My first character was about 11 years ago playing 3.5. Half-Elf, Fighter/Cleric/Duelist with... what was the Greyhawk Traveler Deity again? Oh Fharlanghn, that's probably why I never remember his name - as his Patron. I had actually played the Bioware Neverwinter Nights before and understood the basic ideas of the system before, but those Cleric Levels were a bad choice. I hadn't full understood the concept of Roleplaying at the time so I remember more about later characters than that one.
I had a big gap between my first D&D experience, alone with the red box in the early 80s, and the release of 4e. Those early characters were just basic stat blocks to play through the simple "choose your own adventure" that came with the box.
But my first 4e character was at a store running some organized play sessions. The group I was joining desperately needed healing, so I created a human cleric of Bahamut. I had the whole character figured out before the game except for the name, so when the DM asked me what my cleric was called I blurted out the first name that came to mind. Thus Clyed the Cleric was born. He survived to level 12, saved the world a few times, fell into a close relationship with a Minotaur (that might have been more offscreen), and almost died but rolled a Nat20 on his last death saving throw. Clyed started off as a happy, friendly, well adjusted but slightly boring mid-forties cleric who just wanted a little adventure in his life. He died in a TPK an expert battle medic who'd fought against horrific evils and become a little jaded...but was still a happy do-gooder at heart.
My first character was made when I didn't know ANYTHING about D&D. He was a half-elf paladin. Seems pretty good, right? He had dexterity 17 and charisma 5... Also, no matter what, when I used the name generator, it always came up as...Walkul Kittenstouch... Yeah. I think I might remake him sometime. My first actually kind of good character was a skeleton(human stats) sorcerer named Sol Deathborn. But I made him physically weak (I mean he's a skeleton) and gave him a 9 in Constitution. I mean, his other stats weren't bad, but I had a thing for making weak characters back then. Also, I haven't been able to play either of them...yet.
My first character that I made, and played, was a Wood elf cleric named Rollen Siannodel, and something embarrassing happened. Our DM had put a level two NPC paladin with us to help fight. The NPC ended up being turned to stone by a (weakened) basilisk, and none of the players, myself included, took damage or were targeted by an attack. I had AC 18. I could have easily taken on the basilisk and tanked while my friends attacked it. We ended up being able to turn the paladin back, but I felt the guilt and role-played my character with it.
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Started playing AD&D in 1980. I remember playing Keep on the Borderlands, of course... and Temple of Elemental Evil, Dwellers of the Forbidden City, Tomb of the Lizard King, White Plume Mountain, and Expedition to the Barrier Peaks.
I was pretty deep into reading the John Carter of Mars series, so I had a Elven Magic User named Thuvia and a Human Fighter named Llana, among others.
My friend had a Halfling Thief named Tansy Ragwort, that I will always remember.
Yup, how could I possibly forget. If any of you have ever done the Red Box D&D Basic Set it was the solo adventure that was inside it where as a neophyte adventurer you hunted down the infamous Bargle the wizard after he killed your companion with a magic missile. Back in those days I wasn’t concerned with such basics like, uhhh, names or anything like that but I remember the adventure as clear as day, especially when I finished that damn magic user off.
Those were also the days when Dwarves, Elves and Halflings were classes rather than races :D
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Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you
My first ever character I made and played for D&D was a human barbarian who was raised by bears. The most I remember from playing him was that I was amazed how much health I had compared to everyone else. He started at level 5, you see.
Rocky, the entertainer half-orc barbarian. Inspired from Dwayne Johnson.
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"You must be shapeless, formless, like water. When you pour water in a cup, it becomes the cup. When you pour water in a bottle, it becomes the bottle. When you pour water in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Water can drip and it can crash. Become like water my friend." ― Bruce Lee
1977, a first level wizard with a Sleep spell and two daggers. I remember I stabbed a lot of monsters, including some zombies, I think. I don't remember if he even had a name. I only played him for one session.
I played a Human Cleric of Velsharoon. I remember misreading some feat or prestige class feature I took from a 3rd party source-book that when he would cast buffs on people, they gained a temporary undead pallor. I thought it worked on all his spells so I cast a cure spell on a follower of Tempus, pulled the DM aside to discuss that ability, the DM read it and advised me of my mistake and we came back to the follower of Tempus' player convinced I cast something evil and underhanded on him. The paranoia was strong with that one. Good times!
My first character was in 3.5, somewhere around 8 years ago now... The only player with any experience was our DM, and he gave us the premise for a fast introductory campaign. We all played pixies entangled in that encompassed our forest home. I played the party wizard, and his crowning achievement was politely asking one of the 4 queens of the warring armies to please stop fighting. Our DM allowed natural 20s to be an auto success on skill checks, so when I crit on Persuasion, she withdrew completely from the fight.
Wow.. lets see … It was 1981 and I was 9 years old. We lived in southern California and my father was in the military. He knew this guy (we will name him RD) that was really into playing D&D. RD had a ton of hand painted mini's (all the old lead style) and used a homemade grid map with grease pencils. My father and I went and played weekly on Sunday mornings with RD and his kids. He used a 3d6 method to roll up a character. My father's first was a human cleric and mine was a dwarf fighter. We ran a campaign that lasted about 3 months using the B1 - search of the unknown adventure (with DM creative changes and influences). That was a great time I had with my father and his friend. Very memorable.
The first character I created was Jesthyra the Dragonborn Sorcerer (I'd played I think 2 games prior to her creation using premades from the Starter Set and I can't remember what they were). Jess was someone who preferred to stay at the back when fighting but when her party didn't consistently have enough people and there were nearly weekly TPKs in our Tomb of Annihilation campaign, she learned that she'd have to make adjustments to her skill set and became a Cleric. ToA became slightly better with a healer in the party!
c.1984 was my first RPG experience, aged about 12. I rolled Angus McFarrell, an AD&D L1 human Fighter who - despite playing for months - never actually made it to L2. Armed with a bastard sword, he had 17s in Str and Con, with a 15 and a 14 in the mix too (4d6dl1 in stat order, with 2 "spare" rolls that could be substituted, rolled HP). Had a duel with the party druid and lost, having to beg ignominiously for his life. In addition to the druid and I, the party comprised a cleric? or wizard? (DM's gf), a dwarf fighter and a dwarf thief.
2015 or 2016 when I started playing. Red Dragonborn Ranger named Kraj the Climber. Was only used in one session in what was dubbed the "Australia Campaign" because the lands were made up of slaves and criminals - a penal colony - and a land where practically everything could kill you. What started as my guy who was trying to get food from one of the wealthier cities turned into my guy meeting up with a drunkard of a goliath barbarian that my brother was playing. After back talking to one of the guards, because my character never interacted with general population due to being a hermit in the mountains, the goliath had the idea to plow the guard into the ground and make a run for the gate to gtfo out of the city. I follow, but not after giving a gold coin to the guard, who became more irate. After an hour of running, we reached the goliath's cabin in the woods, which had the door kicked off the hinges and into the wall due to a Nat20 in previous campaign. Things would go down hill from here as the goliath would accidentally cut the tree down and have it fall on the cabin, few more hours and 10 guards would show up to try and execute us. After some failed negotiation, I casted fog cloud and my brother casted dynamite stick. Ended bad there as no guards survived and we barely survived. We also swam across the river as to escape the 20+ guards and a mage who couldn't leave their boarders.
So yeah, first character was a complete clusterfudge of a mess, and that was with 2 people.
A human rogue that was killed from attempting to jump off a railroad. ...I mean jumping out a 2nd story window which wasn't part of the DM's intended story. Can't remember his name. This was back in the late 80s.
Edit: It's probably needless to state that the experience soured my view of D&D back then making me think that is what D&D was—guessing what the DM would let you do just to avoid losing. It's been a long road back.
Human. Male. Possibly. Don't be a divider. My characters' backgrounds are written like instruction manuals rather than stories. My opinion and preferences don't mean you're wrong. I am 99.7603% convinced that the digital dice are messing with me. I roll high when nobody's looking and low when anyone else can see.🎲 “It's a bit early to be thinking about an epitaph. No?” will be my epitaph.
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My first character was about 11 years ago playing 3.5. Half-Elf, Fighter/Cleric/Duelist with... what was the Greyhawk Traveler Deity again? Oh Fharlanghn, that's probably why I never remember his name - as his Patron. I had actually played the Bioware Neverwinter Nights before and understood the basic ideas of the system before, but those Cleric Levels were a bad choice. I hadn't full understood the concept of Roleplaying at the time so I remember more about later characters than that one.
I had a big gap between my first D&D experience, alone with the red box in the early 80s, and the release of 4e. Those early characters were just basic stat blocks to play through the simple "choose your own adventure" that came with the box.
But my first 4e character was at a store running some organized play sessions. The group I was joining desperately needed healing, so I created a human cleric of Bahamut. I had the whole character figured out before the game except for the name, so when the DM asked me what my cleric was called I blurted out the first name that came to mind. Thus Clyed the Cleric was born. He survived to level 12, saved the world a few times, fell into a close relationship with a Minotaur (that might have been more offscreen), and almost died but rolled a Nat20 on his last death saving throw. Clyed started off as a happy, friendly, well adjusted but slightly boring mid-forties cleric who just wanted a little adventure in his life. He died in a TPK an expert battle medic who'd fought against horrific evils and become a little jaded...but was still a happy do-gooder at heart.
Thank you, Clyed.
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My first character was made when I didn't know ANYTHING about D&D. He was a half-elf paladin. Seems pretty good, right? He had dexterity 17 and charisma 5... Also, no matter what, when I used the name generator, it always came up as...Walkul Kittenstouch... Yeah. I think I might remake him sometime. My first actually kind of good character was a skeleton(human stats) sorcerer named Sol Deathborn. But I made him physically weak (I mean he's a skeleton) and gave him a 9 in Constitution. I mean, his other stats weren't bad, but I had a thing for making weak characters back then. Also, I haven't been able to play either of them...yet.
My first character that I made, and played, was a Wood elf cleric named Rollen Siannodel, and something embarrassing happened. Our DM had put a level two NPC paladin with us to help fight. The NPC ended up being turned to stone by a (weakened) basilisk, and none of the players, myself included, took damage or were targeted by an attack. I had AC 18. I could have easily taken on the basilisk and tanked while my friends attacked it. We ended up being able to turn the paladin back, but I felt the guilt and role-played my character with it.
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Hosted a battle between the Cult of Sedge and the Forum Counters here(Done now). I_Love_Tarrasques has won the fight, scoring a victory for the fiendish Moderators.
Started playing AD&D in 1980. I remember playing Keep on the Borderlands, of course... and Temple of Elemental Evil, Dwellers of the Forbidden City, Tomb of the Lizard King, White Plume Mountain, and Expedition to the Barrier Peaks.
I was pretty deep into reading the John Carter of Mars series, so I had a Elven Magic User named Thuvia and a Human Fighter named Llana, among others.
My friend had a Halfling Thief named Tansy Ragwort, that I will always remember.
Yup, how could I possibly forget. If any of you have ever done the Red Box D&D Basic Set it was the solo adventure that was inside it where as a neophyte adventurer you hunted down the infamous Bargle the wizard after he killed your companion with a magic missile. Back in those days I wasn’t concerned with such basics like, uhhh, names or anything like that but I remember the adventure as clear as day, especially when I finished that damn magic user off.
Those were also the days when Dwarves, Elves and Halflings were classes rather than races :D
Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you
My first ever character I made and played for D&D was a human barbarian who was raised by bears. The most I remember from playing him was that I was amazed how much health I had compared to everyone else. He started at level 5, you see.
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Rocky, the entertainer half-orc barbarian. Inspired from Dwayne Johnson.
"You must be shapeless, formless, like water. When you pour water in a cup, it becomes the cup. When you pour water in a bottle, it becomes the bottle. When you pour water in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Water can drip and it can crash. Become like water my friend." ― Bruce Lee
1977, a first level wizard with a Sleep spell and two daggers. I remember I stabbed a lot of monsters, including some zombies, I think. I don't remember if he even had a name. I only played him for one session.
Some time way, way back in 2001 or 2002.
I played a Human Cleric of Velsharoon. I remember misreading some feat or prestige class feature I took from a 3rd party source-book that when he would cast buffs on people, they gained a temporary undead pallor. I thought it worked on all his spells so I cast a cure spell on a follower of Tempus, pulled the DM aside to discuss that ability, the DM read it and advised me of my mistake and we came back to the follower of Tempus' player convinced I cast something evil and underhanded on him. The paranoia was strong with that one. Good times!
Peace.
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My first character was in 3.5, somewhere around 8 years ago now... The only player with any experience was our DM, and he gave us the premise for a fast introductory campaign. We all played pixies entangled in that encompassed our forest home. I played the party wizard, and his crowning achievement was politely asking one of the 4 queens of the warring armies to please stop fighting. Our DM allowed natural 20s to be an auto success on skill checks, so when I crit on Persuasion, she withdrew completely from the fight.
It was 4th edition, Cerca 2016.
Her name was Lilith the Red, a Tiefling Ranger that fell in every battle because our healer worshipped the Raven Queen...
She was like a female Hell-boy who over the course of the campaign slowly learned to give a f**k.
Our group ended abruptly and it was my very first campaign so when I started Dming, I use to sneak her in as an NPC.
Half-Orc Cleric whose penchant for gold chains and (literally) throwing his monk buddy into combat got him into trouble a few times.
Wow.. lets see … It was 1981 and I was 9 years old. We lived in southern California and my father was in the military. He knew this guy (we will name him RD) that was really into playing D&D. RD had a ton of hand painted mini's (all the old lead style) and used a homemade grid map with grease pencils. My father and I went and played weekly on Sunday mornings with RD and his kids. He used a 3d6 method to roll up a character. My father's first was a human cleric and mine was a dwarf fighter. We ran a campaign that lasted about 3 months using the B1 - search of the unknown adventure (with DM creative changes and influences). That was a great time I had with my father and his friend. Very memorable.
The first character I created was Jesthyra the Dragonborn Sorcerer (I'd played I think 2 games prior to her creation using premades from the Starter Set and I can't remember what they were). Jess was someone who preferred to stay at the back when fighting but when her party didn't consistently have enough people and there were nearly weekly TPKs in our Tomb of Annihilation campaign, she learned that she'd have to make adjustments to her skill set and became a Cleric. ToA became slightly better with a healer in the party!
c.1984 was my first RPG experience, aged about 12. I rolled Angus McFarrell, an AD&D L1 human Fighter who - despite playing for months - never actually made it to L2. Armed with a bastard sword, he had 17s in Str and Con, with a 15 and a 14 in the mix too (4d6dl1 in stat order, with 2 "spare" rolls that could be substituted, rolled HP). Had a duel with the party druid and lost, having to beg ignominiously for his life. In addition to the druid and I, the party comprised a cleric? or wizard? (DM's gf), a dwarf fighter and a dwarf thief.
2015 or 2016 when I started playing. Red Dragonborn Ranger named Kraj the Climber. Was only used in one session in what was dubbed the "Australia Campaign" because the lands were made up of slaves and criminals - a penal colony - and a land where practically everything could kill you. What started as my guy who was trying to get food from one of the wealthier cities turned into my guy meeting up with a drunkard of a goliath barbarian that my brother was playing. After back talking to one of the guards, because my character never interacted with general population due to being a hermit in the mountains, the goliath had the idea to plow the guard into the ground and make a run for the gate to gtfo out of the city. I follow, but not after giving a gold coin to the guard, who became more irate. After an hour of running, we reached the goliath's cabin in the woods, which had the door kicked off the hinges and into the wall due to a Nat20 in previous campaign. Things would go down hill from here as the goliath would accidentally cut the tree down and have it fall on the cabin, few more hours and 10 guards would show up to try and execute us. After some failed negotiation, I casted fog cloud and my brother casted dynamite stick. Ended bad there as no guards survived and we barely survived. We also swam across the river as to escape the 20+ guards and a mage who couldn't leave their boarders.
So yeah, first character was a complete clusterfudge of a mess, and that was with 2 people.
i am not proud to say that me first character was a dwarf cleric.
A human rogue that was killed from attempting to jump off a railroad. ...I mean jumping out a 2nd story window which wasn't part of the DM's intended story. Can't remember his name. This was back in the late 80s.
Edit: It's probably needless to state that the experience soured my view of D&D back then making me think that is what D&D was—guessing what the DM would let you do just to avoid losing. It's been a long road back.
Human. Male. Possibly. Don't be a divider.
My characters' backgrounds are written like instruction manuals rather than stories. My opinion and preferences don't mean you're wrong.
I am 99.7603% convinced that the digital dice are messing with me. I roll high when nobody's looking and low when anyone else can see.🎲
“It's a bit early to be thinking about an epitaph. No?” will be my epitaph.