Your first character

[kenobi65]

Rolf the Elf. From the Basic D&D boxed set, circa 1982 (Erol Otus cover), in which "elf" was your occupation as well as your race. The neighbor kid DMed me through a fair part of the Keep on the Borderlands module (solo, much less)...managed to not get killed, and even found a magic warhammer. Little did I know how against-type that was.

First character that I played with a "real" D&D group: Olivia, female human fighter. I originally rolled her up with those Basic rules, and converted her to AD&D shortly thereafter so I could play her in that group. She's gone through conversion to 2nd Edition, 3E, and 3.5...and is now a Fighter 11 / Paladin 5. She's got two daughters (one of whom is old enough to be a Fighter 4 herself).

 

[DungeonmasterCal]

Was visiting a friend in the dorms (1985..I was 21) and some guys came in to finish a game theye'd started earlier. They told me that this other guy wasn't able to make the game, and I should play his character. I told them I had no idea what to do, but they said, "Just do what we tell you. You'll catch on."

The character was a 4th level fighter named "Crusher". The DM (my friend) told me to keep it, as he doubted that Crusher's player was coming back...something about a visit to the Dean's office and probation. I instantly changed his name to Logan and played many grand adventures.

The first character I rolled up was a half-drow Samurai. Didn't enjoy him much, then I found the Best of Dragon Volume 2. Played that Anti-paladin for a long, long time after that.

Good times....

 

[Jolly Giant]

Can't recall his name, but it was a halfelf cleric/sorcerer, training to be a fighter! Most of his skillpoints went into, Bluff, Diplomacy, Sense Motive and Perform (Flute) for some absurd reason. Probably to take advantage of his charisma (18). I guess I wanted to try everything the game could offer right away.

He suffered many strange blows during the months I played him: He fell out with his church, his God and a Deck of Many Things turned his alignement from an erratic and paranoid CN to a very straight LN.

His most prized possessions was a magic mace (+1 defending! ) and a "Backpack of Holding" that weighed next to nothing and never filled up. Obviously I carried everything for every PC, and we stuffed everything that could possibly be sold for a piece of silver, or come in handy at some point, into it.

He met his end after the party beat off a drider ambush. The party's fighter, paladin and wizard were all badly wounded and the paladin was busy dividing out what healing power he had. One drider had escaped us, but he was badly wounded too and my character was still at max HP, so I figured I could take him out myself and gave chase.

Unfortunately I found the drider, and all it's wounds were gone; turned out the beastie was a cleric! My poor clr/sor was out of spells and had to fight the drider with his mace. I had some very lucky rolls, critted twice, but the drider still had some cure spells left and I didn't...

He and his magic backpack was never seen again. The list of contents for the backpack at that point filled 15 A4 pages! It held just about every piece of equipment from the PHB, including a ramrod it took 8 men to use properly in there, plus all of the party's wealth, food and water...

 

[Castellan]

The year was 1979... I was 6 years old. My father was DM, I was "Fighting Man" (no name, just "Fighting Man"), and my mother was a cleric named Celeste. We wound our way through a dungeon that my father had meticulously taken two weeks to create. We killed lots of nasty monsters. Well, for me, they were "monsters." I'm sure there were kobolds and skeletons, but I was too young to differentiate.

It was the beginning of a madness that would consume the rest of my life!

 

[Krieg]

Moldvay basic set.

A Dwarf named Thorin (I was 9 and didn't know any better, so sue me).

He was discovered by the party hanging upside down and waiting to be the next meal of a group of giant spiders (I didn't catch on to the DMs inside joke for a couple of years).

Landed the death blow on a black dragon. Was known throughout the land for his ever present collection of magic potions & for wielding a magical scimitar he had found.

 

[VorpalBunny]

1980, the original basic set. A human magic-user named Merlin (whatta ya want - I was 11). Didn't quite understand the spell rules - I though a 1st level magic was supposed to have only one spell, in my case shield. Si every combat I'd cast shield on myself and hide behind by brother's halfling fighter.

 

[Evilhalfling]

I dont remember
AAAAGGHH!
3rd grade? 4th grade? I was DMing by 5th grade in 1982

 

[Oni]

In 1998 I rolled my first rpg character, a 2nd ed. elven thief named Aegis Ravenshadow. This character was cursed by such poor luck that he went down nearly every combat and rarely suceeded in any roll that mattered, often failing embarrassing ways. That character's luck with the dice was so bad I almost quite dnd before I'd even really started. He wouldn't die either, he would always get to the brink of death and then leave me with nothing to do while he remained unconscious. Pulled from a deck of many things resulting in a lowering of Intelligence and a raising of charisma. The deck made him a himbo. He had his moments but they were few and far between. I kind of miss him now though.

 

[Gorilla726]

Roscoe Thorncage, Halfling Sorcerer. 3rd ed. online game through mIRC. Fun little guy. Worshipped Ahangnil, the Halfling God of Practical Jokes and Laughter. (I made her up too) Had a fun run in with a giant centipede in an outhouse before being knocked down to -5 by four ravens in a deserted tavern. He stabilized, and promply died by falling through a rickety set of stairs thanks to a failed Dex check. I loved it.

Gorilla

 

[exile]

My first character ever was a thief armed with a handaxe. He was made when I was in thrid grade using the red basic D&D bos set. I remember fighting wolves at the entrance of a dungeon that my ex-step-cousin was running me through.

I can't remember my first AD&D character.

My first second edition character was a specialty priest or cleric of a god of strength.

My first 3E character was Colette, a rapier wielding, fighter/rogue. She met her fate at the hands of a hoarde of undead in Return to the Temple of Elemental Evil.

My first 3.5E character was Indo Ishivin, a rogue/cleric of Talona. I started him at near epic levels to play with a group that I had newly joined. He was a nasty fellow who enjoyed fine wine, good cheese, talking to the skull of his murdered lover, shitting in local water supplies, infecting whole towns with lycanthropy (via a wererat associate), and converting others to the most sacred worship of Talona (hey, raise dead has its price).

Chad