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
This would have back in 1985 (21 years, doesn't come close to Moons 30... how old are you moon?), I was nine and living in Chesapeake, Virginia. My friend brought over some odd books that said Dungeons and Dragons on them and being that I have always been intrigued by dragons I figured I would fall in love with it.
My first characters name was Brian Bladesharp (Stupid name but as has been said I was 9) He was a basic fighter. I remember I drew a picture of him and he was all square like a robot. I don't actually recall doing anything with him I don't think we actually played now. But that was the inception of mine into the world of role-playing. Go to Comment
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Keep of the Borderlands was fun. We did a revamp through it a few years back for another game setting, our DM just changed it up a bit. It took us a while to figure it out but a few of us recognized parts of the Caves of Chaos. Go to Comment
A long long time ago, in a galaxy not so far away, My brother and I were watching some saturday morning cartoons. Nothing was particularly strange that morning, ntil we happened upon some old reruns of the D&D cartoon. Naturally we wanted to know what the hell this "Dungeons & Dragons" thing was about, and I was delighted to find that my brother had went out and bought the 2nd edition AD&D boxed set with his own money, an epic feat for a ten-year-old!
That very same day I had created, Roack, a second level magic user. Being eight, I had little to no concept of backstory, but Roack would later evolve and change thousands of times, appearing in multiple incarnations, from sorceror, wizard, fighter, rougue, psion, and even a druid at one point. His story has fluctuated like some great ad ever-changing river, but always his name has remained the same.
Of course, beggining my career as a GM did not end Roack's long-standing legacy, and he became used as a play-testing character. This, I still feel, was not enough for my baby, and so in addition to his title appearing on almost everything I have an excuse to use it for, he makes occasional cameos in-game, though only two of my veteran players ever figured out who he was. Go to Comment
My first real character was Dozus the Windward. I've never actually used him for desktop RPGs, just freeform online ones. He started as just a pirate mercenary, a half-elf, half dragon sailor with two swords and a cigarette. I eventually gave him an epic past, and future.
His father, Damiel, was once a member of the High Council of Dyressendel, an High Elvish nation, until he was captured in battle. He was forced to become a slave and gladiator, and eventually met another High Elf, a woman named Eccaia. They fell and love and had a son, Dozus, who has scales on parts of his body. Then Eccaia disappeared (turns out she was a leviathan, a water dragon... go figure), Damiel is killed brutally in combat before his son, and Dozus is raised by his fellow gladiators. He eventually is purchased by Baron Alaan Alios, a famous swordsman and politician, who trains him in combat. Dozus escapes and joins a mysterious mercenary group. He soon learns the mercenary group is noneother than an arm of the Guild, a worldwide criminal organization. Dozus jumps ship (literally), washes up on shore, is taken care of by an old woman, and eventually joins another merc group, the Iron Wolves. He eventually becomes captain of the Wolves and leads them on many noble and adventerous quests. Then he quits the Wolves, goes off to settle down and treasure hunt, et cetera et cetera, and eventually finds himself trying to save the world in a battle to end all battles. In the end, he fakes his own death and becomes a fisherman.
Looking back, it's all silly schlock, but it's fun schlock. Wouldn't make a good RPG or novel, but a decent comic book, I reckon. Go to Comment
Moonlight was named moonlight for a reason. During the day she was a normal every day girl. The girls name was Amber. An the named suited her when she was young. She would take ballet lessons she took tennis lessons. She was everything her mother and father wanted to be. That was in till the moonlight came around her 16th birthday. It was not a full moon nor was it a half. Nothing truly different about the moon or so many had thought. Alone sleeping in her bed the moonlight seeped into her window as it did every other night. Amber was sleeping but then again she was awake to the soft singing.
There where no words only a soft soothing sound. On it lifted her out of her bed and outside to the cool night air. Her amber hair no longer its honey brown color. It was turning almost white golden blonde. Her skin was tanned from the sun was now cream as if the moonlight clamed her owned her. Opening her eyes to the world around her she could see the song taking form and it spilled from her pink lips….
Her hair was forever golden blonde, her eyes one brown the other a green/blue, and her skin would never turn a golden brown. Every night she would walk into the moonlight. An she could never be found innless she wished to be. For as soon as the moon was out she could disappear into the moon’s light and reappear anywhere in the world as long as the moon was out in that place she wished to be. She held a kind of mystery in her eyes for one could see what every one could see and the other could see with in the mind. After her 16th she was never the same. No longer was she the little girl Amber.
~She was Moonlight~
~There where many kind of people like Moonlight. There where called Drifters. There are Drifters of the wind, water, fire, sunlight, and moonlight. Moonlight, Amber, was the last of the drifters of the moonlight and so she took on the name moonlight. Each of there kind took some sort of form of name from the kind of drifter they where. There was Acea of Wild Fire, Derock of Deep Waters, Valissa of Cold Wind, an then there was Silvia also known as Sunset and Moonlight or could be called Amber.~
Acea age 22
Derock age 22
Valissa age 19
Silvia age 18
Amber age 18
That where there ages of when they all set eyes on one another for the frist time. But that is a different story. Go to Comment
My first character was Mud of K-Awce, the half-elf ranger. I started playing him in an impossibly hard dungeon that turned out to be an illusion, the final test to graduate from an adventuring school. Because of this, he never had a history he remembered and never found his homeland of K-Awce. During the six years I played him, he brought down a tyrrant government, completely demolished a innocent subterranian dwarfen town by accident, rescued the innocent princesse of the swan people, split up his party sending them to different worlds in search of artifacts to bring down a litch, and burned his own body to stop the spread of a highly contageous disease. He was reincarnated by a benevolent god but then my dm graduated high school and left town for college. Go to Comment
The first character that I can remember was an elf. I don't recall his name, but I remember that he was a thief-ish type of guy. The high point in his career was when, while exploring a dungeon, he found and took a few silver coins that were lying on the floor. Yes, I know, very prestigious. Go to Comment
What if the sources of precious metal in the realm all failed, so that the only sources for gold and other precious metal were hostile foreign lands? Gold coinage might become increasingly rare, resulting in hoarding. Player characters that appear with masses of treasure might be suspected of being in the pay of foreign powers.