xildaen told him to stay and that he'd train him to control that anger. He rose the ranks within their Hunters while also training to fight in a way where he'd never have to rely on his anger. The village community was created around an avatar of the Pale Tree and it was filled with other "strays" with nowhere to go. There was an elf amongst their hunters who despised all of the "strays", especially Kell as he rose the ranks very quickly under the guidance of the man who brought him in. So this elf decided he'd kill him as the start of a mission to "purify" their community. Kell showed up and faced him with other hunters. As the battle went on, people dropped one by one and Kell had enough, awakening his rage and slaughtering him. But he couldn't take the shame of resorting to it and murdering (in his eyes) one of the people who took him in. Xildaen told Kell he would be welcome back regardless of his rage, but Kell was determined to master it. So Xildaen gave him his Elven Twinblade and told him to return it once he came back home. This was in a Netherdeep module and it kinda slapped as my first true campaign.
I was the DM for my very first time playing. We used the Basic red box set from 1971. My party consisted of "Chewbacca". I think he was a fighter. "Hugh Hefner". I think I remember him being an elf. "Crackhead the Chaotic Dwarf". You had to say the whole thing. I was 12. I am not making this up.
I had the blue Basic D&D boxed set. My Dad bought it for me as a present, and I had no idea where to go to find others to play with. Rolling up a character RAW sucked, so I made a dozen. The group I eventually joined was using the PHB, so the first I actually played was a half elf mage/thief I called Estel/Hope (having read LotR a few years earlier). My back up character was Aerick the generic cleric.
My first was a human evocation wizard Who was in serious debt from wizard school and his entire adventuring career was just him trying to pay off the debt (which had high interest rates) till he snapped and blew up the bank. Was fun playing a guy slowly decending into madness and becoming the villain
First character was the all original idea of Half-elf Ranger. There was another Half-elf Ranger in the party so it was decided that I was actually only 1/4 elf and he was 3/4 elf.
My first character was a fighter, who didn't last more than an hour lol. One of my friends had a brother with a friend who was learning 3.5 at the time. My two friends and I rolled up characters and he DM'd for us. We were in a coliseum, had a fight and then a riot broke out we were supposed to use as cover to escape. Under the coliseum was an aquaduct/sewer that we dropped in to... Cue my first skill check as a level 1 fighter....swim check, and I rolled a natural 1. Due to the plate armor my character had, he jumped in and promptly sank to the bottom, drowned before my friends could figure out how to save me, and I had no weapon (because I dropped it falling in) to cut the leather straps with to save myself. First lesson in knowing your character sheet really well, and understanding that your gear can be a biiiiig hindrance to survival. My wife's first character is still going in the campaign I'm running for her and some friends from acting we have. She wanted to play a unicorn , but I didn't want her to be OP right out of the gate, so I helped her right a backstory reason for her character being "nerfed" by his own kind to make it playable until higher level. Her character is a "cursed" unicorn, sent by his herd along with 19 other young unicorns to find an astral unicorn (her characters best friend) that vanished mysteriously from the feywilde right after Titania opened the borders of the Feywilde after receiving news the Spell plague had ended. The young unicorns were "cursed" with a modified banishment spell that made them human for all intents and purposes. The curse will naturally break after their magic gets strong enough, which is also why the adults of the herd couldn't use it to the same effect. Since they had no idea why or how his friend was taken, they felt it was safer to send the teenagers in disguise, since they didn't want to risk the kidnappers gaining more unicorns with more potent magic. At level 5 I had her start rolling a D20, and she has to roll in a certain range to break the curse. Basically, each time they level, the DC drops by 4 (16-20 at level 5, and so on) to end the curse so he regains his unicorn form and access to his racial bonuses and such. Her group is currently level 6 and the character is still stuck as a human, much to her chagrin, especially since both times she's gotten to roll, she misses the cutoff by 1. If they reach level 10 the curse will automatically break, though I doubt it will take that long... I already have other plans for how it might break once the character finds his missing "friend". *Queue evil DM laughter*
Lewis Dulcet was my first character, a human bard that is being hunted down by his former best friend for accidentally burning down their house while their family was inside and running away. I only got to play him for 3 sessions and used him once in combat, our campaign stopped cause of scheduling issues but, the DM wants to restart it so hopefully I can play him and have some fun or funny moments to look back on in the future
My first ever character was a flaming ginger hyperreligious dwarf cleric who quoted and misquoted the holy scriptures of his deity with and ESPECIALLY without rhyme or reason, like a certain demographic of americans lmao He was only there for a little unserious oneshot where he tried to attack with his two-handed hammer twice, rolling nat 1s both times and losing the hammer to it slipping out of his hands and getting flung into a pit during windup. I haven't played much of DnD since, but rn I really want to play a wood elf/tiefling beastmaster ranger themed entirely around snakes with a big snake as their beast (it's actually bigger than the required medium size, but otherwise it's stats are right on par with other ranger beasts, so just need to ask the DM who's a friend of mine, also, it's a ranger lol, they need just about any help they can get)
Bife nomefalson (means something like "steak fakenameson"), was an orc barbarian, classic stupid but not because he was dumb, just never recieved education, also never lived in society, so it was funny to see his reaction to things like oil lamps, trains, etc, he was actualy very calm, and didn't understood feelings, still reference him in every campaign i DM
so my DM was awesome for this, my first character was a literal sentient marble golem barbarian called MG, they were for most of the time out of combat a hovering marble ball with a big red gem for an eye but had the ability too form a 16 ft tall human-ish shaped body for about 1 minute at a time, he liked shiny things and could devour souls of those he killed (if he rolled well enough), the funny thing is he screamed like R2-D2 and refused to use weapons or armor and only punch people, this was the first time playing dnd for a lot of players in this campaign so it was a little chaotic, but it also gave rise to the greatest npc ever, bob the legend (bob the boblin) the most powerful thing ever (but thats a story for another time), MG will always be my favourite memory of my beginning with dnd XD
Percival Nikolai Diodore! a variant human Tempest Cleric whom I have been playing for over a year now. He was born in a tribe of Lokatha and humans that travel along the coast of the continent, following schools of fish. As a child he was chosen by Eadro (lokathas God and creator) to become one of his clerics. While writing this he is at level 13, he is the secondary tank of the party (20 AC), avoided a TPK, has done more damage than he has healed, and has helped to stop the reincarnation of Myrkul. Can't wait for the next session :D
Started playing in my first campaign about 8 months ago, and the character that I made for my first ever forray into D&D is a Half-Elf Wizard, named Matthew Közahr. I'mma be honest, I didn't know what I was getting into when choosing to play a spellcasting class for my first ever character, let alone a Wizard. I don't regret it so far, however. He's currently a Conjuration Wizard-5 / Fighter-1.
My first character is the one im still playing, in a Light of Xaryxis campaign: Arbitanix, the Blue Dragonborn Hexblade Warlock. Basically a combination of the Arbiter from Halo and Artanis from Starcraft. He lived with his clan on Toril worshipping their deity, an ancent slumbering Dragon spirit. One day his village got attacked by a bandit army, so he pleaded with the dragon to save them. The dragon (who i named Xelruthrax), offered a bargain: power to save his people, in exchange for service as his eyes and ears in the world, which he accepted, thus the pact was made. I flavour this as he got given level 20 powers to save his village, then when it was done and he had to leave to honour the pact these drained back down to starting level. Im honestly having a really fun time with him, we started atlevel 5 and 8 sessions in hes still going strong.
Hassan, human ranger with a hawk companion called Minqaar. There was a running joke in our group that Minqaar is stronger than Tiamat bc dice god was on it's side so it would land crits very frequently which, combined with brutal crits, meant that it would dish out a lot of damage. And it also landed a lot of final blows too. Minqaar had a lot of personality while Hassan didn't have any. Basicly this character was more about the hawk than the human, even the backstory revolved more around the hawk. I would tell the backstory but it's too complicated
My first and only DnD character was Lorenzo Conchillga realizzato en Ferro. A Tortle Battlesmith Artificer. We started at level 3 and he had a mechanical ram as his Steel Defender. He was something that I've wanted to play so badly. I really liked the Tortle race and fell in love with the Artificer. Only played 4 sessions before the game just dissolved but I had a blast playing him. He was a pretty well-balanced and tanky character. I did notice a few things I would like to change if I ever play that character again, mostly a tad more optimizations here and there nothing to the character himself just his kit. I would really like to play him again in an actual campaign, the game I was in was just going to be a one-shot with no more than 10 sessions or so.
Mine was a rogue halfling. No backstory except he lived in the forest and trapped. And then I went into Magic intiate warlock and yeah. He was pretty bland
My first character was Slacklar a human Wizard Necromancer he was an outcast and the local Mortician and rat hunter. His father had taught him magic and had left Slacklar a single fifth-level spell reanimate dead. His family wasn't allowed into the city often. But Slacklar had been due to him trapping rats and other vermin that caused issues to the town daily. Slacklar would then turn around with the same vermin selling the rats as fresh killed rabbits that he was also known to catch for his family. The townspeople never thought to ask about what he was selling for them to eat. He always sold his meat outside the town to all who traveled by anyone, not of the town got great rabbits to eat and those inside would be sold the rats and other vermin. His death came swiftly due to his trying to get a noble to talk to him about the quest to bring the group together. The DM killed him on-site and told me not to roll up another character. I was dead in the game and couldn't sit and enjoy the game with the other players, all of which agreed with the DM. I never played with that group again and eventually played with a better group of people and a crappy DM who did not know the game well. But he did become better as we played deep into the dungeon under Waterdeep AD&D 2nd Edition boxed set campaign.
Mine was a little gnome circle of the moon druid: Waldorf Skrimshaw.... he was made famous during the first campaign i played in for turning into a bear on a pirate ship after the party dropped stealth and intimidating 20+ pirates (as only a level 3 druid) to surrender by running down to the lower deck chasing a few of the ships crew. The crew that was down the stairs had a cannon pointed up and was going to fire it at me once the runners made it behind the cannon, but I had the higher initiative. While running down the stairs, I grappled one of the pirates and shoved his head into the cannon before it could go off, had to make 3 checks: A grapple, a dex check to not trip as a bear running down stairs, and a strength save to see if the cannon would blow my arm off. All three checks were successful and I ended up palming a very bloody cannonball infront of all of the poopdeck-pirates' backup as a green furred bear, needless to say they all promptly $#!t themselves and surrendered.... Still my single best dnd story ever. (Please if you use this for a video you can edit it to be more coherent bit i wanted to explain it as best i could)
My first character was a human fighter named ryuu, ik, basic, but he was fun to play. I got thrown in like, session 2 and basically took over a town guard that joined the party. First encounter our fire ganasi (hope I spelled it right) got turned against us or just lured, but at the end of the fight, ryuu (not knowing she's already free from the mind control) just bashes her over the head with a shield lol. Ended before we went to another town, but after another member made a beholder cry
Mine was a Tortle Rogue lvl 3 dualwielding shortswords and named Leonardo, yes it was a Ninja Turtle, yes it was fun. It was only a oneshot but nevertheless the most fun I had as a player, since I am the forever DM
First ever character was an Elf Wizard in AD&D 2nd edition. And that was it. There was no real backstory, as this was an introduction to the game for me and five other players who were playing for the first time. This is the only game ever where I went to level 17 (yes, the DM let us break racial level caps), to try it out. We were in charge of defending a city from an invading empire and were losing badly. Gloating, the enemy general summoned a powerful demon to destroy us. While everyone panicked, I stepped forward and banished the demon with the use of a Wish spell. This was the first and only time I casted Wish in DnD, and though it didn't win us the campaign, we all survived. I wish I had access to Wish once again in a DnD campaign.
High elf wizard called „Renkar“. He was a lawful good character and because I didn’t know any better I played him stereotypical a.e. He tried to help everywhere. He died because when we stood on an 11 kilometers tall giant statue to rescue a friend of ours, our dwarf monk fell down. Without even thinking my wizard jumped down and with some wonky rules of the DM casting Feather fall on our dwarf. Renkar died on impact while our dwarf monk fell into a ongoing battle in a war. With another nat 1 he landed right infront of the bbeg and died 2 rounds into combat
The first character I played was a half-elf ranger that was so generic he might as well have been from Generic Adventurers R' Us. I was able to grow him into a more well rounded character and he even showed up in a different campaign via DM.
Human Barbarian named Bill Filber. didn't make it to long because I throw a barrel at a monster and it was full of gun powder and the there was lit torches on the wall and more barrels of gun powder in the room. chain reaction into everyone rolling to see if they get out of the blast range. only the rogue who snuck to the rooms ahead before the throw happened survived
The setting took place in the northern territories of an Alexander Empire-esque encampment. The rest of the party was made up of political prisoners. Isren the Halfling Swashbuckler Noble, Thymus the Half-Orc Bard, and Urdock the Dwarf Warlock Builder. Then they meet my character, being a tall muscular Half-Orc Barbarian that was arrested for breaking a Lieutenant's arm in an arm wrestling contest. Thymus, because also Half-Orc: "So what would your name be?" Me: "....Keith." The table went silent. Urdock: "Nice to meet you Keith." He was born from an Orc Shaman mother that left him in the woods after giving birth to try and hide her pregnancy, because alcohol consumption did nothing. He was found by a couple that saw him being breastfed by an ape, but couldn't confirm if it was female or not. He was raised in a human orphanage, but was only taught in orcish "Don't harm the other children." and "Take me instead." He stayed with them until he was 14 although the other kids could stay until 18, where he stumbled upon the Barlog Tribe, a human bar hopping barbarian tribe. Basically the members were named after barbarians in popular media (Mentor was Dave, Bard was Conan, Chieftain was Korgoth, etc.) During the campaign, he would hook up with a viking tribe chieftain's daughter, travel in time to try undoing the arrest of the others, went through hell, finally got back in their time only to get split off from the rest of the party heading to the underdark, and finally married said chieftain's daughter. His last appearance was when playing his son, who was killed by a white dragon and reincarnated as a drow, where the DM had him killed offscreen because it was the only 'character development' he could think of. Before the campaign with him ended, he was almost a Dragon Marriage Counselor.
Jack, a dark elf knight, who's a jerk and allways beats up the elderly. It smokee way too much, to points he used the cigarette as a weapon. Searched on many towns We needed to stay hidden in forests cuz I was being searched LMAO
It would be cool if you could use some coloured text to signify the parts that are from the post and the parts that are entirely the narrator's own words! Maybe have an avatar of your own as well?
My first was a shifter, druid named Léo Lambul. we unfortunately never got very far in the campaign, but I really enjoyed him While it lasted. I’ll leave it here for now, but I do have more to share if people are intrested
Brian’s gonna love this one; My first campaign was actually Stars Without Number, but I had made a medieval character cuz I expected dnd lol. He was a red Dragonborn fighter named Styxx, after a book I read. I have no idea why but he also wore a giant sock monkey costume, for kicks. It actually did increase his armor class and he became known as the sock monkey for the four sessions he lasted in that campaign. He then appeared in a dnd campaign (minus the sock) where he lasted two sessions and his only noteworthy line was “I need a room for the night and your wife for an hour” before getting kicked out of an Inn to the tune of the party laughing hysterically. After that he showed up as a DMPC in my first full length campaign, that I was running, fun times. He ended up with an armor class around 26 as a battle master. After the campaign he became a fighting instructor focusing on defense and the slaying of giant monsters (because it’s badass). Funnily enough in the next campaign we had another Dragonborn fighter named Styxx, unrelated to the other one, they’d never even met. I played it entirely for laughs as he lasted one session before becoming a background character. Now the name Styxx is actually a title given to Dragonborn who have proven themselves in battle in a major way. Something like saving an entire city singlehandedly or becoming a recognized master of your combat style. We currently have three running around, the OG of defense, the second one mentioned who specializes in attacking and a third one who uses Rune magic in his combat style.
Half-elf druid named Jeri, me and my family played a dnd campaign with my dad as DM in 3.5e. I was six or seven and picked druid because I wanted a dog. My older brother played a human fighter, and my older sister played a halfling rogue. We were goin through a pretty standard bandit encampment, and my sister, not quite understanding how the game works, opens a door and throws her dagger at an enemy after my dad explains that this is a bad choice. My sister dies in a horrible manner before me or my brother can act. She rolls up another character while me and my brother fight some bandits, coming across a treasure trove at the end. I find an amulet that changes my animal companion into a wyvern, which makes me very sad at being deproved of my dog. I then try to roll another druid but my dad convinces me to play this druid until it dies. I decide to play aggressively, recklessly, and take levels in fighter at my father's suggestion. I dive into combat with a death wish, not even wearing armor most of the time. My scimitar became enchanted due to the ansurd amount of demons and elementals I killed with it. He once accidentally removed an entire encounter of a swarm of snakes with a well places flaming sphere from horseback. He refused healing at all points in the journey, only healing others and healing on rests. Jeri survived to level 17 before sacrificing himself to take out the BBEG, a 100 ft naga bent on drowning an entire city. RIP Jeri, my least/most favorite character.
Zymbeard the Gray a mountain dwarf with distant Duergar ancestry played him in the dragon of icespire peak module in the essentials kit He came from a Family of dragon hunters who weren't allowed to use the family name until they killed a dragon something Zymbeard had yet to do despite being one of the older members He also had an addiction to cheese Not much else to him Only played him for a few sessions before that campaign fell apart (Scheduling Issues)
I sincerely doubt this will ever be in a video, but... The first character that I made wasn't the first I played... sort of. He is a Human Ranger that wasn't merely based on my character from EverQuest but was actually the character. Lrbearclaw Twiceborn (pronounced "Elle Are Bear Claw"). Yes, I have used the same name since 2004. Now, Bear didn't see use the first time I made him (during 3.0), that w as a Human Fighter in a play-by-email that only lasted a couple messages. We shifted to play-by-post where I tried a Barbarian (all still 3.0). About 10 years later, I finally got to play at a table and brought Bear back and updated to 3.5. Dual longswords and had a Dire Rat pet named "Petey" (kudos if you know the reference) as he had been separated from his Peregrine Falcon due to the nature of his entrance to the game. Long story short, the campaign was inspired by 'The Tsubasa Chronicles' and so were all from different worlds and realities. Maybe I will tell that story some day...
A 27 year old blind tiefling warlock anarchist called Kentada ' Blade' Nightingale, of whom practically owned the ranger's wolf named Alexis, all of his weapons were +6, spear, +6, 3 daggers, +6, light crossbow, +6. He got knocked out, not dead, in under the first 5 minutes cause he was trying to drink a puddle of half orc blood in a bar fight, it a guy so hard in the dick with his spear that they died, bought a flask of red wine for 10 gp, intimidated someone behind a wooden door so well that they didn't even need to speak, and tried to steal a cloak and a fiddle of a corpse and fail. His parents were ill and died in a house fire while he was sketching and writing outside, he went to the nearest guards when he saw the fire, explained what he saw, they didn't listen, he went back to the burning home and saw his parents' charred bodies. He wasn't even 6 at the time. He took his father's beige trenchcoat that was still salvageable, ran to the nearest town, trained with spears and started to build a name for himself, 'The Black Bloody Blade' they called him. He eventually started seeing a figure wherever he went, it, Myrkul, met Kentada and proposed a deal for him to be his warlock and tada would be owed a favour. He said no, Myrkul didn't like that and forced him to be his warlock, turning him into a pitch black skinned tiefling with white eyes and silver hair. At that time he was 16 so, he continued being a merc and eventually got hired to kill the Lord of Waterdeep. He sleeps during the day and loves pets, he, sadly, has main character syndrome and has panic attacks often, Myrkul had his symbol scarred on his back and uses his spear as a cane to walk with. Coffee addicted gremlin child, how I love you
I haven't played dnd yet but I'm going to have my first character be a locatha with the class artificer so I can use a bag of holding to carry water for him to breath with.
Michael Shankington, a L/E human Warlock who was a defense attorney attempting to defend the murder hobos in the party from the king's justice they deserved. My cousin was DMing a game and asked if I could help by playing a NPC for her. One of the players (who wasn't actually one of the accused funnily enough) was a Fiend Pact Warlock who contacted his patron for help, who sent him a lawyer. After meeting with his clients and discussing the upcoming murder case, Michael set out to gather some "discovery" of his own. Conviently enough, all 3 party members were found not guilty when none of the Crown's witnesses appeared for testimony (or ever seen again) and the murder weapons allegedly used were "misplaced" in evidence. No idea how any of that happened... 😙
A Dwarf Fighter in AD&D who tanked a f**king Mummy at level 2 party for the party. No one died and we killed it because the town was nice enough to spot us silver weapons for the dungeon when we returned for a resupply run. Played him like a grumpy duelist until the campaign ended way too soon.
Jasper, Half-Orc Folk Hero Barbarian & major flirt. What started as simple flirting to sell beer at a fair quickly escalated into her becoming a full Futurama Amazon. Her success at 'flirt checks', despite her low Charisma, earned her a special bonus for them. This was best utilized when, through repeated successful flirt checks, she managed to chase off a pair of Evangelist Paladins using the power of sheer discomfort.
A Female, Human, Barbarian called Karen, and yes, the whole gimmick was she was the Karen Meme in D&D. She didn't last too long as she dove through a portal to save her life.
Around 2020 I started with my first and still running DnD group! my character is a dwarvish Oath of Vengeance Paladin, and shes still alive!! 4 years into a heavily modified and homebrewed Curse of Strahd campaign, recently multiclassed into Sorceror :) Im supremely lucky to have my group of friends and DM... they are awesome!
Harry Seraphim, a Level 15 Human Fighter for a Battle Royale oneshot. He had a total of three turns, and ALL of them made the entire table love him.
First, he rolled a nat 1 on Initiative. Next, he got teleported from one side of the arena to the other, right in front of another player. Harry didn’t want to fight, but a voice in his head was telling him to. His response? Slap himself in the face. He took 7 damage, but the voices stopped. Satisfied, Harry turned around and walked away.
Next round, the same player stabbed Harry in the back. Harry turned around, and gave him an earful in an in-character discussion. Eventually they decided to forgive each other. Harry then proceeded to be hit by a lightning-based attack, a laser, and Command spell “GROVEL” all in the same turn. He took over 100 damage and was close to death.
On Harry’s second turn, he scoffed at the damage, walked towards a wall, then fell to his knees, wailing in pain.
At this point, the other players decided to form an alliance to try and break free from the colosseum they were trapped in. They started attacking the audience and causing mischief.
Eventually, the BBEG decided to show themself, and the players began beating them down.
The BBEG was low on health, it was Harry’s third, and final turn. He turned, seeing the one responsible for his suffering, BACKFLIPPED towards them, then used Great Axe three times in succession in a Z formation.
I rolled really high, high enough for the DM to allow me to describe the BBEG’s death in detail.
And thus, Harry became a legend in our group, and people constantly reference him in our main campaign.
Blue dragonborn called "I'm Blue" backwards. He never died but the campaign ended. He also used his breath weapon to kill the whole population of fish in a river. Since that time i only made blue dragonborn character's so i technically never played a different species
Pathfinder but:
Tiefling Magus, originally was going to use a barbed chain as his weapon... got swapped out for a Rapier when the table realized why that wouldn't work at lvl 1.
He spoke more eloquently than I do, which created some funny moments at my expense when I couldn't keep it up.
He actually did decently well but everybody, even the DM, was new to Pathfinder and our first few games didn't last long... either TPKs or rebooting for some reason or another.
We eventually got things going pretty well but never played Tiefling or Magister after that... I really should give those choices another go.
Small kenku druid called "Snickles". Curious little fella. Never had the rule to use mimicry to talk, so he had his own voice.
Artificer Goblin Named Junkoblin the Goblin (Playing another one rn named Geeper Gompin) He had the power to turn items into other items, like sand into gunpowder, and rocks into capsule for explosives and stuff. His best feat by far was killing a False Hydra by himself.
I wonder if Mr Ripper remembers him.
ADHD Dragonborn Wizard. Never gave them a name, but in the course of the 3 hour one-shot I played them in, they:
>Threw the Party's Monk at a chest. No reason, just thought it'd be funny
>Tried to fool an evil Wizard, ended up almost killing the entire party after said evil Wizard summoned three stupidly powerful Mimics as punishment
>Attempted to steal a magic item from an animated statue because "It looked cool" and "I was gonna give it back, I swear"
>On multiple occasions, threw their dagger and cast Catapult on it in midair for higher damage, literally never hit anything
>Used pocket sand to blind a Mimic and run away
God, I loved that character so much.
I love my first character, Zane a Tiefling bard that my friend helped me create. I had a lot of fun role playing the character. Especially since back in those days I was actually the quiet person in my friend group so they were really surprised to see me actually really break out of shell to really play the character. This character really got me into role-playing games so it has a special place in my heart.
My first character was a tiefling warlock with ptsd. Pretty basic stuff. The funny part is that since it was my first character, I was not familiar with the races and my friend who played dnd before (our whole party were first timers except for him) had to explain them quickly. I have no clue how it happened but I misunderstood him and thought that tieflings were humanoid lizards. Now imagine yourself: a green tiefling with orange hair, yellow eyes and a tail…
When Baldurs Gate 3 dropped I tried to recreate that character and it looked even worse than I imagined.
The first character I ever created was a White Dragonborn Noble Baroness named Vaaris Thaqorell. She was kind and sweet, naive about the world, really. She had an older brother who was of marrying age and was the Wise one of the two. They were close and were rarely separated from each other except for certain lessons.
One morning, she woke to screams filling the mansion. She found her family being slaughtered by Goblins. On instinct, she grabbed an axe out of her dead Father's head and started fighting. She soon realized that they weren't ordinary Goblins, but Undead Goblins (her Breath Weapon really worked wonders on them!). She fought her way to the courtyard to find her Brother fighting off the one leading these creatures: A Witch called Belladonna. Belladonna had come to offer her hand in marrage to her Brother but was rejected only because he believed she deserved better than a Baron who most likely will be too busy with his duties to see her as much as Belladonna wanted and persisted.
She didn't take the rejection well.
In revenge, she had her Undead Goblins slaughter the family. She admitted she only wished to marry him for his money and power and was planning on killing him in an "accident" after having him sign over everything the family owns to her. Knowing she can't defeat both my Character and her Brother, she cursed the brother into the form of a white Owl saying: "If you're so *Wise*, you should look like it!" before disappearing.
My poor Dragonborn was left an orphan with a cursed brother. She felt rage fill her over all this and swore to hunt Belladonna and all like her down to avenge her family and find a way to break the curse on her brother, who travels with her as a companion! The problem is, smart as she is, she doesn't know much of the world outside her home and gets lost and distracted easily (I gave her intense ADD and ADHD like I have). I played her like she was... well... myself... only with muscles and scales, and, unlike me, can wield an axe like a pro.
Gave her a thing for bad Dad jokes, though.
I did it because my brother and his friends, who were in the campaign with me, were feeling sad about something that happened earlier that week and just told the DM "I would like to tell a random Dad Joke." while our characters were heading back from a heist with a pet Kolbold on a leash. [DON'T ASK!]
DM: Ummm.... Ok, roll me Charisma.
Me: *rolls with my tongue sticking out the side of my mouth* 18 plus 2. So a Dirty 20.
DM: *Sighs and nods* Ok. Go ahead...
Me: Ok, so a man in a panic said to a Cleric, "Help! I think I'm shrinking!" And the Cleric replied, "Settle down! You need to learn to be a little patient." *presses drum riff sound button on phone*
It was so dumb that everyone loved it, and I kept bringing new jokes every session.
Unfortunately, we never finished the campaign. Last time we saw Vaaris was when she was stepping out of a carriage in an ornate ball gown with the rest of her group to infiltrate a Ball an High Elf Earl that was hosting. The Earl was the groups main suspect in the weird incidents happening around the city involving some paranormal things going on the same time every day. Like in certain parts of the city, items would fly chaotically around the room, and in other parts, people's clothing and armor would walk around or attack people [Think Disney's Bedknobs and Broomsticks Substitutiary Locomotion. Under appreciated movie, really].
TL;DR Dragonborn Baroness with a fierce fighting spirit and a taste for bad jokes seeks revenge without knowing how to avenge.
Dang thats complex, mine as I was as new as you can be to DnD, to points I never heard about it, i made a simple one.
But kept my dark humor essence.
Jack, the granny kicker.
A dark elf knight that smoked way too much to points I'd use the cigarrette as weapon and beat and rob the elderly, even for fun.
I ended up being searched in all nearby towns, and we had to run to forests lmao
First, but it was fun as hell
Lol, absolutely not assuming it was intended that way, but that witch part of the backstory is the quintessential "nice guy vs evil greedy woman who just wants his money" type story incels like to tell each other to justify hating women lmao
Yeah, Bedknobs and Broomsticks really IS underappreciated.
Silethal a half-elf wood elf. He had a dire wolf companion whom he saved from a hunters trap named Grim and has basically lived his entire life in the woods just him and Grim. His village was destroyed in an Orc raid when he was young. I had to leave the campaign after a bit due to my schedule but it kept going for a bit after.
First ever dnd character I ever played was a human wizard in GURPS (the character sheet was already premade and given to me to play) and this was around either the first quarter of 2014 or 2015 (I for the life of me can't remember exactly when it was). Sadly my Wizard met a very premature end less then 10 minutes into the season by a rain of arrows that I couldn't avoid by any means (insert 300 movie death scene here).
After that Death I Legit gaslighted myself into thinking both that death was my fault and that I suck at playing as spellcasters and proceeded to avoid playing as them for about a year.
My first game (sadly my last) my character was a half orc barbarian named THUG who’s entire personality was based on a joke that THUG was dancing to the radio playing in the background with a roast boar named Alice. A food lover in literally name treating food as people with names. But It was a Halloween one shot so all the food I’ve been eating was people and I had a Darth Vader moment when realising the half chewed Alice died in his arms “ ALICE NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!”
( still don’t know which was more upsetting, that she died or was never food!?) in combat I was terrible but story wise the other players loved my character to the point even when I had to leave the game early they wanted to revive Alice for me.
A white dragonborn who only revealed his first name after the party had returned from their adventure, greeted by his little brother. He almost ended up dying to a saliva monster, but I had luckily succeeded three death saves. Although, I never really used him again.
(BTW his name was Draco Frostwing, and his little brother was named Dren.)
First character, I ever put on paper Maxis the Copper Dragonborn Paladin that used a great sword, but the campaign never made it past session 0.
First character I ever got to play Drogmir Copper Dragonborn Paladin that dual wielded Warhammers, Matt campaign fell apart at level 10 but I have since brought him back for a level 16 one shot and he is a retired level 20 adventurer in my own campaign.
(Edit: the first one was made in late 2014 early 2015 and the second was made and played in 2021. I had forgotten about my original character until I was digging through old stuff getting my ready for my friend’s homebrew pirate campaign and all I could do is laugh that despite forgetting about that original character after all that time he sorta lived on.)
The very very first was a human ranger named Finn Forrestwalker for an Innistrad game. But that was only three sessions or so. My first long term character was a tiefling rogue (and eventually cleric multiclass) named Regulus Venge. He was a slave who had accidentally begun a revolt when he killed one of his master’s men. Turned to spending his life freeing slaves.
3.5 edition human sorcerer. Killed by an Ettin. I was 14 and my favorite part of the campaign was when the party entered an abandoned temple and there was a pool of tar in the center. One of my brothers who was a dwarf fighter thought it was a great idea to go in the tar to avoid the skeletons and zombies that were roaming on the side of pool and skeletons popped out of the tar, pretty much surrounding the fighter. In my infinite wisdom, i set the tar on fire to try and save him.
You were a sorcerer, the elements were at your beck and call. Not your fault he was chest deep in flammable goo.
Regarding "Brother Job", he sure lived up to a version of his namesake, since he jobbed in his very first combat.
Lionel Braveshell; a one-armed tortle druid with the circle of spores subclass. His symbiotic entity ability lets him grow a thorn-covered blade of wood over his missing arm, as well as a sturdy mask for protection (kind of like Iron Man). Easily one of my favorite designs I’ve done for a character.
Brother Gruzzug goblin tempest cleric. His tribe tried raid a monastery but he was captured and forced to convert to valkur worship
Alaric, the Tiefling Druid circle of wildfire, that thru the whole campaign (6 sessions) never wild shaped. He didnt have a backstory but he wore a wooden mask that he couldnt take off, also he had a Sickle and used Flame Blade religiously. (the campaign was lvls 3-6) I didnt know Shadow Blade existed but it fit with him so yes. Also i didnt know i could summon a fire spirit using my wild shape so thats nice
Mountain Dwarf, Totem Warrior Barbarian.
Thorrn Pyrite! He has a handaxe stuck in the right side of his head. And also has amnesia do to it! He hates magic with a burning passion and will gladly change into a fireball, if it means he can kill the spell cast behind it.
He was the jolly guy in the group and was fun to be with. [Or so everyone said]
A half-elf named Sparrow. Back when I started roleplaying with my friends online in late 2020, in our first campaign I played what I now understand to be ranger/sorcerer multiclass. Sparrow was sort of the party's alarm dog and utility belt with all the weirdly convenient sht I pulled during combat and whenever he was out of options he would go for low blows regardless of who the opponent was
In 2017 I started following D&D shows and had fallen in love with the idea of Tieflings, back before they became much more accepted nowadays. It wasn’t until the pandemic where I played my first character who I had though up for a long time: a Tiefling VeneancePaladin who was a cult experiment and taken in by a clergy before the cult came and demolished it many years later. I designed her armor sorta like a mix between Berserker Lancelot from Fate and Guts from Berserk, but with a very docile personality outside of combat-in combat, though, she’s a monster and goes flying off the rails. She was very self conscious about the way she looked and felt like she was a freak, so she pitched down her voice to sound like a man and never let anyone see her face until she felt she could trust her party.
I still bring her out sparingly if her story would suit the campaign, and her personality has evolved a lot over the years.
Sir Z, a half elf half human knight who I played in a Dark Fantasy game. Pretty much his parents are farmers, with his father having been a former knight of the realm while his mother was an elven spell caster and they fell in love after the former was helping the latter recover from some injuries she had recieved. And Z discovered his talent for the blade after having had helped his father kill some bandits which attacked the farm.
After he went off to become a Knight. Did so and became the head of the guard for House Corb which was lead by a fellow PC whose character was Lady Piscia.
However, it was while we were fighting the Dark Fae ring leader of a travelling carnival that a TPK occured. As the Ring Leader pulled out a Horn of the Wild hunt and just summoned an Ancient Warrior that killed us due to how our madman of a noble, Dorian, failed to mention the dragon that broke out of the ground and flew off to the Ancient Warror so that he can hunt the beast. Of course, our of character there was a bit more to what was happening.
As everyone, both the players and the GM, had forgotten about the Fae Lion that can Teleport which I befriended. While the GM had also overestimated us due to how our treasure hunt in a desert across the ocean went very well, so he gave the Ring Master the Horn of the Wild hunt.
Nevertheless, my first campaign had some great moments while learning some lessons. With the most important lesson being TO NOT SPLIT THE PARTY. Almost got killed by demon clown name Chuckles because of that. Thankfully the dragon I mention earlier ate him.
Back in 1980, I learned to play with the blue box. I played a fighter named Bruno the fighter. Yes, I stole the name from Bruno the Battler from the rule book.
Our first adventure was In Search of the Unknown… and we all died. We didn’t realize that leaving the dungeon was an option. Oh boy were we dumb.
My first PC was Daphne, the homebrew skunk horse chimera Druid for a Rime of the Frostmaiden campaign.
The DM was super awesome and when I said 'hey, skunks are my favorite animal, mind if I homebrew something?' And he was like 'sure.' He even let me have free uses of Wild Shape solely for instances when being a horse would be too big to progress with the party.
Daphne was created by an evil Aarakocra Witch named Lunan as the prototype for sapient chimeras she wanted to be the commanders of a massive army of chimeric monsters (it was kinda her entire deal). However, Daphne turned out to be too kind for that, and Lunan heavily abused her. Fortunately, Daphne was rescued by the Druid of an adventuring party who defeated (though unfortunately didn't kill Lunan), who raised her as his own daughter.
She joined the party when her father brought her to town in order for her to get out, see the world, and become stronger so she could one day no longer fear Lunan coming back for her. She started out as a Circle of the Shepherd Druid, but we realized our party was bigger than usual and having a Druid who's entire thing is being a summoner would kinda bog down combat, even if I limited myself solely to summoning one higher CR monster instead of swarms of others. So I switched to Circle of the Land (Mountain). We actually worked it into her character development, as Daphne had become confident enough to use her own power, so I made her summons as 'retainers' provided by her Primal Companion. Who as it had long been revealed to be, the avatar of the Archfey who Daphne at one point befriended named Toxine, and had lended her fey protectors until she gained her own strength.
She'd later multiclass into Divine Soul Sorcerer, which manifested as her awakening Kirin blood in her chimeric nature and growing a horn and scales.
She was also decidedly the Heart of the party and the party absolutely adored her.
Nikolai Smith, a monk who is allergic to pie
My first ever D&D character, created I think when 4e was the main thing, but the group of players I was with, used 3.5e instead. His name was Exxor Dawnshield. Hound Archon paladin from a world well outside the realms of D&D, serving a deity that was of the DM's making. His first ever encounter was with a gelatinous cube, and very fortunately, none of our characters died during this encounter, nor even was struck. We managed to defeat it by opening up a drain hole in the corridor that it was creeping through. To this day, I still have him, he's still alive. I have a new continuity of him though, the previous one his faith was shook and destroyed, and was infected with lycanthropy.
Eiron Antien , a half elf ranger. He was my first and I still play him today as he's evovved over the years from being a generic lame character to one whose become more mature and intelligent to the situation pulling off feats of amazement to protect his party. He was played as a half elf who grew up bullied in water deep and had a distrust of everyone but over the years he learned to terust his party and that his party mates truely were his friends so he now only trusts them.
Sigurd was his name. A standard human variant fighter. He had the Alert feat. He was a veteran of a war that left him filled with severe comical PTSD. His triggers were goblins, drow, and near death experiences. Whenever he was triggered he would drop his bow and pull out his halberd and go running recklessly into battle. He often needed to be held back by his friends when they adopted a goblin (named Boblin) into the party. As im sure you can imagine, he did not survive long do to this quirk of his.
This character was created during the summer of 2011. The year I graduated high school. Dallas, a human bounty hunter who got sidetracked from one of his bounty hunting missions and joined a group of adventurers, thinking he’ll get a bigger pay when it’s over. He was also the adventuring party’s Red Shirt (Got tackled by a Minotaur. The same one that he accidentally woke up and escaped from. But as he celebrated for having some hit points left, he triggered a trap and fell down a platform and got impaled by a spike). We were all laughing because our DM is a complete wild card. Both as a DM and as a person in general.
(I was also the group’s red shirt in the oneshot we played after this one). Much funnier death than my first character.
A My Little Pony-themed campaign, where we all had to play as races from the series.
I was a unicorn named Gold Digger.
We never got very far, and the last session I remember having ended with some statues in a tomb coming to life.
Kye, a Half-Elf (sometimes Human or Elf) genderfluid Bard. They're an absolute coward, deserted from the army and is now accompanying adventurers on their travels, just so she can make up better stories of how he has once slain ten adult red dragons all by himself (or something). Their signature spell was Dissonant Whispers, aka "screaming in terror until every enemy is dead". The specifics of her race and gender were at all times "whatever makes the best story". I still like bringing him back every now and then, and in fact I have an upcoming oneshot where I'm gonna play them again.
Mine was a Human Fighter. I know BORING! but hey this was back in 1978. It was a one shot. Unfortunately we didn't get to finish due to real-life interruptions.
My first ever character was Dean the Human Ranger, who is famously known for… dying from his own weapon trying to hit a rat.
Henry the Homeschooled Dragonborn Paladin.
I didnt want him to have a tragic backstory because I knew that a super common trope. He had a loving family and just wanted to go out a explore the world and make a difference, despite being halfway between Qui-Gon Jinn and Jar Jar Binks in his ability to interact with others.
Niccolo Scriabin, human bard with magic Initiate and eventually levels in Warlock. Sold his soil for skill with the violin, much like (one of) his namesake(s), Niccolo Paganini.
First ever character that I actually played was a light cleric warforged named Styx. He was made for a one-shot run by my ex-group to introduce me to the game back in late 2022. What little backstory he had was that he was a decommissioned maintenance unit or something that was granted new life by a light god, giving him the mission of "illuminating the darkest corners of the world." Well, Styx, in all his newly conscious wisdom, misinterpreted this message to literally be,"light up any dark areas you find." So his main quirk was that he would cast the Light cantrip anywhere with dim or lower light. Low lit dive bar? Dark closet? Unlit corner of a child's bedroom? Best believe he is slapping Light in there.
Felix Balor, a level 13 Tiefling Rogue for a homebrew campaign from the DM. I wasn't taught DnD properly and the DM improvised every single little thing that happened during sessions, with probably like 0 planning made other than the setting itself.
I personally loved it because shit was chaotic in a good way every session, but it is what caused the campaign to die in the end.
He never got to the end however, as while trying to fight Disney Hades himself (who Felix freed using his wild magic dagger, blessed by Bahamut himself, which took magic from everything it touched and also his soul if there wasn't any magic around--) he ended up cut in half by him.
He in the end saved his party who ventured to the Underworld to get him and came across a large ghost Michael Jackson (Don't ask) which he jumped down on and sailed into the void with in the end through the multiple floors of the building where he finally meets his "demise".
My first character was a Variant Human (I jokingly referred to him as a mutt human) Assassin Rogue named Johnny Faustous, he was a slight riff on John Constantine though that changed later on. He was for a Lost mine of Phandelver game, his hole backstory was that he was doing a job before the red brands jumped him and pulled a New Vegas styled "the game was rigged from the start" and was dug up by the party on their way to Phandelin
My first ever character was Thibbledorf Pwent, a troll Slayer in a Warhammer Fantasy campaign. I was a sleep deprived, alcoholic, suicidal maniac, it was great.
Yes I stole the name from R.A Salvatore.
Were you also a member of Clan battlehammer?
@billcox8870 Unfortunately not 😂
@@Ballodsofthebold unfortunate
Orik Thalsson. A grave domain cleric of kelemvor, he tamed an umber hulk after 3 successive Nat 20s and used him as a mount and combat companion, his name was Alphonse. Didn’t get to play him as long as I’d have liked because the world went into lockdowns, but I will always remember my pragmatic, crotchety badass.
My first character was a Tabaxi Gloomstalker by the name of Fleet. He was searching for his twin sister who had disappeared a few years prior. He had two jokes: he was very fast and a total coward. Amazing how far those two jokes could take him
Haxora Lanxal, a copper Dragonborn ranger who was protecting her civilization so her daughter could be kept safe
I never played her 💀
My first character I actually got to play was named Tharik. He was a middle-aged tiefling inquisitor (Pathfinder 1e, Spellbreaker + Sanctified Slayer Archetypes). I got to play that character for several years irl. Tharik reached level 16 before he had his memories stolen (Plot point our DM made, which had a saving throw. Everyone but another player failed, but I volunteered to join my fellow player.) dropped back to level 1 and eventually had it back to level 15 before the campaign was fell apart and rapid up in some 2 minutes.
I was big into dragons dogma and lotr so i made a female blue tabaxi sabertooth cougar mix with the bounty hunter bg called Mirja Gryphthorn. Her deal is she was to be married to a adopted noble son when she and her fiance came of age, when the night came her home was raided by a mass army of orcs and drow were she and her husband both died, but instead of being in the afterlife with her husband she apeared in the shadowfell infront of a massive half shadow dragon who gave her the chance to "take up arms" against those that wronged her, and went as far to show the faces of those that betrayed her and her family and in exchange she was tasked to go after his enemies and free him from the shadowfell all in the price of her own beating heart, now she roams with a aasimar and a elf as a ageless heartless woman whom as time passes and her power grows (leveling up) she becomes more draconic like her patron (we started at lvl 3 so i went. First level fighter and 2 in warlock.. we didnt get past session 2 or 3 due to the irl scheduling issues between the four of us)
Red dragonborn rogue. Very crafty and resourceful.
Used my fire breath to heat up ball bearings for my slingshot ammo.
That’s about all I can remember
An Aarakocra druid who cast the thunderclap cantrip by clapping his cheeks
I, uh, I dread to ask...
My first ever character was a high elf druid made at level 6 that was cursed to be a toddler but never die of old age. One time I was trying to buy a magic item, can't remember what it was but I was really low on gold and the DM let me roll history to see if I knew anyone in his family. Nat 20 , I then canonically was his father's best friend, and I got it for free.
Warforged cleric who’s pure of heart, dumb of ass. party’s medic. Still active in ongoing/on hiatus campaign.
Initially built as a military field medic, was discharged for being chummy with the enemies too often, was supposed to be decommissioned, but his creator sent him to another part of the world instead. He ended up making a group of friends who introduced him to the church of Apollo, who saw his potential to help and mend, and bestowed him with a touch of life domain clerical power, and sent him off on his first sacred mission, to save the feywilds from a trio of hags. (Yeah it’s the witchlight carnival preset campaign)
A Human Oath of Redemption Paladin named Ewain Deathwen.
Condemned for helping a Lich when he was younger, Ewain Deithwen began following Ilmater and redeemed himself by helping defeat a dark angel who sought to destroy the world
My first character was made 2 weeks ago. I’m a Warforged Fighter who is subclassed as a Psionic Warrior. The DM of our homebrew play-through is helping me make the back story as we play. I joined when the party was level 4 and was just about to begin a boss fight with an ancient wizard who had transferred his soul into armor. My backstory from this is that the wizard had been tasked by some evil group to make warforgeds as soldiers for their army. I however was deactivated due to having a personality. Due to this I have a bit of a grudge against magic.
“Omega”(I use the Ancient Greek alphabet when I can’t come up with anything good), a Half-Elf Collage of Valor Bard(3rd lvl at creation), built entirely around support(his offensive options: Viscous Mockery, stab w/rapier, or bash over the head w/ukulele.). Nearly died a couple times, before a TPK(which, incredibly, wasn’t actually Total) at 5th lvl. Poor guy lost his original rapier to a magically animating statue(long story), wasn’t present for the first half of the first dungeon the party explored, *was* present for the bandit camp debacle(longer story), was nearly incinerated by the party’s (perpetually drunk) monk who was trying(and, thankfully I suppose, successfully) to kill a mimic, luckily he ended up with a few hit points left and was able to heal the rogue, who hadn’t been quite so fortunate. Fought a gladiator, was (along with all but one party member) nearly killed by a bunch of half-dragon-piercers(thank goodness for healer’s kits), and was shortly thereafter killed, along with every member of the party(except for the Barbarian), at the hands(claws? Talons? Whatever) of an Ancient White Dragon. Still have the character sheet… somewhere.
My first rpg character was a bastard of a man named Donald Keedik. He was my play on the edgy rogue that was taken from his orphanage as a child and raised as the perfect assassin. While it was true that he was taken in by the assassins and they gave him all the best training, he was terrible at being an assassin. He was on the other hand, an outstanding liar and an unpredictable menace of a bard. I had themed all of my bard skills as being a type of offshoot assassins' trick or feat and he would just bluff his way through assassinations. Surprisingly we went from level 1-10 with him until the game ended and he never died. He thought he was a master infiltrator even though I voiced him like Doug Dimmadome, even when he was in disguise.
Made a Tortle named Kell with 1 level in Barbarian and the rest in Echo Knight Fighter. He was outcasted from his home due to him having an uncontrollable rage. He travelled aimlessly until he was attacked by bandits one day, and while he bested them after going into rage, he was mortally wounded. He accepted his inevitable fate but next time he woke, he was in a village of elves. Taken in by a man named Xildaen, he was grateful but afraid of what he might do so he was quick to prepare his departure, until Xildaen told him to stay and that he'd train him to control that anger. He rose the ranks within their Hunters while also training to fight in a way where he'd never have to rely on his anger. The village community was created around an avatar of the Pale Tree and it was filled with other "strays" with nowhere to go. There was an elf amongst their hunters who despised all of the "strays", especially Kell as he rose the ranks very quickly under the guidance of the man who brought him in. So this elf decided he'd kill him as the start of a mission to "purify" their community. Kell showed up and faced him with other hunters. As the battle went on, people dropped one by one and Kell had enough, awakening his rage and slaughtering him. But he couldn't take the shame of resorting to it and murdering (in his eyes) one of the people who took him in. Xildaen told Kell he would be welcome back regardless of his rage, but Kell was determined to master it. So Xildaen gave him his Elven Twinblade and told him to return it once he came back home. This was in a Netherdeep module and it kinda slapped as my first true campaign.
Half Elf Bard, he died second session to poison damage from some lizard folk arrows. Our party had no healer or plans to resurrect him…
I was the DM for my very first time playing. We used the Basic red box set from 1971. My party consisted of
"Chewbacca". I think he was a fighter.
"Hugh Hefner". I think I remember him being an elf.
"Crackhead the Chaotic Dwarf". You had to say the whole thing.
I was 12. I am not making this up.
I had the blue Basic D&D boxed set. My Dad bought it for me as a present, and I had no idea where to go to find others to play with.
Rolling up a character RAW sucked, so I made a dozen. The group I eventually joined was using the PHB, so the first I actually played was a half elf mage/thief I called Estel/Hope (having read LotR a few years earlier). My back up character was Aerick the generic cleric.
Cries in forever DM
My first was a human evocation wizard
Who was in serious debt from wizard school and his entire adventuring career was just him trying to pay off the debt (which had high interest rates) till he snapped and blew up the bank. Was fun playing a guy slowly decending into madness and becoming the villain
First character was the all original idea of Half-elf Ranger. There was another Half-elf Ranger in the party so it was decided that I was actually only 1/4 elf and he was 3/4 elf.
My first character was a fighter, who didn't last more than an hour lol. One of my friends had a brother with a friend who was learning 3.5 at the time. My two friends and I rolled up characters and he DM'd for us. We were in a coliseum, had a fight and then a riot broke out we were supposed to use as cover to escape. Under the coliseum was an aquaduct/sewer that we dropped in to... Cue my first skill check as a level 1 fighter....swim check, and I rolled a natural 1. Due to the plate armor my character had, he jumped in and promptly sank to the bottom, drowned before my friends could figure out how to save me, and I had no weapon (because I dropped it falling in) to cut the leather straps with to save myself. First lesson in knowing your character sheet really well, and understanding that your gear can be a biiiiig hindrance to survival.
My wife's first character is still going in the campaign I'm running for her and some friends from acting we have. She wanted to play a unicorn , but I didn't want her to be OP right out of the gate, so I helped her right a backstory reason for her character being "nerfed" by his own kind to make it playable until higher level. Her character is a "cursed" unicorn, sent by his herd along with 19 other young unicorns to find an astral unicorn (her characters best friend) that vanished mysteriously from the feywilde right after Titania opened the borders of the Feywilde after receiving news the Spell plague had ended. The young unicorns were "cursed" with a modified banishment spell that made them human for all intents and purposes. The curse will naturally break after their magic gets strong enough, which is also why the adults of the herd couldn't use it to the same effect. Since they had no idea why or how his friend was taken, they felt it was safer to send the teenagers in disguise, since they didn't want to risk the kidnappers gaining more unicorns with more potent magic. At level 5 I had her start rolling a D20, and she has to roll in a certain range to break the curse. Basically, each time they level, the DC drops by 4 (16-20 at level 5, and so on) to end the curse so he regains his unicorn form and access to his racial bonuses and such. Her group is currently level 6 and the character is still stuck as a human, much to her chagrin, especially since both times she's gotten to roll, she misses the cutoff by 1. If they reach level 10 the curse will automatically break, though I doubt it will take that long... I already have other plans for how it might break once the character finds his missing "friend". *Queue evil DM laughter*
My FIRST dnd character was a homebrewed Myconid Druid that left the hivemind to become an adventurer
Lewis Dulcet was my first character, a human bard that is being hunted down by his former best friend for accidentally burning down their house while their family was inside and running away. I only got to play him for 3 sessions and used him once in combat, our campaign stopped cause of scheduling issues but, the DM wants to restart it so hopefully I can play him and have some fun or funny moments to look back on in the future
My first ever character was a flaming ginger hyperreligious dwarf cleric who quoted and misquoted the holy scriptures of his deity with and ESPECIALLY without rhyme or reason, like a certain demographic of americans lmao
He was only there for a little unserious oneshot where he tried to attack with his two-handed hammer twice, rolling nat 1s both times and losing the hammer to it slipping out of his hands and getting flung into a pit during windup.
I haven't played much of DnD since, but rn I really want to play a wood elf/tiefling beastmaster ranger themed entirely around snakes with a big snake as their beast (it's actually bigger than the required medium size, but otherwise it's stats are right on par with other ranger beasts, so just need to ask the DM who's a friend of mine, also, it's a ranger lol, they need just about any help they can get)
Bife nomefalson (means something like "steak fakenameson"), was an orc barbarian, classic stupid but not because he was dumb, just never recieved education, also never lived in society, so it was funny to see his reaction to things like oil lamps, trains, etc, he was actualy very calm, and didn't understood feelings, still reference him in every campaign i DM
Lmao sounds brazilian
14 year old human paladin in a hijink of the week monastery orphanage setting where we were all kids. More of a serial comedy than an adventure.
so my DM was awesome for this, my first character was a literal sentient marble golem barbarian called MG, they were for most of the time out of combat a hovering marble ball with a big red gem for an eye but had the ability too form a 16 ft tall human-ish shaped body for about 1 minute at a time, he liked shiny things and could devour souls of those he killed (if he rolled well enough), the funny thing is he screamed like R2-D2 and refused to use weapons or armor and only punch people, this was the first time playing dnd for a lot of players in this campaign so it was a little chaotic, but it also gave rise to the greatest npc ever, bob the legend (bob the boblin) the most powerful thing ever (but thats a story for another time), MG will always be my favourite memory of my beginning with dnd XD
Percival Nikolai Diodore! a variant human Tempest Cleric whom I have been playing for over a year now.
He was born in a tribe of Lokatha and humans that travel along the coast of the continent, following schools of fish.
As a child he was chosen by Eadro (lokathas God and creator) to become one of his clerics.
While writing this he is at level 13, he is the secondary tank of the party (20 AC), avoided a TPK, has done more damage than he has healed, and has helped to stop the reincarnation of Myrkul.
Can't wait for the next session :D
Started playing in my first campaign about 8 months ago, and the character that I made for my first ever forray into D&D is a Half-Elf Wizard, named Matthew Közahr.
I'mma be honest, I didn't know what I was getting into when choosing to play a spellcasting class for my first ever character, let alone a Wizard. I don't regret it so far, however.
He's currently a Conjuration Wizard-5 / Fighter-1.
My first was more than a decade ago. A chaotic good gnome sorcerer and generally helpful guy with a crossbow named Mur Der because I was like 13.
A human male fighter, merc with a mouth named Billy Badass!
My first character is the one im still playing, in a Light of Xaryxis campaign:
Arbitanix, the Blue Dragonborn Hexblade Warlock. Basically a combination of the Arbiter from Halo and Artanis from Starcraft. He lived with his clan on Toril worshipping their deity, an ancent slumbering Dragon spirit. One day his village got attacked by a bandit army, so he pleaded with the dragon to save them. The dragon (who i named Xelruthrax), offered a bargain: power to save his people, in exchange for service as his eyes and ears in the world, which he accepted, thus the pact was made. I flavour this as he got given level 20 powers to save his village, then when it was done and he had to leave to honour the pact these drained back down to starting level.
Im honestly having a really fun time with him, we started atlevel 5 and 8 sessions in hes still going strong.
Hassan, human ranger with a hawk companion called Minqaar. There was a running joke in our group that Minqaar is stronger than Tiamat bc dice god was on it's side so it would land crits very frequently which, combined with brutal crits, meant that it would dish out a lot of damage. And it also landed a lot of final blows too. Minqaar had a lot of personality while Hassan didn't have any. Basicly this character was more about the hawk than the human, even the backstory revolved more around the hawk. I would tell the backstory but it's too complicated
My first and only DnD character was Lorenzo Conchillga realizzato en Ferro. A Tortle Battlesmith Artificer. We started at level 3 and he had a mechanical ram as his Steel Defender. He was something that I've wanted to play so badly. I really liked the Tortle race and fell in love with the Artificer. Only played 4 sessions before the game just dissolved but I had a blast playing him. He was a pretty well-balanced and tanky character. I did notice a few things I would like to change if I ever play that character again, mostly a tad more optimizations here and there nothing to the character himself just his kit. I would really like to play him again in an actual campaign, the game I was in was just going to be a one-shot with no more than 10 sessions or so.
Mine was a rogue halfling. No backstory except he lived in the forest and trapped. And then I went into Magic intiate warlock and yeah. He was pretty bland
My first character was Slacklar a human Wizard Necromancer he was an outcast and the local Mortician and rat hunter. His father had taught him magic and had left Slacklar a single fifth-level spell reanimate dead. His family wasn't allowed into the city often. But Slacklar had been due to him trapping rats and other vermin that caused issues to the town daily. Slacklar would then turn around with the same vermin selling the rats as fresh killed rabbits that he was also known to catch for his family. The townspeople never thought to ask about what he was selling for them to eat. He always sold his meat outside the town to all who traveled by anyone, not of the town got great rabbits to eat and those inside would be sold the rats and other vermin. His death came swiftly due to his trying to get a noble to talk to him about the quest to bring the group together. The DM killed him on-site and told me not to roll up another character. I was dead in the game and couldn't sit and enjoy the game with the other players, all of which agreed with the DM. I never played with that group again and eventually played with a better group of people and a crappy DM who did not know the game well. But he did become better as we played deep into the dungeon under Waterdeep AD&D 2nd Edition boxed set campaign.
Mine was a little gnome circle of the moon druid: Waldorf Skrimshaw.... he was made famous during the first campaign i played in for turning into a bear on a pirate ship after the party dropped stealth and intimidating 20+ pirates (as only a level 3 druid) to surrender by running down to the lower deck chasing a few of the ships crew. The crew that was down the stairs had a cannon pointed up and was going to fire it at me once the runners made it behind the cannon, but I had the higher initiative.
While running down the stairs, I grappled one of the pirates and shoved his head into the cannon before it could go off, had to make 3 checks: A grapple, a dex check to not trip as a bear running down stairs, and a strength save to see if the cannon would blow my arm off.
All three checks were successful and I ended up palming a very bloody cannonball infront of all of the poopdeck-pirates' backup as a green furred bear, needless to say they all promptly $#!t themselves and surrendered.... Still my single best dnd story ever.
(Please if you use this for a video you can edit it to be more coherent bit i wanted to explain it as best i could)
My first character was a human fighter named ryuu, ik, basic, but he was fun to play. I got thrown in like, session 2 and basically took over a town guard that joined the party. First encounter our fire ganasi (hope I spelled it right) got turned against us or just lured, but at the end of the fight, ryuu (not knowing she's already free from the mind control) just bashes her over the head with a shield lol. Ended before we went to another town, but after another member made a beholder cry
Mine was a Tortle Rogue lvl 3 dualwielding shortswords and named Leonardo, yes it was a Ninja Turtle, yes it was fun. It was only a oneshot but nevertheless the most fun I had as a player, since I am the forever DM
First ever character was an Elf Wizard in AD&D 2nd edition.
And that was it. There was no real backstory, as this was an introduction to the game for me and five other players who were playing for the first time. This is the only game ever where I went to level 17 (yes, the DM let us break racial level caps), to try it out.
We were in charge of defending a city from an invading empire and were losing badly. Gloating, the enemy general summoned a powerful demon to destroy us. While everyone panicked, I stepped forward and banished the demon with the use of a Wish spell. This was the first and only time I casted Wish in DnD, and though it didn't win us the campaign, we all survived.
I wish I had access to Wish once again in a DnD campaign.
High elf wizard called „Renkar“. He was a lawful good character and because I didn’t know any better I played him stereotypical a.e. He tried to help everywhere. He died because when we stood on an 11 kilometers tall giant statue to rescue a friend of ours, our dwarf monk fell down. Without even thinking my wizard jumped down and with some wonky rules of the DM casting Feather fall on our dwarf. Renkar died on impact while our dwarf monk fell into a ongoing battle in a war. With another nat 1 he landed right infront of the bbeg and died 2 rounds into combat
The first character I played was a half-elf ranger that was so generic he might as well have been from Generic Adventurers R' Us.
I was able to grow him into a more well rounded character and he even showed up in a different campaign via DM.
Human Barbarian named Bill Filber. didn't make it to long because I throw a barrel at a monster and it was full of gun powder and the there was lit torches on the wall and more barrels of gun powder in the room. chain reaction into everyone rolling to see if they get out of the blast range. only the rogue who snuck to the rooms ahead before the throw happened survived
Clarc Heinfeld.
He was a human knight with yoga abilities. That's it.
The setting took place in the northern territories of an Alexander Empire-esque encampment.
The rest of the party was made up of political prisoners. Isren the Halfling Swashbuckler Noble, Thymus the Half-Orc Bard, and Urdock the Dwarf Warlock Builder. Then they meet my character, being a tall muscular Half-Orc Barbarian that was arrested for breaking a Lieutenant's arm in an arm wrestling contest.
Thymus, because also Half-Orc: "So what would your name be?"
Me: "....Keith."
The table went silent.
Urdock: "Nice to meet you Keith."
He was born from an Orc Shaman mother that left him in the woods after giving birth to try and hide her pregnancy, because alcohol consumption did nothing. He was found by a couple that saw him being breastfed by an ape, but couldn't confirm if it was female or not.
He was raised in a human orphanage, but was only taught in orcish "Don't harm the other children." and "Take me instead." He stayed with them until he was 14 although the other kids could stay until 18, where he stumbled upon the Barlog Tribe, a human bar hopping barbarian tribe. Basically the members were named after barbarians in popular media (Mentor was Dave, Bard was Conan, Chieftain was Korgoth, etc.)
During the campaign, he would hook up with a viking tribe chieftain's daughter, travel in time to try undoing the arrest of the others, went through hell, finally got back in their time only to get split off from the rest of the party heading to the underdark, and finally married said chieftain's daughter.
His last appearance was when playing his son, who was killed by a white dragon and reincarnated as a drow, where the DM had him killed offscreen because it was the only 'character development' he could think of. Before the campaign with him ended, he was almost a Dragon Marriage Counselor.
Jack, a dark elf knight, who's a jerk and allways beats up the elderly.
It smokee way too much, to points he used the cigarette as a weapon.
Searched on many towns
We needed to stay hidden in forests cuz I was being searched LMAO
It would be cool if you could use some coloured text to signify the parts that are from the post and the parts that are entirely the narrator's own words!
Maybe have an avatar of your own as well?
My first was a shifter, druid named Léo Lambul. we unfortunately never got very far in the campaign, but I really enjoyed him While it lasted. I’ll leave it here for now, but I do have more to share if people are intrested
Brian’s gonna love this one;
My first campaign was actually Stars Without Number, but I had made a medieval character cuz I expected dnd lol. He was a red Dragonborn fighter named Styxx, after a book I read. I have no idea why but he also wore a giant sock monkey costume, for kicks. It actually did increase his armor class and he became known as the sock monkey for the four sessions he lasted in that campaign.
He then appeared in a dnd campaign (minus the sock) where he lasted two sessions and his only noteworthy line was “I need a room for the night and your wife for an hour” before getting kicked out of an Inn to the tune of the party laughing hysterically.
After that he showed up as a DMPC in my first full length campaign, that I was running, fun times. He ended up with an armor class around 26 as a battle master. After the campaign he became a fighting instructor focusing on defense and the slaying of giant monsters (because it’s badass).
Funnily enough in the next campaign we had another Dragonborn fighter named Styxx, unrelated to the other one, they’d never even met. I played it entirely for laughs as he lasted one session before becoming a background character. Now the name Styxx is actually a title given to Dragonborn who have proven themselves in battle in a major way. Something like saving an entire city singlehandedly or becoming a recognized master of your combat style. We currently have three running around, the OG of defense, the second one mentioned who specializes in attacking and a third one who uses Rune magic in his combat style.
Half-elf druid named Jeri, me and my family played a dnd campaign with my dad as DM in 3.5e. I was six or seven and picked druid because I wanted a dog. My older brother played a human fighter, and my older sister played a halfling rogue. We were goin through a pretty standard bandit encampment, and my sister, not quite understanding how the game works, opens a door and throws her dagger at an enemy after my dad explains that this is a bad choice.
My sister dies in a horrible manner before me or my brother can act. She rolls up another character while me and my brother fight some bandits, coming across a treasure trove at the end. I find an amulet that changes my animal companion into a wyvern, which makes me very sad at being deproved of my dog. I then try to roll another druid but my dad convinces me to play this druid until it dies. I decide to play aggressively, recklessly, and take levels in fighter at my father's suggestion. I dive into combat with a death wish, not even wearing armor most of the time. My scimitar became enchanted due to the ansurd amount of demons and elementals I killed with it. He once accidentally removed an entire encounter of a swarm of snakes with a well places flaming sphere from horseback. He refused healing at all points in the journey, only healing others and healing on rests.
Jeri survived to level 17 before sacrificing himself to take out the BBEG, a 100 ft naga bent on drowning an entire city.
RIP Jeri, my least/most favorite character.
Zymbeard the Gray a mountain dwarf with distant Duergar ancestry played him in the dragon of icespire peak module in the essentials kit
He came from a
Family of dragon hunters who weren't allowed to use the family name until they killed a dragon something Zymbeard had yet to do despite being one of the older members
He also had an addiction to cheese
Not much else to him
Only played him for a few sessions before that campaign fell apart
(Scheduling Issues)
I sincerely doubt this will ever be in a video, but...
The first character that I made wasn't the first I played... sort of. He is a Human Ranger that wasn't merely based on my character from EverQuest but was actually the character. Lrbearclaw Twiceborn (pronounced "Elle Are Bear Claw"). Yes, I have used the same name since 2004.
Now, Bear didn't see use the first time I made him (during 3.0), that w as a Human Fighter in a play-by-email that only lasted a couple messages. We shifted to play-by-post where I tried a Barbarian (all still 3.0).
About 10 years later, I finally got to play at a table and brought Bear back and updated to 3.5. Dual longswords and had a Dire Rat pet named "Petey" (kudos if you know the reference) as he had been separated from his Peregrine Falcon due to the nature of his entrance to the game.
Long story short, the campaign was inspired by 'The Tsubasa Chronicles' and so were all from different worlds and realities.
Maybe I will tell that story some day...
10:10 The Would Elves are related to the Could Elves, and less so the Should Elves.
A 27 year old blind tiefling warlock anarchist called Kentada ' Blade' Nightingale, of whom practically owned the ranger's wolf named Alexis, all of his weapons were +6, spear, +6, 3 daggers, +6, light crossbow, +6. He got knocked out, not dead, in under the first 5 minutes cause he was trying to drink a puddle of half orc blood in a bar fight, it a guy so hard in the dick with his spear that they died, bought a flask of red wine for 10 gp, intimidated someone behind a wooden door so well that they didn't even need to speak, and tried to steal a cloak and a fiddle of a corpse and fail. His parents were ill and died in a house fire while he was sketching and writing outside, he went to the nearest guards when he saw the fire, explained what he saw, they didn't listen, he went back to the burning home and saw his parents' charred bodies. He wasn't even 6 at the time. He took his father's beige trenchcoat that was still salvageable, ran to the nearest town, trained with spears and started to build a name for himself, 'The Black Bloody Blade' they called him. He eventually started seeing a figure wherever he went, it, Myrkul, met Kentada and proposed a deal for him to be his warlock and tada would be owed a favour. He said no, Myrkul didn't like that and forced him to be his warlock, turning him into a pitch black skinned tiefling with white eyes and silver hair. At that time he was 16 so, he continued being a merc and eventually got hired to kill the Lord of Waterdeep. He sleeps during the day and loves pets, he, sadly, has main character syndrome and has panic attacks often, Myrkul had his symbol scarred on his back and uses his spear as a cane to walk with. Coffee addicted gremlin child, how I love you
I haven't played dnd yet but I'm going to have my first character be a locatha with the class artificer so I can use a bag of holding to carry water for him to breath with.
Michael Shankington, a L/E human Warlock who was a defense attorney attempting to defend the murder hobos in the party from the king's justice they deserved. My cousin was DMing a game and asked if I could help by playing a NPC for her. One of the players (who wasn't actually one of the accused funnily enough) was a Fiend Pact Warlock who contacted his patron for help, who sent him a lawyer. After meeting with his clients and discussing the upcoming murder case, Michael set out to gather some "discovery" of his own. Conviently enough, all 3 party members were found not guilty when none of the Crown's witnesses appeared for testimony (or ever seen again) and the murder weapons allegedly used were "misplaced" in evidence. No idea how any of that happened... 😙
A Dwarf Fighter in AD&D who tanked a f**king Mummy at level 2 party for the party. No one died and we killed it because the town was nice enough to spot us silver weapons for the dungeon when we returned for a resupply run. Played him like a grumpy duelist until the campaign ended way too soon.
Jasper, Half-Orc Folk Hero Barbarian & major flirt. What started as simple flirting to sell beer at a fair quickly escalated into her becoming a full Futurama Amazon. Her success at 'flirt checks', despite her low Charisma, earned her a special bonus for them. This was best utilized when, through repeated successful flirt checks, she managed to chase off a pair of Evangelist Paladins using the power of sheer discomfort.
A Female, Human, Barbarian called Karen, and yes, the whole gimmick was she was the Karen Meme in D&D. She didn't last too long as she dove through a portal to save her life.
Around 2020 I started with my first and still running DnD group! my character is a dwarvish Oath of Vengeance Paladin, and shes still alive!! 4 years into a heavily modified and homebrewed Curse of Strahd campaign, recently multiclassed into Sorceror :) Im supremely lucky to have my group of friends and DM... they are awesome!