my first 3.x character was an 82 year old "druid" named hinton. i rolled straight 3d6 (in order) for my stats. that is to say, i said "now rolling strength" and rolled 3d6, "now rolling dex" and rolled 3d6, on down the line. i started with someting like 5,4,6,12,12,6 (after age modifiers).
i worked with my then-dm to build the class, a druid who revered trees and (natural) animals, but relished in the killing/destrustion of "monsters" and people who encroached on the natural world. he wore black robbes, wielded a scythe and corpsepaint (a la the style of blackmetal bands).
we were playing a fun campaign where the players would try to outdo each other with crazy antics. i had a lot of fun playing a senile old man with hinton. my two favorite stories would have to be:
the party was in a lizardman temple and we found "rudy" (a smart and very eloquent kobold youngster) locked in a jail cell. hinton convinced rudy that he would rescue him, but rudy would have to hide in a burlap sack to avoid suspicion. well, the very next encounter rudy became an improvised weapon.
a while later, the party came across a bloody battlefield. there were some people picking through the bodies. hinton strode over, pointed his scythe (by this time it was a keen/improved crit/+1/that stored 50 maximized cause serious wound sell scythe) at one pf the young men and demanded that he prepare to die and to begin digging his own grave. after the hole was dug, hinton forced the man into it and said "you're dead. now rise from your grave, born anew as 'gloom' my fearsome sidekick." gloom crawled out of the grave, picked up his shovel which he named "diggy" and began his new life. from then on, hinton would always make sure gloom was dressed appropriately (i.e. black robes and corpsepaint). (did i mention gloom had an int of 4 and wis of 5?
