My first character was in a homebrew furry game. He was a frog named Ryu, and eventually, he got transformed into an evil robot warrior representing the planet Pluto and battled an army of ants in Africa, and then was destroyed by a hamster in a mech...
We were 11, it seemed cool at the time. Go to Comment
I set the waybac for 30 years and it threw a lot of dust at me. So I really thought hard. I was doing more game reading and game design in the early days. I also GMed before I played. (then there was D&D, Empire of Petal Throne, Traveller, Barsoon... ) My first character might not of actually been my first character, but it is the one I actually know.. so that counts.
Arion I believe this was 1978
Arion was a half elven magic using/ thief class in an aD&D game at the local game story. Sky and Sherman were 4 to 6 years older than most of the players. They ran every friday night for several months.
Arion was less than notable. Every now and again the most charismatic player would get distracted, and Arion (run the second most charismatic player) would become the Hindmost, directing the party from the very back. (This was back in the days before we thought of Thieves as sneaky scouts, they were simply trap disarmers). My sense of geometry and drive to actually get something done made me a good dungeoner. The fact that I wanted to do more than simply mangle monsters, like see the world or talk to characters made me an aberant in the little campaign.
My "Golden Age of Gaming" began in 1977 with the advent of microgames, especially Melee and Wizard... which led us to The Fantasy Trip (1980). From that point on, I was GMing, on average, once a week for about 20 years. Go to Comment
I was 12 when WhiteBox oD&D was published and reached the west coast. You can do the search, then do the math. I remember slogging through all the SPI wargames and Napoleanoic lead minis to find boxed RPG games. I remember when we thought games without boxes were just "too cheap" to be worth the money. I remember when all polyhedral dice became round with use (can you say low impact plastic?). I remember playing Chainmail, the first time around. I remember when we thought Arduin Grimoire was just a D&D suppliment. Traveller was the only real sci fi game (beause Metamorphasis Alpha seemed like a joke) and aD&D 1st ed completely reworked how we thought about gaming (but I was totally blase about it because I had played Empire of the Petal Throne). ... Oh man, I am old. Go to Comment
I do not remember his name. Or even anything else very well. However, my first campaigned PC was a birdman soldier, with Str / Con penalties out the wazoo in exchange for some really agile flight. His personality traits were nothing special, save that he had the ability to lead, and to improvise. All I really clearly remember was one of the other players turning to me and going, 'Dude, you're level 2, and you're capable of more destructive havoc than I was when I played an elder dragon.' Go to Comment
A Human Monk in 3.0 D&D about around the summer of 2000 when it came out. I learned to play from some guys at the local Teen Center. We didn't know the rules too well, and in their brief time with the game no one had attempted a Monk. So there I am, Vladamir, running around in a monk's robe with studded leather armor on under it. I had the highest armor class thanks to my wisdom score stacking with the armor. I fought with a kama because the DM didn't think fists should be able to do as much damage until I was higher level.
Noteworthy Events: Climbing inside of a giant skeleton, but not just any giant skeleton, this skeleton was Skeletor... Yes, Skeletor.
He also experience ultimate pain at the hands of some invisible halflings with daggers... He was stuck in a electrifying cage inside of a magical instant healing room (long story) being assaulted by aforementioned halflings while the party scoured the dungeon looking for the key to free him. Go to Comment
Stout Lagerale, your stereotypical frothing at the mouth drunken dwarven berzerker. He came from a clan of beer brewers and he ran around with a thing called a tankard-axe, a pole-arm with a tankard with a blade handle mounted on the end of it. In true old school fashion, the tankard unscrewed so he could toss one back before getting into a bare knuckle brawl. Stout lived a moderately long life before meeting his untimely demise at the gaze of a medusa.
My first character was quite unusual - I had been GMing exclusively before, and the charrie, well, decide for yourself.
We were running StarGate GURPS, a system I was new to. After none too much thought, I came up with Maxwell Thornwall, a none-too-bright well-meaning US Marine, who was a walking stereotype pushed to the extreme, showcasing all the misconceptions an undereducated US citizen might have about the world. But, we meant well and would always take a bullet for the team. Ah, and I annoyed the hell out of my troupe. Go to Comment
My first rp caracter was Thomas Mountian, a policeman who found himself in the world of Umbagollah after a portal had a technical fault.He set up a police force in the town of Jail, became the girlfriend of the healer Samara, fell with her into the world of Roquatirrinn, dealt with trouble there, and died when the sun that Roquatirrinn orbited went out. Go to Comment
My first character was Jonny Combat in a cyber punk game. I was young at the time and did not care that much for backstory. Anyways good old Jonny was obsessed with pink mist, he had never seen one even though he always aimed for the head. I had recently seen the first predator movie and he had a knack for running up hills, pulling of his gear shouting "I'm gonna get me some, I'm gonna get me some". Jonny was not terribly bright, so one day he ended up throwing away all his weapons and running straight into the enemy. He saw the pink mist for the first and last time in his life. What can I say? I was ten at the time. Go to Comment
My first character was a D&D racist dwarf named Stoko. I don't remember much about him, except he regenerated, hated goblinkind to the extreme and was a show stealer without equal. Stoko was the Conan of dwarves (I looooved Conan back then, so just imagine a midget Conan with beard and plate).
With a yellowish beard, full plate from tip to toe, and a fearsome battle cry, he was an utterly boring character to roleplay. He hacked, he slashed and he fell to the background whenever things became quiet.
The next character however, a half elf cleric-mage whose name has slipped into oblivion, now he was something else. His cantrips I will never forget, and neither will the rest of the boys I was playing with back then. (Yeah, we were boys then). Go to Comment
My first character was born in 1991, at the tender age of 11... A Red Box Basic D&D fighter named Rymon. He even had a picture, drawn by me, although it wasn't necessarily a good picture: he had close-cropped black hair, a short but full black beard and blue eyes. Incongrously, in the picture he wore full chain mail armor even though he actually wore full plate in the game; and he had a black-and-white tabard with his crest embroided on it (the tabard was slashed diagonally, the upper half was white with a sliver of black sun and the lower half was black with a white crescent moon). Rymon had his share of adventures, and he was a pretty intelligent fellow, who grew to resent the stereotype he was cast into by his adventuring companions ("you're our meat shield, you're not supposed to think"). He died heroically during a small RPG tournament, when he was slain by a 6-m. tall dwarf (a dwarf who apparently had found a ring of wishes and had wished to be taller)... Go to Comment