Well...
The first character I ever played in a real game of D&D (3.0 to be exact) was a chaotic good level 2 human ranger, named Galethorn. It was a three-player/1 DM game, and all three of us players were pretty much novices. My character followed the the chaotic evil wood elf fighter and the chaotic neutral human fighter-wizard around, basically.
We started out meeting some gypsies. The elf showed a gyspy girl his 'greatsword', her father backstabbed the fighter-wizard, the elf killed him (and the other gypsies), and I healed the fighter-wizard afterwards, then gave the gypsies a proper burial...after admonishing my friends.
So, after a while longer on the road, we made it to waterdeep. The elf led us to a tavern and started a brawl, where he killed people with his sword. The militia came to stop 'us', so we fled into the sewers. We made it into the slums and slept for the night.
Now, the following morning, we decided to visit a temple to a lawful good god of good behavior. The elf climbed into the bell-tower, beheaded the head priest, and cut the bell free. The bell crushed several more priests, of course.
After that, we made a speedy getaway to the docks, and stole a ship. Once we were at sea, we were attacked by pirates. We jumped onto the ship, killed most of them, and intimidated the rest of the crew into working for us. After that, we sailed to neverwinter, sold the boats, and went into early retirement.