| I played an abjuration specialist in an AD&D game. I had played a streak of dashing, amoral players, so I decided to play something more whimsical, less moody or scoundrely. I rolled up my stats and had one good score, Wisdom, but I was not interested in a cleric. I noticed that even with a mediocre Intelligence, he could qualify as an abjuration specialist with his Wisdom and still be a pretty good caster. What did a high Wisdom look like? I decided to make him fairly Chaotic, and from there hit upon the idea that he was very wise and insightful, but also unpredictable and not very logical. It did not take long the for the other players to react very strongly to him. Eventually, just about everything he did caused the other players to either erupt into laughter or to start complaining about his odd behavior.
He was just plain nuts; he ran around in white robe with a pair of light blue mittens. He was known only by the name Mister Mittens, and frequently conversed to and from his mittens as though they were puppets. The right mitten was fearful, nervous, and sensitive, and spoke in a falsetto. The left mitten was aggressive, cynical, and prone to offering very severe advice in a growling, snarling voice. No one was quite sure if he was delusional or was just acting out. He had a propensity for flaming spheres. While adventuring in Castle Amber, after braving many dangers through a combination of cunning and wild audacity, he was distracted by a patch of white tulips. Falling behind the group, he bent down and impulsively, sniffed them.
The GM said, "You're stopping to smell the flowers? In this castle?"
I shrugged. "I guess so. I already called it."
So he did, whereupon the white flowers drained his blood and turned into red flowers. He became a vampire. The GM decided to enlist me to continue playing him, secretly, as a vampire. The campaign ended before anyone else found out precisely what happened.
So my attempt to create a more whimsical, light-hearted character ultimately ended up as a deranged vampire, hiding among his former comrades. | 
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