D&D Players, Tell us about your first ever character!
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- Everyone has a first game; a first session; a first character. Though our later characters are often better, more memorable, more fun to play, and a million other things… there’s something special about the spark of being a greenhorn, coming up with something out of a list of options you’re seeing for the first time. We never forget our first adventurer, no matter how that game ended.
So; DND Players, who was your first character? Tell us about yours in the comments below.
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My first character is Nim, the Forest Gnome Life Cleric, only, Nim isn’t her name. She’s used this name out of fear of being attacked in her village ages ago by carnival that was working with a deal with a powerful Fae, and living a lonely life as a humble hermit. Recently, our ragtag bunch have managed to rescue Nim’s clan, except for the village elder and druid, who both died in the attack. This has been many weeks in game and the group have also come across other towns and villages that have also been hit by the same carnival. While our group were searching for some missing people from a village in the Fae Wild, that’s when it was discovered when the Gnomes had been captured by the same people. After the Gnomes and small group of people were rescued, Nim has decided to go after the carnival once and for all to make sure no one else gets affected like she and so many others have been. But first, she needs to tell her team her real name now that she knows that she can trust them.
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It was a bard who had a tendency to chuck frogs at anything in sight, He only lasted one session before being permanently retired and replaced by a what's basically a zombie warlock
Emil, a college of lore bard Kenku whose background is as a messenger. He is very averse to being involved in combat unless it’s to gaslight people into inaction or non-existence. He wasn’t even supposed to be the adventurer answering the call for help! He was just delivering the missive and his recipient went missing so he had to return to sender the letter, which lead to him getting involved in a whole mess that started the campaign. He’d preserve cutting words to save himself whenever attacked, trying to stay true to the quote “don’t shoot the messenger”. It’s still ongoing so I’m pretty excited to see where it takes him, considering that the whole ordeal that started the shenanigans did also cheat him out of a payment
My first character was a basic human wizard by the name of Back Jobe. Had +3 in INT and WIS, +1 in DEX, and +0 in all other stats. Nothing too crazy happened with my character, except when he used the Infestation spell to knock two successive enemies into a pit. The party's other wizard was the one who started all the shenanigans.
I don’t play DND *yet* (have not found a campaign), but the first one I’ve actually put effort and thought into is a copper Dragonborn Ranger.
Haxora left her village to fight threats away from civilization, mainly to protect her daughter Nyeril. She attempts to act tough, but one good joke and she completely loses composure to nearly die laughing. She’s chaotic good and quite a good person in general, though easily annoyed.
She wants to retire from fighting, go back to her child, and start a bakery with her. One thing: Haxora is a horrible chef. Most she can make consistently is whatever counts as a grilled cheese in this universe.
My first character was a human fighter named Kohlrabi.
Basic, i know.
His backstory was he was raised in a assassina guild where his parents (the leaders) taught him how to kill.
Years later, he was sent on his first mission to kill a rich politcal family.
He was also sent with his close comrade for help. His ally killed the parents first and then it came to him, he was supposed to kill the daughter who was around the samd age as him, but something in him said "no, this is wrong" or something like that.
So he betrayed his ally and ran away with the daughter named Vylar. Assassins of the same guild came after them and they both fought them off.
Kohlrabi then sworn off fighting, settling down with his wife. His wife Vylar had a child. Though his old ally came back and killed his wife and took his child (though kohlrabi doesn't know this). He then sworn revenge on his parents and the assassins guild.
A human necromancer. He died twice, once to DM shenanigans and once to being a spongey low-HP meatbag that I didn't really know how to play. I have to ask my friend, who was the DM, to help me remember the details since this was like 20+ years ago. The table barred me from rolling a new character (despite us all being friends, I was sorta an unwelcome addition that begged my way into an ongoing campaign), so I spent the rest of that school year (we played during lunch) observing the DM and being the table cheerleader
It was back in 2007. I was allowed to observe a one-shot at a local gaming guild (or whatever you'd call a club that did MtG, 40k and such). During a break I asked the DM what TTRPGs was all about, and after explaining a bit he asked if I wanted to join in an upcomming fight. I said yes, and was given a nameless fighter to play as.
I have no memory of how the fight went, other than I broke a roof during it.
And that was my first character; a nameless fighter for a fight that took about 20 minutes.
Captain Hightop. Pirate king of the 7 sea's. A gnome swashbuckler.
I had an friend play in the same game and he was my first mate named patches (same race).
We thought we had conquered the 7 sea's ..buuuut really they were 7 lakes. Think Captain hook of robin hood. A "charismatic" small gnome who believed himself to be the BEST thing to walk the earth. Gliding through the battlefield as a swashbuckler and impressing the ladys everywhere...or so he thought. Well the gliding part was true but he had low charisma, but played like he had 20.
Very fun character, campaign didnt last long but im a DM now so i brought him back in my own setting as an sort of comic relief Jessy and James type encounter.
It's like a core memory of D&D for me. It was when I was like...6?
My dad was an obnoxious DM so nobody wanted to play with him so he made me and my sister play, despite us having no idea how to play. This was like AD&D, but at a time where Sorcerers exist. Gotta paraphrase for obvious reasons.
So my dad told me a basic summary on classes and I said "Paladin! I wanna be like Optimus Prime!" He told me that Optimus was not a paladin and my guy was too weak to be allowed to be a paladin. But I can be a "Sorcerer."
I complained and said no. I didn't want to play an evil character. "Sorcerers aren't evil!" Jafar was evil! "That's just one! You can't even name a good wizard!" Merlin? "Look, you can be a good sorcerer...I'll let you even have a sword, okay?" I cheered in approval.
First fight comes and I go first. I tell my sister to take the guy up front, I'm running past him to fight the guy in the back with my sword! I died in the first round, and my dad lectured me about how nobody will want me around if I can't do as I'm told or learn! I remember crying. I just wanted to play a hero.
My first ever D&D character was Justin Holzer, a Variant Human Gloomstalker Ranger/Rogue multiclass in the Tyranny of Dragons Campaign. His backstory was that he was an archeologist with an obsession with dragons, their culture, and their history. When he heard rumors about the emergence of the Cult of the Dragon, he banded together with the rest of the party to form The Chromatic Bane (We definitely earned our name by the end of the game), with Justin as the unofficial leader of the group. This was our pandemic game, and it lasted for almost 4 years before it finally ended with us victorious a couple of months ago (Ritual Portal + Tempest Cleric with Anti-Magic Field = Severed Tiamat Heads). We went through two DMs during that time, and some of our regulars could no longer play due to conflicting schedules, but through it all, we all managed to have a blast. We cheered when we managed to best Ancient Dragons, we mourned when my character was disintegrated by a lich, but then rejoiced in triumph when True Resurrection succeeded, and we laughed our asses off when our Cleric raged against enemies that ignored him and learned to pay the price. And both our DMs learned to fear the power of a melee Dual-Wielder Gloomstalker Ranger with a 75-foot movement speed. We always remember our first character, and even though I'm having a blast playing a Yuan-ti Blood Magic Wizard in Dungeons of Drakkenheim, I'll miss playing my beloved Ranger.
My first character i can remember with any clarity was Lood the Dwarf, fighter. I was 12 at the time, so I don't remember much about him. I remember he had acquired a horn of blasting somewhere, an amulet that gave him psionics off a Githzerai, and a vorpal sword. I do remember bits of our last session, where he killed a Githyanki and kept the sword. He used the horn of blasting to blow in the gates of a Githyanki fortress. We just wanted to loot it. By the time we were done, I'd ditched the sword, selling it to a gullible prime material merchant for a fortune, and wandered off into the sunset of childhood.
First character, you already talked about, but here... Esuna Busy (pronounced Boo'cey'). Half-elf conjurer. Second edition D&D... and I had the misfortune of being one of the only Good-aligned characters in an otherwise Chaotic and/or Evil group. I start at level 5 to catch up (I think?). Anyways, I had to rendez-vous with the group and was ambushed by a group of assassins. Tried to get rid of them with a volley of Magic Missiles... not enough. Tried 'Grease' spell to get them off my tail... One of them makes a nat 20 save and pelts me with throwing knives. I end up dropping down to 3 HP. They tie me up and drag me in front of the tavern where the group just left... with a knife to my throat. The mercs threaten me, and I plead for the group leader to save me... not knowing that the guy was a Vampire and did not give two f's about me. So the merc slices my throat, and I'm on my death saves. Fight starts. The group doesn't have a cleric at the moment, and they are too busy killing the guys to help... First game and my girl is killed off... and I'm on the verge of tears, and about to rip my character sheet to shreds. The DM notices it and decides to rig one of the death saves to stabilize me. The group tries to make me drink a Potion of Healing... with my throat still cut open... and end up bringing me to the local temple to revive me. So I start the quest with a PK, 2000 gold in debt, and a servant to a frickin' Vampire!
My first character is based off my Skyrim character. He's a 7ft dragonborn rogue named amusai!
Mine was Stillstone, a Goliath Monk for a simple One Shot.
They were a sage who studied alone in the wilderness and had met a few Orcs and Dragonborn adventurers who encountered him in the mountains.
He ended up wanting to learn more about society because he had kept himself in isolation, and went to the nearest town, going into a tavern.
He ended up getting into a fight alongside the party, which included throwing a 12 seat table at a bear.
(I had the Tavern Brawler feat)
I even got to throw our Gnome Barbarian at a manticore later on.
Needless to say, he taught me that D&D is VERY chaotic most of the time, which was amplified because he was Lawful Good in a party of Chaotic Goods and Chaotic Neutrals, and that trying to play a character with strict morals doesn’t always work out and you have to just go with the flow sometimes.
My first character was a dragonborn fighter named Daephyus (pronounced Day-fee-us) who i later wrote to have noble background. His "quirk" if you call it that is that he is a Kleptomaniac. If he wanted something, regardless of its worth, he'd find a way to take it. He got caught stealing a war forges shield, tried to steal the tower watch guards binoculars, had a twig, and a monster's severed pinkie. Since i don't play him as often, he is usually one of the reoccurring NPCs in several of my games. Still looting and repossessing whatever his eyes land on
My first character was a College of Glamour halfling bard named Ulmo Fatfoot. He was incredibly selfish and narcisistic, a bit of a coward and very image conscious, especially because he had huge feet, which I used to justify his 11 DEX as clumsy and pretty much incapable of joining in battles as a front liner as I dumped CON (at that point I didnt realize how much impact CON had in HP)
I was fairly new to roleplaying and I was always looking for opportunities to do so because my DM incentivized us to do it more. At some point my DM introduced the Mythcarver from Critical Role and being the only bard I had to use it, and was looking for ways to incorporate it into my character. Then I had the idea to dip into Hexblade to make sure I could use it better, but I was looking for the proper moment to do it.
So we were in a dragon lair and everyone charges as I stay behind, trying to debuff the dragon, to no success. The dragon vaporizes some NPCs we have and KOs our fighter, who was the only one who actually liked Ulmo despite him being kind of a dick.
At that moment my character is terrified and I said ‘I draw my sword and try to talk to the white duke’ and I make a pledge, saying I’m not strong enough to protect these people, and if he can give me the power to get out of that lair alive I’ll give him my eternal servitude. My DM is in shock and smiling and roleplays the dukes spirit stopping time and coming to me to accept my pact, as I level up and gain a warlock level.
When I had to leave the group I actually sat down and made a little poem to sing about the great journeys our party had. Truly made me fall in love for the bard class
oooooh goodie! My first character, whom I am playing currently in my first Pathfinder campaign (Kingmaker), is an orc barbarian named Krug, who talks with a slow cockney british accent. Krug is a gentle giant most of the time, and while unable to understand many social cues he is often very wholesome. (Upon meeting a gnome for the first time, he went in for a handshake and said "Hellow lit'l fella!".. It was Tartuccio. He was NOT happy.) When our rogue failed a stealth roll, he yelled "Is it working? Are you stealthing over there?" Not to mention the time the party went gambling in a sort of magic speakeasy. Krug, afraid he wouldn't blend in, mimicked the bouncer he saw at the beginning and frequently asked if he looked scary enough while referring to the other members as "boss".
Krug's backstory is that he was a runt who was sold away as an infant to work unloading massive crates from ships, to spare his life instead of ending it. He had been sold to an entirely human port city, and had been convinced he was cursed for life to be a beast of burden and had his fangs ground down to nubs. He had been whipped to hell, to the point where his back was hardly green anymore. One night, a mysterious stranger snuck into the stables he slept in and begged for him to hide them. Krug had not been taught how to speak or read properly, and the mysterious stranger found it to be a worthy trade to teach him. He never learned their name, but they became close friends- with the stranger telling Krug stories about "out there" where there were no humans and everybody looked different. Krug would use what he had to cook for the stranger, and developed a passion for it over the many months the stranger was with him. One night though, the headmaster caught Krug with this stranger, who (as luck would have it) was a notorious thief in the area. As they hauled the thief off to prison to be executed the next day, the hadmaster told Krug to turn around to receive a whipping. For the first time in his life, Krug decided to stand up for himself. He refused. As the headmaster raised his whip, Krug charged him, and using his bare hands as though they were made of iron, he beat the headmaster to death and stole his former master's overcoat as his own. Knowing he would be in grave danger if found responsible, Krug ran to the prison where his friend was being held.. only to find a small opening in the wall. Looking through it, he saw an empty cell. His friend had escaped, and his goal was to find them. snagging a flail and bastard sword from a nearby blacksmith, he fled to the next town over. Bumbling from odd job to odd job, he had hoped to find his friend. One faithful day, he saw an ad posted up on the job board for heroes for hire to conquer the stolen lands- a land of bandits. Perhaps his friend was there?
Bajor the half orc barbarian. I was little and everyone made fun of me by calling him "badger", which I found out later wasn't a bad nickname because badgers are actually kinda terrifying
Now, I played a lot of Drakar och Demoner, the Swedish version of DnD with influences from Pathfinder, so this is my first ever 5e character.
Utböling, which translates as Outcast, was a Lizardfolk from a far-away island, who went to Greener village through the call of "Motter Natture". His first session, he went into a tavern that had gotten attacked by a dragon after having turned into a Dino, in an attempt to save the poor souls still trapped inside, just for the dragon to come roaring in and electrifying the building, collapsing it on top of him and dealing damage that should have killed him outright, DM was being kind...
His most fantastic moment came in a meeting with a Fey Wild Crocodile, which was endangering a pipework underneath a town. Another party member landed a Faerie Fire just as Utböling, on the previous turn, had summoned 8 poisenous snakes and upon this turn, turned himself into a bear while the snakes attacked, with advantage, and dealt around 130-140 damage with all their crits and poison damages, effectively on-shoting the crocodile.
That was the day I found newfound respect for the Shepherd Subclass....
Happy memories...
First Pathfinder character, "Bjorn of the Silver North." A Nordic Human Inquisitor of Apsu, though a heavily-colloquialized variant of Apsu worship, where the dragon worshipped, was a female Silver Dragon. This silver dragon, who was the "protector" of the mountain city Bjorn lived in, so the populace worshipped her (she was very good to her citizens). So, Bjorn was an Inquisitor, wielding a big Lucerne hammer, and having a giant, white dire wolf mount/combat companion named Frostclaw. This character was made for the, "Rise of the Runelords" story module, but the game only lasted a few sessions, before the "forever DM" of the group started to experience DM burnout. It was a fun party/game, bc the ppl from that group are some good friends who all work well together. We all still hang out pretty regularly too. :)
My first character was a Rouge named Jack. I almost died within the first five minutes due to my party members. Almost got arrested by a giant. Encountered a slime that covered me in acid. Tried to get it off by saying, "Can I have a piece?", referring to a cloth a zombie girl had. Had to roll because I guess it counted as trying to seduce her because I wasn't careful with my words. Got a nat 20, now the zombie girl is blushing at my Rogue. I just walked out of the city and let the other party members try to seduce her, as they had tried with every other npc. This was the first session and my first nat 20.
So, I have two stories for this, both rather short.
My first character was only for one game when I was a kid. My dad was running a game for the family, useing 1st edition rules (his favorite) and they largely had to help me run my character as i was in elementary school at the time. I was playing a human fighter (no one remembers the name). During the game, I had to be changed to chaotic good due to now knowing how to play my character, skinned a dead giant rat and wore its pelt as a hood (did not cure or tan), and found a sentient silver sword after the boss fight.
My first ACTUAL character was for 5E, as a buddy of mine invited me to join on one of my days off from work. When they helped me buid a character before game, i built a silver dragonborn fighter. His name was Heskan, and had the quirk of useing big words to sound smart. This led to funn interations, such as refering to our rouge who joined later as my "caustic little friend." he also had a funny flub of roles trying to tie up a cultist for questioning. He sadly died cause none of us could break a cultist's concentration on witch bolt. The campiagn sadly didn't last long past my death, as real life drama and a play moving away caused our DM to drop that campaign for another, meaning I only got three games with my replacment character. Before it fell apart though, the necormancer was planning to resurrect me, with upgrades, like hippogryph wings and basilisk eyes.
My first character was called Brett Korran, a human cleric. He had a well-developed (yet not overly long) backstory and a personality of an optimistic, but cautious philosopher. His achievements include:
> being a decent healer, despite my utter confusion with casting (I figured you can cast more than one spell/level/rest during our ~10th session)
> washing a hostile frog-man out from a narrow cavern by Create Water spell
> sniping several bosses with Guiding Bolt from waaay behind the frontline
> gaining an inspiration (one of the two given in the entire campaign) by passionately praying in his room
> obliterating the un-living shit out of any and all undead enemies (and generally being very militant for a Knowledge Cleric)
> burying slain allies and worthy enemies with dignified rituals
> smacking a massive horde of monsters during DM's homebrew mechanic experiment. It involved a large-scale battle, where Brett was effectively a commander of his little force. He and his humble fellow clerics have absolutely wiped the floor!
> diving into a holy altar amidst a brawl, thus protecting himself at the cost of other clerics' respect
> giving his best during the final fight for the destiny of the world - and being one of its few survivors!
I'm still very proud of this character, will be missing the joy of playing him.
I love that fact that he buried Slayn allies and worthy foes with proper rituals
Talk about honor. I like him.
Darren the Dragonborn. He sacrificed himself at the end of the campaign to save the party. Pretty cool.
The first character I played was Mindartis Nialo (Min for short), a wood elf, way of shadows monk. I was super excited to learn how to play, but was nervous about role-playing. To reflect this, I used the 6 I had rolled during character creation into charisma, and explained it with the fact that Min had severe social anxiety. During an encounter with a pair of shepherds we saved from a pack of wolves, I sped walked past the shepherd bleeding out with my hand over my face, to let the cleric come up and offer some healing. We were tasked by the village to try to find out what had been going on with the wolves, who seemed to be getting smarter. In our next encounter with the wolves, I had been scouting ahead about 150 feet when we were ambushed by a pack. There was only 4 so I decided I could hold them off while the rest of my party caught up. On that day I learned what 4 attacks of pack tactics could do to a level 3 character. I was dragged off before my party could even catch up and disappeared into the woods. Thankfully, the wolves had been getting smarter; absorbing energy from some form of elemental magic that had been increasing their intelligence and granting them sentience. With that, they had gained a capacity for mercy and hadn't taken me home for supper, but left me in the woods for my party to find, with makeshift bandages from leaves and moss to stabilize me. This turned my character down a path to finding more community with nature and made me feel more comfortable with animals over people.
My first ever character was a second-edition Elf Wizard Generalist. I didn't pick a school, because I wanted to have access to all the spells. Cuz in 2e, if you specialized in illusions, you couldn't shoot fireballs. If you specialized in evocations, you couldn't bamboozle your enemies and were denied enchantments, I think. The DM disregarded the racial level limit, so I got to play up to 17th level after a time skip. That campaign was essentially a tour, showing 5 nerds what D&D was about.
We played Charisma = beauty. And since we had two 18s in the team, we were targetted by slavers at one point. I really liked how details like that influenced NPCs and their reactions. Of course, we didn't bother roleplaying low or high intelligence. Everyone was allowed to come up with neat ideas. Really fun.
A fun first campaign. I really hit the mark by picking Wizard. So many opportunities to mix spells to decimate enemies and find unexpected solutions to problems. The first ever spell I casted was Charm Person, basically taking control of an Orc until its former friends put him down for treason. The last spell I casted was Wish to banish the big bad's champion. We didn't stop the invasion of the city we were taking care of, but we got away with our lives.
My first character was created over 30 years ago. His name was Psychonnen, and he started life as a character in a homebrew RPG system. In D&D terms, Psychonnen was a Tabaxi Fighter/Wizard. Back then, the DM was inexperienced and quite lenient, so shameless power-gaming resulted in Psychonnen being quite powerful. He managed to achieve immortality and had his own subterranean kingdom he excavated below an undead wasteland to avoid any rival kingdoms on the surface from trying to claim the land. In combat, he was quite bloodthirsty and reveled in shredding enemies with a multitude of claw attacks--that is, when he wasn't shamelessly exploiting magic items and spells in ways unintended by the DM. The campaign eventually fizzled out as the players graduated from high school, and real life started getting in the way.
But that wasn't the end of Psychonnen. A few years ago, I had the unique opportunity to revisit the character in D&D 5th edition being run by the very same DM who created the homebrew system that Psychonnen was originally made for. In the campaign immediately prior, the party managed to deactivate a shield that sealed the world away from the rest of the universe. The shield was so powerful that even gods couldn't get through it. The next campaign (with a whole new party) was intended to take place a few years later. A friend of mine who had a character in the same campaign with Psychonnen really wanted to revisit his character, so I had the idea that our characters had been lured to the sealed world to help solve a crisis, only to be trapped inside when the shield went up. Being trapped inside cut us off from the source of our power, leaving us incapable of escape. Paranoid about being hunted by whoever trapped us in this world, we adopted aliases to avoid being identified. When the shield had been disabled, we could reconnect to the source of our power, but so many years of isolation caused our power to weaken so much that we were effectively level one characters. This time, Psychonnen was a druid/warlock multiclass, and his main goal was to gain the ability to teleport home. Spells above 6th level were banned, so Transport Via Plants was Psychonnen's only option for long-range teleport. He managed to gain access to the spell shortly before the campaign ended, and so he and his companion Raseri revealed their true natue to their friends at a farewell party shortly before teleporting home.
If I never play Psychonnen again, I'm happy with how his story concluded. But who knows what the future holds...
The first time I played d&d (back in the ad&d 2e days), we got to choose race and classes and so on, but the DM told us most of our backstory. My first character was Moondance Ka'vala. She was a moon-elf, either a CG or CN mage and the daughter of a rich merchant. Her companions were Ravenwing a wood-elf ranger (and slave who'd been promised freedom if he protected me) and Wally a Drow mage who mostly ran around using his big freaking hammer instead of his spells. The two most memorable things about her to me were that me and Ravenwing's player had worked out our characters had a secret love affair going on and once he was free we were going to get married, and her habit of sneaking off to dance under the full moon.
I never really got to see where her story would have went. The DM moved away without telling us after one session and I had to take over as the DM to keep the game going. I kept her in the party for a while since she had a relationship with one of the other characters. After the first adventure he decided he wanted to try a different class and those two left due to a "family emergency" and were never heard from again.
In a semi-homebrew campaign, my first character was a winged red Dragonborn battlemaster, Iphroxia - died to team killing after a few days because we had a single 'Evil' character who went haywire.
But that was over a quick scout camp.
The next character (same group) has to be my favourite so far, and was one of two party members to survive the Curse of Strahd campaign. The party consisted of two Aaracokra (brothers, one being Strahd's half son, and sole heir to he and Baba Yaga), and some more questionable elves/humans. My character in this setting was Keltha Ithuriel, a tiefling Paladin following a war god (Oath of Vengence, with a Vow of Silence (Detailed backstory, TLDR = Rough upbringing)). Ended up being one of my all time favourites, successfully being a semi-sneaky, scare everyone, insane tank. DM had us encounter Strahd in session two - Canonnically chased him, non stop, for a day before losing him (FInally started using Haste)...
We were at level 1
Sir Z, a half elf Half human, was the head of the guard to House Corb and acted as the personal body guard to the House's leader Lady Piscia.
Pretty much the details of his backstory is as follows:
His parents are a former knight and a an elven woman who both decided to become farmers. So Z is a country boy who discovered his natural talent for the blade when helping his father defend their farm from bandits. He was encouraged to go and become a knight by his parents, which he did within the span of only a few years.
Anyway, he fought off undead, survive ghost pirates, watch a witch unalive themself out of guilt for being a witch, become rich and killed some people who were apart of an evil carnival before dying to a Huntsman that was summoned via a Horn of the Wild Hunt. And it should be noted that the GM had given the sadistic Fae Ring Leader of the Carnival we were facing the Horn due to overestimating both me and the rest of the party. Which was thanks to how we had overcame everything else which came before.
But at last, we were dumb and forgot about the Fae Lion that I befriended a few sessions prior to the TPK. As it could teleport and would have stopped the Ring Leader from using the Horn if we weren't being dumb.
My first character is still one of my favorite, and has a few interations through some campaigns I've played; Kistrya Earthwing, elf wizard who sets things on fire for shits and giggles and stabs enemies when fire doesn't work. She started out as just a pyromaniac who wanted a legitimate excuse to commit arson (okay, she's STILL a pyromaniac who adventures so she has a legitimate excuse to commit arson), but over time she gained less... criminal reasons to go out into the world and set things on fire for fun and profit. Her backstory started with a mentor who'd gone missing, and I eventually added a very wholesome childhood--unhealthy love of fire notwithstanding. In fact, the budding pyromania resulted in her parents (elven gentry who really, REALLY wanted to keep their daughter out of jail and not end up with their home burned to the ground) convincing an adventurer (also a pyromaniac who burns things down for fun and profit) they'd had dealings with in the past to take Kis on as an apprentice. Think of it as "well if she's going to play with fire even if we tell her not to, we may as well make sure she does so with SOME sort of supervision so that nothing catastrophic happens". In her most recent iteration in 5e, she's a bladesinger wizard who, ah...has a history of ACCIDENTALLY catching one of her friends in the fire splash zone. To be fair, she feels REALLY bad about it after (she's chaotic neutral, not chaotic asshole) and one time just handed her healing potion to the warlock she'd just accidentally fireballed. It says a lot that nobody needed any explanation as to why.
First character was Dagnyr Cackles, a Gnoll Barbarian. He was cast out of his tribe for refusing to let a child be devoured by the tribe, since he felt there was no glory to be had in killing the defenseless. Over the course of the campaign he went from chaotic neutral to chaotic good, ended up falling in love with a half orc barmaid, bringing an end to his old tribe (they would have burned his new home to the ground if he hadn't) and even ripped a black dragon's heart out with his bare hands. In the end, he retired with his wife and started a family. All that said he almost died two sessions in when he got turned to stone midair by a cockatrice
I had a rogue in 4e D&D back in high school. My friends and I played through the 4e beginner's box, liked the game enough to all chip in for a core rulebook set, and then never had our schedules line up again.
My first character (who by some miracle is still alive) was Kildrith Crimson, a red dragonborn berserker hell bent on revenge! As a child he grow up with his mother Kava Crimson, a brave warrior and leader of a clan of dragonborn who were outcasts for worshipping a strange deity. One day Kildrith was about to inherit the mantel of Crimson Knight (a very high title among his clan) when they were ambushed by cultists of Tiamat. A few members of his clan survived, but his mother... was not as fortunate. Seeking revenge for what they did to mother, Kildrith joined up with a group of adventurers in a small hound breeding village to find those responsible!
My first character was a hunter ranger called Yngvi jørðbar( Norse for earthblood I think) who I played for a drop In session at my local board game shop.
I made him using dnd beyond as my starting point so I didn’t really explore with it much but he was fun to play. I found a broom of flying and my friend found a wand of magic missiles so by the end of the session we had be flying the broom up in the ceiling and my Druid alchemist friend raining down missiles from the heavens. That same friend also went on to find ‘wizardpowder’ which was essentially cocaine and then supercharged it to give 5 times as much movement at the cost of 4 levels of exhaustion per dose. We ended up having a fighter jet and then started a crack ring.
That’s how I started playing dnd
First character i ever played was a drunken fist monk elf back in 4th edition if I remember right, it was a one shot campaign and truth be told, I barely knew what I was doing. The most memorable moments I had with the character was that he punched a hydra, and he was thrown across a chasm by the party barbarian and broke his arm after failing as the rope keeping him from falling to his death had him slam into the side he was thrown from. The actual first real campaign was a paladin tiefling named Zanaske that far too often would nearly break his oath doing stupid stuff like "making jokes at a corpses expense" one of the rare games we actually got to the end of the campaign, albeit by our cleric rolling really well on some devine intervention to smite the lich and his minions, thus early killing the bbeg.
My first (and current) DND character is a warforged rouge created by the parties current allies, he is now level 7 and is an arcane trickster rouge and Druid multiclass and is currently my favorite piece of dnd content (character and homebrew) I’ve ever made
Allow me to introduce YEROC THE BARBARIAN! Now technically I haven't played it (I'm the DM of the group) but if I ever get to play he's already locked in as my choice. He was raised in an Orc tribe who true to being Orcs were not the nicest people. He decided that he didn't like being a raider and among his peers he was considered the weakling. So one day he left under the guise of a solo hunting trip and never came back, essentially faking his death. He made himself a modest home in the woods by a town, going there only to trade or buy supplies he might need. He became a folk hero helping those lost in the woods and protecting the innocent from monsters. When people are desperate for help they now go out into woods to seek him out.
My first character was a 3.5 Halfling Bard named Sybill Gailflower. I made her with an intentionally non-tragic backstory. Dead parents? Nope. Her father is alive and well running a tavern with his wife. She has older and younger siblings - one is engaged to the town blacksmiths apprentice, her younger brother is a shepherd.
Life couldn't be better. So why would a sweet little tavern maid want to go out adventuring?
Well, the city she lived in was something of a hub for trade, seeing all kinds of people on a regular basis, especially adventures. I'm particular was a group consisting of two brother elves (a bard and a Mage of some kind and a human rogue). They stopped by often and usually picked up one or two extra party members for whatever service they were doing. Always, the Bard would play. You would think elves are the best Bards with the best voices, haunting and ethereal, but... not this one. Oh, his music was genuinely enthralling and there was seldom a sour note or missed beat, but despite the music not being perfect, it was "real". More real and alive than the bar they were singing in. And this is what inspired Sybill. As she learned her trade from the elven Bard.
No matter what she did or how much he praised the halflings efforts, she never felt like her music had any... oomph to it. No zest. It was missing something. So, experience is what she sought.
After all that background, she was in a dungeon grinder that ended in a TPK. To be fair, the DM told us newbies (all of us were new besides the DM and one of his friends - we were 5 people in total) that we were princely going to die as soon as room 8. We were so in over our heads, but we held on to room 11. It was really meant to introduce us to the systems, but I had to go extra with my first character.
I'm currently planning on reviving her for a new campaign. She is such a cinnamon roll though, I told my friends that she would never use "Vicious Mockery" so we have re-flavored it to "Backhanded Compliment". So she can hurt you by saying things like "I'm sure i didn't mean to insult your intelligence"
The first character I ever played was a warforged light cleric named Styx. What little backstory I gave them was that they were a worker drone who awakened to sentience through divine blessing or something. The light domain god gave them a new purpose to bring light to the darkest reaches of the world, but Styx took that literally and thought his new goal was to literally illuminate any dark areas he came across. An unlit closet? A low light, seedy tavern? You best believe he's using the Light cantrip and blinding everyone in the room. They were only used for a level 1 one-shot to introduce me to my now ex group, so I never touched him again after that one session.
I still have the character sheet(at least on D&D Beyond) of the first D&D character I played as. His original designation was X-14(Though he eventually took up the name "Exire") He is currently a Half-Orc(though he started out as a Warforged) Champion FIghter. He fought alongside the party and at one point got to go berserk on enemies without having any weapons to fight with! Sadly, the group he's part of died out a few years ago.
My first character was in a scifi homebrew dnd, a 19 foot tall robot fighter with a anti matter gun, he had no soul, but he was something else, as in very chaotic. And a frequent murderer that wanted to befriend a bear by patting it on the head but ended up smashing it into a fine paste on accident, he also punted a goose across a country out of anger which ended up hitting my friend which was on another continent. He also tried to climb a skyscraper at one point. Fell landed without any damage what so ever.
My first character is Lethus:A moon elf with a talent for a special form of necromancy.He has a childhood friend in Stormbringer, a moon elf tefling storm cleric who wouldn't have known friendship if Lethus hadn't been there for him.We also got a flameskull to become his familiar and he has about half a dozen skeletons.
If we're talking first ever TTRPG character, I don't have a name but I do remember what it was: A ninja cat. Like your average domestic cat, who lived in a world were cats had this underground clan thing going on, that were also literate except me. I don't remember much, just that the first adventure involved sneaking off to clear out vent basement dwelling monsters, and the second involving some sort of test that required you to steal a scroll and for some reason my mentor just popped up in the water to graduate me, clearly a better stealth master if he could sneak up on me like that. Anyway that's how I fell in love with the GURPS system because I could do that.
If we're talking first D&D character, that'd be Fergus, a Tabbaxi fighter who has a curse that causes completely random spell to fire off, and he doesn't believe in magic... in a world where its common and normal. I made him as a joke because I wanted to join my high school's D&D group, and if I was to go into a system I wasn't comfortable in I want some fun. Currently his accomplishments involve: befriending a vampire priest that is willing to bring Fergus back to life in exchange to using his blood to keep himself fed without hurting anyone, nearly taking out a pirate captain completely butt naked (mind you he was level 1, the captain was decently powerful, where the players who were at least 7 and above couldn't get a dent), ruining a skeleton beach party rave, Starting a war between the humans and Dwarves in attempt to attempt to ask a girl for directions, and is on a personal quest to find some random tanner or farmer (we still don't know) for killing his unconscious wolf he wanted to tame.
I still have him and hope to keep playing him, though while the sheet is practically unchanged in the vital areas from when he reached level 2 (yeah that should say a lot about the previous events), I did refine him more to start playing him more like chaotic version of Corvo from dishonored, sneaking, jumping, slashing and shooting all in one series of combat moves.
The first character I created was for a sort of side-story to a bigger campaign my brother was playing in. This character was basically Max (from Sam & Max) as a goblin, and the only goblin fully on board with my brother's character being the sort-of leader of the group of goblins my character was part of. I can't remember everything about those sessions, but I do remember having fun.
My first character was an eighteen year old human (I wanted to get a feel for the game before trying anything more creative) named Rune who was... "indentured" since birth to the owner of a traveling circus. He was primarily a Rogue, more in just the acrobatics sense of the class, but given that he was raised by the Fortune Teller, who was an Archfey Warlock, he knew a lot about magical subjects without actually being able to use magic; aside from basic Divination Methods that anyone with the right know how can use. He was "accidentally" freed when the rest of the party killed the owner. I think the player responsible was a Monk or a Fighter, but I know they attempted a ring the bell game. If not for the DM wanting to speed things along, that Nat 1 would've been so humiliating for them. Rune was more useful when trying to get money for the party either through Readings, which he charged only 1 copper for since he hated taking advantage of other's confusion and uncertainties, and selling various magical potions and lotions; he wasn't a snake oil salesman, they all did exactly what he promised they would. His kindness, and skills helped say the life of a young urchin girl who turned out to be the king's daughter after she barely managed to escape some kidnappers. I ended up retiring him at that, and the DM wrote him off by becoming sort of chamberlain.
My very first RPG experience was with the Star Wars D6 RPG. I was a teenager, and I totally believed random = funny at the time. My first character name was a Jawa mechanic named Lloyd Christmas. (Yes, this was a reference to Dumb and Dumber.) I didn't play very much with him. His crowning moment was to perform an upgrade on somebody's starship. In the check for this, I rolled really high, but also got a 1 on the "important" die or whatever it was called, which means a fumble. Functionally this meant I did a great job with the upgrade, but unintentionally and secretly sabotaged it to malfunction at some unspecified point in the future. Later, we saw a wanted poster for him.
Fightman the human fighter. Backstory involved having his blacksmith shop destroyed by elves, but was not fully fleshed out. He started with a longsword and shield, but later got a magical harpoon from a dungeon. I created him during a session in my local game store but retired the character a year later because I wanted to use my knowledge of the game to create a more fleshed out character.
My first character was Orik Thalsson, a hill dwarf grave domain cleric. He started as a simple carpenter in his village however after losing his wife and daughter to an undead attack, to became the lord of a realm hoping obsidian tower (think the tower in that film Krull) after his original world was effectively ended after one of the other PCs released the princes of the apocalypse. Another notable feat of his was rolling two consecutive nat20s to tame an umber hulk he called Alphonse.
Ah, thymomenos ilios, halfling rogue-turned-monk who was somehow able to keep up with the party’s mary sue despite not being the ‘main character’. Some of his feats include beating a gallows tree (pathfinder) pretty much singlehandedly at only level 5, beating several ghosts into submission with his bare hands (earning him the title of ‘ghost puncher’) and he died in a spectacular fashion by punching the core of a golem so tall it’s head breached the clouds, causing a spectacular explosion that evaporated half the setting’s ocean (IRL I was the first to go in a groupwide falling out so I got a spectacular death to explain why I wasn’t in the next session)
He also managed to carry a fight against a basilisk by rendering its eyes useless with fire (part of the settings gimmick was each pc had access to rudimentary magic of an element associated to them via mcguffins, and little ol’ thy happened to have fire, which he made GREAT USE OF over the campaign)
My first character was human Ranger named Langly Wehimer. A crossbow slinging cowboy from a tiny village in far off desert land, sent out on a journey to bring back information about the outside world. Given that I IRL didn't know anything about the lore of D&D, I played my character as being incredibly ignorant about basically everything, causing him to be very "culturally insensitive" at times. Oh, and he also just straight up hated short people. He constantly antagonized our DMPC goblin cleric so almost never got healed. R.I.P Langly, died at level 8 by getting crushed by a giant construct along with our party's Paladin.
The first time I played D&D was in college over a decade ago. It was a dungeon crawler, I think. I don't even remember what edition it was. I don't even remember what level we were at, but most likely fairly low. I only remember two things- one was that my character was a female Elf Wizard, don't even remember her name at this point. She one shot an Orc with a Lightning Bolt once, that was cool. I vaguely remember there being another player who also played an Elf? The other thing was the third player who had a long and elaborate backstory for his character, who was super old and powerful and strong... and I don't remember his answer when I asked, "Why do you need us to help you?" exactly, but I'm sure it was reasonably ridiculous. We never had another session, or at least I didn't.
The first character I actually *remember* fondly, was in 2018 or so, maybe 2019. A pre-made Tempest Cleric of Kord, Pirate background, that I slowly built her minor backstory over time. She was named Amaya Stormchaser, raised by her dad upon his ship and loved sea shanties. She was a fun character that I used in quite a few one-shots with her powerful use of lightning and Bane to help support the party. I was given her since I mentioned I was a fan of CR, and asking me who my favorite character was heavily leaned towards spellcasters despite it being unorthodox for a first time player to do that because spells tend to be complicated. I still have, amongst every other player I've played physically, her character sheet on my shelf to my left buried under books and papers.
My *second* character I ever created for 5E, though... I don't have fond memories of the first time I played Bard...
My first character that I remember. I played one session before this but wound up not having fun, so I waited a few months later. I was 18 when I created a 2nd Edition Bushi. Being goofy, I named him Nun-Duc-Chou. He was basically a monk in 5E terms. He was goofy and fun. Didn't last as long as the character I inherited after one of the original players moved.
Aygaros the Brave was a brass Dragonborn, and was a paladin. He was trained from birth by another paladin, and when his training was complete he was given a silver war hammer as a graduation gift of sorts… only for him to lose it to one particular bandit who left broken swords behind as a calling card not long after. He went adventuring to get it back as a paladin of vengeance.
What makes my first character memorable wasn’t his origins or the campaign he was in… but was because I was “THAT PLAYER” when I started out and I learned how to not be like that with Aygaros. Yeeeeep… I started out as the self centered I’m the hero and everything has to be my way guy.
The party was hunting down a murderer through the snows of Icewind Dale, and when we caught up to the murderer his employer had a sled decorated with broken swords. I was so convinced that this was going to be my subplot that I completely ignored the current mission, and even abandoned the party to an ambush so I could chase down the sled covered in broken swords. The DM must have had enough of my antics and had it so the current owner of the sled had killed the criminal that stole the silver hammer so my character’s quest for vengeance went unfulfilled.
It wasn’t until later that I realized how much of an ass I was being and I apologized to the entire table and had Aygaros apologize to the party. He became a paladin of redemption after that and he, and I, worked on making up for being so self centered.
Goliath, the Yuan ti Artificer. Hailing from the ancient village of Wooden tooth, where an ancient artifact was laying. The village was attacked with bioweapons, and he had to find the remaining parts of his family afterward. In the last session, he finally got to the man responsible for his suffering. In the battle, his father (human, npc) died. Goliath had a good ol' charge of alignment and lashed out at the evil bastard. After the battle, he was scraping the villains head off their boots.
There is more fun to be had in Chicago.
My first character, because I was new, didn’t have that deep of a backstory, but basically he was a goblin artificer that was sent from his world that basically resembled our world and got sent into the campaign setting with no clue what happened. Because he was a lot more advanced than others in this new world, he took a liking to tinkering with little objects he found about and went around scavenging for parts, making whatever he wanted with what he could find. Unfortunately, the campaign only lasted like 2 sessions before people either lost interest or couldn’t make it to other sessions. Very unfortunate.
My first D&D character was Diggory dig well halfling Rogue he somehow turned into the party's leader during the D&D 5e Tiamat Adventure module
I'm actually still playing my first character. I only just started playing DnD and I decided to go for a rather cliche origin. I'm playing an oath of devotion paladin with the acolyte background. He grew up in a rural town who's most notable element was the abby. The town's primary residence were humans, gnomes and dwarves. The abby was run by a cloister of dwarven clerics. My character joined the abby to become a cleric himself but found it quite difficult to keep up with the unusual eccentricities of the dwarven clergy. They were all more like battle clerics since they primarily worshiped the triad gods Ilmater, Tyr, and Torm with a greater emphasis on on Tyr. Training for battle wasn't something they explicitly attempted to do, but they felt they had to "toughen up" the soft human boy who joined their order and enjoyed ordering him to undergo training regimes more akin to soldiering than clergy work. Through years of struggling my character grew to prefer worshiping Ilmater, the god who seeks to relieve the suffering of others in hopes that his own difficulties keeping up with the demands of his elders would lessen.
One day, his connection to his god starts to nag at his mind. A looming sense of dread and doom slowly builds inside him. He warns his family of this ceaseless dread and beckons them to take shelter in the abby. That night, as the sense of dread becomes unbearable, a horde of fiends begins to raid the town. Killing everything and anything they can get their hands on. The clerics get as many townsfolk inside the abby walls as possible and attempt to hold off the invasion. My character joins the defense after he is given an unlikely heirloom from his father, a suit of pristine armor, something far too expensive for his family of farmers should ever have had possession of. The fighting raged on, but it was a lost cause. In a matter of hours, the abby was overrun and all my character could do was attempt to flee with his youngest siblings. They were hunted down and picked off one-by-one until the dawn broke and only my character remained. His town destroyed and no clue as to who or what sent this horde of fiends, and a mysterious set of armor that may or may not, have a history all its own.
I know it's pretty cliche but I kind of like that sort of thing. I'm not expecting my DM to go all out and give me some main character arc. This is largely for my own amusement, and I can use this kind of background to fuel my characters actions in the future. Being stricken with survivor's guilt causes him to plunge himself a little too hard into situations where he feels he might be able to rescue someone else. And he hasn't quite gotten over his PTSD when it comes to fighting particularly evil looking or dangerous monsters. Currently my goal for him is to gather the courage to face the ice dragon terrorizing the lands he's in to prove to himself that he has what it takes to face the monsters that took everything from him.
A trient who the party named Werat because they always kept having to ask "Where is the trient at?". This was because I spent most of the time idling as a tree with little concern for such things as shopping and conversing. The rest of the time Werat was transporting the party around the world as a giant mount or taking on the biggest, strongest creatures in battles of strength.
The sad conclusion of their story is that Werat aged, becoming increasingly stronger but feeling more compelled to sleep. He eventually went to sleep and stayed asleep one day. The party would visit their friend when they could spare the time but as time passed, the tree wilted and died but left behind offspring. One of the offspring would join the party, inheriting the title of Werat.
The first character I played was a generic human wizard that I made for my High school D&D club. His name was Solmdëir which was something I pulled out of my pocket and that was it until, I wasn’t able to go to many of the sessions due to schoolwork.This wasn’t a problem because the setting was a guild house that did quests for clients across the multiverse so most of the campaigns were one shots but I had urge to explain why my character has been missing for so long and that explanation was that he’d been scamming people on the internet across the multiverse and had been feeding that money to the guild. Even though this never became important but it was funny and it lead to some things like the rat equivalent of the grim reaper investing into one of my character’s scams.
My first is Grey, a Rogue Tabaxi who, unlike traditional tabaxi really doesn't care about most shiny things that pass his way. Funnily enough, he's an archeologist! Despite having a 9 in charisma, he's probably one of the most adept out of the party to handle social situations, including the pathological liar changeling who doesn't know who she is. Regardless, his specialty in archeology is an old civilization called the Mageocracy, despite not having any magic himself. He also doesn't like his job!
I started playing D&D in a club I joined in early high school. Fable 2 had recently released and was quickly gaining popularity, so I decided to base my very first character on Reaver, only more of a jovial Robin Hood type and less of a backstabbing, narcissistic murderhobo. Grant Blackwood, captain of the aerial galleon Kallina-Ann, and founder/mayor of the port town of Bonewood was a Swashbuckler with a few levels in Swords Bard and was once a normal man.
After accidentally pissing off a powerful archfey, he was cursed with eternal youth and infernally good luck. He was unable to grow old and could only be directly killed, which, thanks to his luck (I.E. the Lucky feat), that was easier said than done. He would spend the next fifty or so years searching in vain for a way to lift his curse, amassing a large fortune along the way. Having finally given up, Grant did the only thing he could do with a buttload of money and literally all the time in the world: become a pirate lord! Over the following century, he learned how to fight, sail, play music and do business, got himself a ship and founded the port town of bonewood, which quickly became a refuge and haven for freaks, weirdos, deviants, divergent thinkers and those who are otherwise ostracized from polite society. He would make improvements to the town with half the treasure from his raids and adventures, leaving a deputy mayor in charge while he's away. Grant was one of my favorite characters and I hope to play him again one day.
I'm the reason why Wonderous Items with "Touch Attack" effects were banned from my playgroup. My first character was during 3.5e and we ran a very, VERY long campaign. Aria was an Epic level Monk/Epic level Shadow Dancer. My group made it to about level 60 before we annihilated the BBEG. Our DM at the time thought the Monk restriction in 3.5 was garbage and allowed anyone to multiclass without penalty as a result. During this edition, multiclassing was obnoxiously difficult and usually required a Ph, D. in Mathematics as it was, so why make it worse, right?
During one of our dungeon raids, the DM said that we found a magical ring like none other of its kind. When we had it appraised, we found out it was a Wondrous Ring of Touch of Idiocy. The grubby handed, gnome thief demanded it, and tried to take it. I kid you not, I rifted through his shadow and used Quivering Palm to stun him from behind. Once I equipped it, I flicked him on the nose. The DM tells everyone our friend here starts drool on himself saying "I made a stupid! WEEEE!" And runs off with his arms spread like an airplane.
A couple weeks later. It's our last session and it's time to face the BBEG. The DM reminded me about the ring and said, "You know that doesn't have charges, right?" My jaw dropped to the floor. He stood there steeping his fingers together with this evil grin, and I had some sick ideas in mind, having remember what it did to the gnome. We engaged the boss, and the first thing our cleric does is cast Darkness, and I'm off to the races. I teleport through the shadows, Quivering Palm with backstab, trigger the ring, Flurry of blows unarmed while dual-wield proficient in unarmed attack, triggering the ring countless times. In ONE ROUND, the end boss was a blathering idiot who kept asking where their turtle was. We couldn't figure out what they were talking about until they bent over a vat of acid. I realized the "turtle" was actually the stopper to the bottom of the vat that looked like a turtle shell. It was at this point that I boot kicked him into the acid vat, dusted off my hands, and shrugged.
Everyone was staring at me, and my only response to them was, "What? He was an idiot!" The table died laughing and I thought my DM was going to have an aneurism before his first drink. Morale of the story, Idiocy can get you killed.
I unfortunately don't remember my first DnD character's name(unless it was Magnus/Avarel), but I DO remember that it was a Warlock with a homebrew alien race in a homebrew setting. He was essentially a generic old-fashioned alien who desired the universe's knowledge above all else. He was the party's translator and their main support caster, and was played as the relative straight man despite being Chaotic Neutral.
For my very first dnd (mini homebrew campaign-lasting 2 hours) I was an female elf ranger that just crouched in the middle of a meadow (I thought she was behind a tree and wanted to hide) and the rest of the party just sneaked up on her.
Later in the bossbattle she lost her arrows while shooting and when she bent over to grab them from the floor, she proceeded to loose half her quiver.
My first ever D&D character, I still play to this very day if I have the chance to. Though the way I wanna run him now... he would be best suited for a modern setting Dungeons and Dragons game. Like, modern technology with high-fantasy trappings. Exxor Dawnshield. He was only a paladin back in the 3.5e days. But when I bumped him up to 5e, I made him take the Oath of the Ancients. He's of a custom lineage because the hound archon race disappeared from D&D with the transition from 3.5e to 5e.
First character was Ghi’ra’at, a githyanki blood hunter. He was someone who escaped Githyanki society to live as a monster hunter. As I advanced through the game, I noticed he was somewhat similar to Geralt of Rivia, but he I still made him different enough to make him a little more unique, despite the similarities. He ended up owning a boat and starting a shipping company for some reason. I still want to replay as him.
My first char was a dhampir shadow sorcerer, his mother is/was a noble pureblood vampire and his dad is to this day unknown (i always joked it was a bard that rolled a nat20). well because he was a "filthy half blood" his mother kept him locked away in the dungeons so no one would find out she had a bastard half blood son. When he was 14 years old during a raid by some vampire hunters he was able to flee, ran into a forest and found an elderly wizard who took him in despite his undead nature and treated him like his own son. In the village he lived he had to be disguised as a normal human (talked with my dm about and we agreed that i can have a magic ring which disguises me as a human) His master/mentor tought him magic (he never paid attention during lessons) but he also helped him develop social skills and showed him morals. But he always hated to be half vampire and researched through the books for a cure. At the age of 19 he has not found a cure but searched through all the books his master had. Since his master thought he learned everything he needed he could go out into world and put what he has learned into practice.
Vartak the half orc fighter, died valiantly fighting 6 guys at once and killing 3 before being struck down.
My first character was a female tabaxi fighter who has gone thru a few reworks since i first made her so now shes a warlock fighter multi class. A victim of betrayal by a neighboring family, her,her husband and the rest of her family were slaughtered to keep a countryside from being absorbed into a empire. Instead of being reunited with her husband and her family in the afterlife, her soul was tugged into the shadowfell into the domain of a half-shadow dragon who gave her a chance to return to the living with his blessing to exact revenge on those that wronged her and her family for the price of her heart and to take up arms against those that betrayed him and find the meens to free him (i took alot of inspiration from grigori from dragons dogma and a few other sources to make my character and patron)
My first character was Fang. A dragon born paladin....with anger management. My friends had talked me into a game and I didn't know anything about ttrpgs. As I kept having issues with town shop keepers. So, I'd try to bite their heads off. That's when we decided that fang had anger management issues, and was on a path of atonement. When we got attacked by bandits I was afraid of waisting the rations, "non parish able" like jerky. So, I started snacking on the limbs of the bandits. The party had issues...and shock, and horror. I blurted out "recycling!" So, I blame it on fang.
My first character was not in DnD but Rifts. His name was Neo (as in the Matrix). Neo was a Vagabond turned Soldier, he was idiot because 12 year old me was an idiot. He got executed after he shot at some goblins who ran away. Apparently, those goblins were under Coalition Protection. He was replaced by Manuel, an operator who was a lot less stupid.
My first DnD character (that I remember) was Captain Charles Clements Vander. That's how he would introduce himself, almost every time. Charles was a Valor bard and former Soldier. He claims to be the grandson of Marcus Clements, a bard who is a mashup of Marco Polo and Mark Twain. Charles had lost a lover and was nearly killed in the army, eventually leading him to retire. He's a terrible flirt as in he's terrible at flirting and stoner. He got his product from our furbolg druid. This is a face to cover up how much he was suffering under the surface. The weed was to prevent the nightmares.
Had a guy named Lord Volozari von Iverlutch Imerkerlavach III, who was a Human Bladesinger. He was a noble and was supposed to be smart, but since I was kinda dumb back then he made the stupidest decisions possible and I loved him. I was a problem player so I ended not finishing my time with Volozari but I do have some moments.
One time he almost killed himself when he tried shooting himself out of a canon, which destroyed a life boat. I ended up long resting just to get left at 1 HP after finishing, so I long rested AGAIN.
He was a pyromaniac so he used fire so violently so often (fireball...) that he almost wiped 2 of his teammates
The coolest moment was when I launched an ice dagger before quickly shooting a firebolt at it to melt it down to water, since my teammate was on fire. I ended up stabbing him with the knife...but at least he wasn't on fire anymore
My fist time playing D&D was at a game shop. The helped me make a elf ranger. On the test play I was taken captive and enslaved by 2 Orc players. They wraped my rapior around my neck as a collar. I excaped and then started a campain that included the Orks in the Party (set in Oriantal D&D). Went on a Escort mission for a prinsess. It did not go far as the DM keeped swithcing bewteen diffrent game and never went back to any story made the previos week.
I'm still playing him. Darek is a CG human Draconic Bloodline Sorcerer. He got kicked out of his hometown after getting drunk and burning down a tavern on his 18th birthday. A few months later, a dragon showed up and burned down the rest of it. He eventually wants to track down that dragon and ask why it did that.
Of course, he realizes that'll probably end in a fight and since he's still only level 4, it's more of a long-term goal so he and the rest of the party are just hunting cultists.
What he *doesn't* know is that said dragon is actually his father. Yeah, I wasn't planning to write Luke Skywalker in D&D... but I think I wrote Luke Skywalker in D&D.
Mine was Harold, The Bright purple 8ft tall Goliath rouge. He was a master stealth and slide of hand, and was so weak that a breeze could knock him over. The campaign which I played him in ended very quickly, but I’ll never forget him and his nonsensical stealth checks.
My first game, first character, was a Xurunt Frost Father in a Warhammer 40,000 black crusade campaign. In DND terms? She was a barbarian. Her name was Yuki.
At the end of the campaign, my GM had to rescind how he was running Lightning Attack and make a house rule regarding Hellblades. Because rules as written, hellblades are not demonic weapons- they lack the demonic trait. Hellblades have a stupid high penetration, and I had lightning attack and whirlwind of death. To cap the final session of the campaign, the two Tzeetchans’ plans imploded violently, I shredded four Grey Knights and then became a Demon Prince at end of session. That’s not even getting into what happened to Segreb earlier in that game…
I wanted to do a time wizard, but the DM said no and that I should try something more simple for my first time. So I did research and made him a Halfling divination wizard. He wanted to manipulate time and thought that he was Him in wizard college. Turns out, his upperclassmen used him as a guinea pig for an experiment. He survived, but came out a little crazy and his time-related divination powers were based on the fact that he’s always seeing the future with the problem that he’s viewing all possible outcomes and realities whenever he uses said powers. On paper, he is a genius, but when you talk to him, I play him like a smarter Kannassan from TeamFourStar’s version of Dragon Ball Z. In other words… “HE CAN SEE THE FUTURE!!!”
For example, casting Mage Armor functioned as ultra instinct and allowed him to focus his future sight ONLY on events that would hurt him. So while it looks like he predicted every attack, he would still get frustrated if he doesn’t see the very obvious punch coming.
I remember creating a Wood Elf Rogue as my first character, because one of the other players was a long time online friend of mine who was also playing a Wood Elf Druid and he wanted them to be siblings. I thought it was a fun idea and we made our Elf twins and had a blast playing through levels 2-6 before the game fell apart from scheduling issues after a few months. It wasn't until years later when I learned about Critical Role that I realized what he had done 😂
My first character i've ever made was a green dragonborne paladin named Fafnir. He was always usually quite the quiet sort and was usually trying his very best to keep the party out of trouble, although it always had mixed results. But he always did it to protect his brother, a silver dragonborne named jormungandr (which was the character of one of my best friends). I cant remember too much from that first campaign but i do remember it being really fun to play as a dragonborne character (In my opinion at least). Im actually thinking about making an updated version of Fafnir, complete with a full backstory and all. The legend of Fafnir shall live on!!
My first character? That would be Uumbrah, an aaracokera rogue based on a kestrel. I only ever got the chance to play him twice because of my only source of D&D at the time being my brother and his fiancée, which I see them very rarely.
Although those one offs I played him in had a good few funny nat 20s and 1s to throw around.
Such as when he accidentally took down an entire damn tree with a shingle. Or when he failed initiative so bad that he just nonchalantly pointed out that some animal tracks on the ground belonged to an owlbear while said owlbear was viscously mauling my other party member.
My first character was a little guy named Jim. He was filled with the rage of a thousand suns and he was 3 inches tall. Never got to play him since the DM didn’t want me to try playing a nearly ant-sized creature in their campaign.
Oh man, more like my only DND Character.
Her name was Eitri Gürdil, a warrior/barbarian dwarf lady.
She was the eldest daughter of a big dwarf smiths family. But she absolutely sucked at the craft despite my best effort (I never, NEVER, did a good roll for these. My rolls tended to suck anyway)
She would yell "EITRI SMASH" from time to time.
She made a whole city swoon by flexing ...And also somehow summoned a sandwich in the middle of her room after that feat.
We are unclear on how that happened. The DM just answered the MANY questions I had by a " :) ".
She had the dang thing in her bag for days and it stayed fresh the whole time. Her party members still managed to exorcise it at some point. Because of course it was cursed.
We had many adventures. We crashed nobles parties. We fought off a vampire, werewolves (god so many werewolves), mindflayers and finished with the main city in flames and with a big time travel. It wasn't a happy ending tbh, the only ones we could save was ourselves and we ended up separated. But there was the hope of seeing each other again.
Eitri wasn't exactly the most prominent party member (I alas couldn't always attend to our sessions, hence why I don't play dnd nowadays, to avoid doing the same thing to other people) but she must have been fun to be around since she ended being so beloved by my friends that sometimes they ask me permission to use her as an NPC for their games.
My first character was a barbarian with an int main stat starting at lvl 17 under a horror dm. Still really love the character tho. He was a Goliath who was abandoned at birth and grew up in the ruins of an old wizard library, he tried to be smart but all he was really good at was being big and strong. In his first session 3 elves got into his library and tried to claim it as their own because they wanted the power it held... he smacked one elf, with another elf, into the third elf. It was glorious.
He did then have to flee after reinforcements arrived and so his journey to becoming a magically enhanced super intelligent lord of a labyrinthine dungeon and its surrounding village began. Unfortunately the campaign ended due to another player, who would later become my second horror dm, powergaming too close to the sun and destroying the universe.
My first-ever character was a School of Illusion Wizard, back in 2014 when 5e just came out. I forgot the name, but he was a male Half-Elf, who wanted to travel the world in order to unravel the mysteries of the Arcane. And he met the group he travelled with on a city festival.
The campaign ended after 7 sessions unfortunately, but I recycled that character 7 years later, with theonly difference being that siad Wizard was an Order of Scribes one.
My first character was a Ranger who hated the undead, since a Necromancer wiped out his home village. He was able to use his father's bow to ambush the dark Wizard, but was transformed into a ghoul as an act of revenge. He spends time trying to pretend to be human, hunting the undead and necromancer everywhere. I was gonna have fun hiding from the other players, but in session 0, the DM said all the details of everyone, including my ghoul race..... then metagaming people took steps to force a discovery of this fact. The campaign fell apart in 1.5 sessions.
My first character, who im currently playing, is Katla Evanwood. A variant human beastmaster ranger investigator. She has a wolf companion named Karma. She worked in a major city in our campaign setting under a mentor, who was a famous werewolf hunter and detective from our dm's previous campaign. For my feat I chose sharpshooter (was originally gonna pick linguist but in hindsight that woulda been a waste for our campaign, lessons learned), archery fighting style, and i had rolled an 18 for my stats i put in dex. By this point shes basically Katnis Everdeen (the similar name wasnt intentional but honestly works out) if she were a detective. Me and my dm made some compromises so were kinda using a mix of the phb ranger and tashas optional ruleset, mostly to buff my companion a bit. Karma is used much like a police dog, tracking down scents, helping in fights, keeping watch for danger, etc. After our last session it was revealed that the missing person case I was hired for in my backstory was the long lost wife of another player at our table, and shes being held captive by government officials. We'll be on our way to rescue her next session.
Whats been interesting about playing so far is that I've very quickly become the group's dedicated note-taker. I like to imagine Katla cannonically is always taking notes on things, makes sense for an investigator.
My 1st character is Gao, A leonin eldritch knight fighter. He was founded and raised by his adopted parents and sister. Wanted to follow his adopted footsteps, he trained with them in order to become an adventurer. But due to a tragedy, he roams the lands as a mercenary, trying to make amens for his past failure. He may look intimidating, but he's very helpful. But please don't call him a tabaxi.
My first charater was a human fighter named Knight, he hated dragons and loved worms, he loved them so much he was unable to hurt them, idk remember the stats exactly but he had like 19 ac most of the time and 24ish hp his first level, he found a enchanted long sword that increased his chance of hitting someone by 3 so he was hitting killing everything constantly, also most of the time his finisheshing move was stabbing out the enemies left eye
Ooh do I have a story for you! My first dnd experience was back in 2007 and my first character was a Dragon born paladin named Onaga. The group I was playing with tried so hard to talk me out of this character and begged me to pick a character closer to who I am in real life so playing would be easier. Well nope I thought I knew better after reading couple of books as they finished a session. Needles to say Onaga had the stereotypical paladin feel the man had no chill and was about as open or fun as a bag of rocks. Making it out of my first dungeon I was already bored and struggling with my character but thankfully my DM gave me a chance to make a new character to replace Onaga in the party. So after his first dungeon experience Onaga decided he was to good for this party of rookies even though he was only level 2 himself. So walking into the woods only yards away from his former party he picks a fight with a half elf human Ranger named Rider my new character. The DM turned onaga into a npc and I got to play as Rider and I wiped the floor with him feeling much more into character with the new build with me being a avid hunter and living in the hills at the time. I was given the choice to kill Onaga or spare him, I decided to spare his life all because I didn't have it in me to kill my first ever character. If anyone was wondering what ever happened to Onaga after getting humbled, he became the local town in keeper and got to pop in and out of some of our future stories as the no nonsense barkeep that would roll rude, drunk undesirables out his bar.
Wizard-artificer who experimented too much with wild magic, wich turned him into a deformed, green orc barbarian, with all stats converted into dex and str, with wild-magic boosted strength, too. orc name was kluh, human was brute b'naar. yeah... i created the hulk in d&d. when he got to level 5, his intelligence became 2, and he said his 'fist' words... kluh SMASH! And it was only then the DM realized who i was playing. Look on DM's face was HILARIOUS!
I honestly don't remember my first character. I started playing as a game master, and my first game was playing one-on-one with my grandmother, who was just having fun rolling dice when I told her to because she was spending time with her grandson. She passed recently, and that is one of the memories I will always have near to my heart.
Edit: I really hope you put this comment in a video one day. I just want it put in a video for posterity.
Evelyne DeBaucher (ik, ik, sigh.)
She was a High Elf Fiend Warlock with the Noble background (just imagine, the DeBaucher house 🗿). She wore loose robes and an ornate peacock mask that covered her face to hide her identity and gender. (She pretended to be a male High Elf with the name Adran).
I would still like to use her someday, as her (online) campaign fell apart due to reasons. She started at level one and only made it to level 2.
If anyone wants a Support Warlock and wants to run a campaign with a rich mommy then feel free to hmu over Discord (can play after May 2025) my YT handle is my Discord handle too but with all lowercase characters.
My first was a 4th edition Deva Avenger in highschool that almost died form a falling door after I cut off the hinges.
This goes way back to 1985. I was a human barbarian, modeled after Arnold Shwarzenaegers Conan, whose tribe were wiped out by kobold, and therefore would go into berserker rages whenever a kobold came on the scene. I can't remember his name. It was for a one shot. The DM was my best friend. The only other PC was the DMs younger brother. We came upon a peaceful kobold camp and I went full murder hobo and wiped them all out. The other PC found a kobold baby and wanted to raise it. I drop kicked it like a football. He attacked me and we got into a fight. That escalated to an out of game argument. The DM had the gods show up and killed us both. I thought it was absolutely HILARIOUS at the time but I've never gone murder hobo since.
My first real dnd char was a gnome bard named Rick flare in 3.5 edition he specializes into explosives and when I wanted to retire him I made him go nuclear to kill a boss, which later I was told only had 5 damage left. On the bright side I also wiped out the secret bbeg. Then 6-7 sessions after he died the party finally went through his bag and kill one of them which leveled up him From the grim beyond. Then we had the rick rule where we weren't allowed to use dynamite and i wasn't allowed to make explosives every again
My first character was from 3.5, and it was a psychic ranger of some flavor who could grow in size
My very first character is named Samuel Rose a human male placed in the world of Persona. Now, i dont know much about the game or the series in general, but their persona (i think) is called the Priestess and is a dedicated healer with some damage abilities that keeps the part together with some duct tape and string. We are picking it up again after a few months and i get to bring him back to life once again!