Current Campaign:
Rouge Emerelda, the green haired, red eyed half elf played by my fifteen-year old son. Note, he won't let his brother have blue hair in his game.
Hans Oslo, The Skeletron (Long story, my game is about the struggle against the Dreadlord and his Mechanology, a plot that's been running since 1984 through several parties). My 11-year-old son who can't have blue hair in Rouge's game.
Venetia, the Azure Elf sorceress from my campaign's parallel sister-world, played by my wife (the only player who has been involved since 84.).
Amon Stormblade. This makes the ninth time this player has had an Amon Stormblade in the ten years we've played together.
Rouge's current game: The 11-year-old is named Zaidane.
My Starburst Universe superhero game, also running since 1984 with my wife as the sole remaining original player had a character named Lita Ford.
Amon's player also had a Morrigan Aensland in there. I hate Anime, he knows it, and keeps slipping it by me all the same.
My games have a lot of fun, and a lot of humor and a very light, non-dark, non-gritty tone. But these ones even get me.