What was your first ever D&D character?
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Well my first character I made was a kobold rouge his back story was he was adopted by a group of adventures who after retirement stayed with the group rouge who started a lockpicking/home security business in waterdeep he was lawful good and well the game never got past a session 0 so really never got to use him this happened a lot I get in a group brakes up in less then 2 session for no reason other then life sad thing is I never could bring my self to play Son
Kender Thief back in 2e Dragonlance. Female called Verilis. I didnt roll it, i inherited it from someone who quit. I died leaping across a chasm to backstab a Black Dragon. We both fell into the chasm, i got the killshot.
When I rerolled I made a human Paladin
A elf paladin/sorcerer named rhaemond endor with the thickest french accent imaginable (i sometimes will do that irl for comedic effect but usually i dont speak in an accent). I still play him in the 3.5 campaign in play in.
i was 9 when 5e first came out and i played a wood elf druid named caelynn siannodel. she turned into a bear and was generally awesome. i miss her
Brian’s gonna love this one;
My first campaign was actually Stars Without Number, but I had made a medieval character cuz I expected dnd lol. He was a red Dragonborn fighter named Styxx, after a book I read. I have no idea why but he also wore a giant sock monkey costume, for kicks. It actually did increase his armor class and he became known as the sock monkey for the four sessions he lasted in that campaign.
He then appeared in a dnd campaign (minus the sock) where he lasted two sessions and his only noteworthy line was “I need a room for the night and your wife for an hour” before getting kicked out of an Inn to the tune of the party laughing hysterically.
After that he showed up as a DMPC in my first full length campaign, that I was running, fun times. He ended up with an armor class around 26 as a battle master. After the campaign he became a fighting instructor focusing on defense and the slaying of giant monsters (because it’s badass).
Funnily enough in the next campaign we had another Dragonborn fighter named Styxx, unrelated to the other one, they’d never even met. I played it entirely for laughs as he lasted one session before becoming a background character. Now the name Styxx is actually a title given to Dragonborn who have proven themselves in battle in a major way. Something like saving an entire city singlehandedly or becoming a recognized master of your combat style. We currently have three running around, the OG of defense, the second one mentioned who specializes in attacking and a third one who uses Rune magic in his combat style.
First ever character I made was a Warforged fighter I named Stonewall. At the time, I was new to dnd and had no idea about subclasses and the like. My DM wasn't helpful either, telling me to "just google it and click the first link."
You know what came up as the first link? Goddamn dndwiki. Try making a character as a new player when all you're looking at is nothing but homebrew and not knowing that.
Anyway, Stonewall was my first ever character. His backstory used to be he was a guardian of a small village. Created by a evil wizard (the village didn't know) to protect them. Stonewall then wakes up many years later in the ruins of that same village, not know what happened.
Sadly, I never got to finish his story because i swapped him out for my second character i created to better fit the party dynamic. But, his story was going to be aling the lines of Stonewall was the one who destroyed the village and killed everyone due to the evil wizard activating his magic. Stonewall was never meant to wake up, and was suppoed to learn about his past, then go on to hunt down the wizard who made him do what he did.
Half elven beastmaster ranger called Polaris.
Literally just some guy from a farming village who earned his living as a hunter alongside his family dog mirabel.
Forced to go on an adventure by a Strange sickness that the people in his village couldn't figure out, so he was supposed to see better doctors in the bigger city. Well, turns out his sickness was lycanthropy, and the first full moon into the campaign he went beserk and ate a guy. party found him unconcious, covered in blood and also vomiting more blood, but not remembering a thing about the night.
"He ate a guy" became a running gag for the entire campaign. I loved everything about him
Currently 1 session into DnD as a whole. Deep gnome Rogue named Tilvest.
A human mage. He walked into a dungeon without a torch and tried to feel his way around the dungeon.
Wilhelm Trogdor. Human Draconic bloodline sorceror (used pathfinder rules).
-We were playing with a lot of people new to rpgs so our dm had pretty simple character building requests. He just wanted any picture and like a few sentences. Put some effort into the drawing, then wrote "They told my ancestor to slay the dragon. He didn't hear the 's'" at the bottom and handed it to the dm. He was like "good enough" and that became his tagline.
– there was a dungeon crawl part of the campaign where the dm used munchkin cards to generate random encounters. At one point I stumbled upon some kind of magic treasure. The DM clearly didn't want to unbalance our game by giving one player powerful magic gear, so he says I've found an ioun stone of sustenance. Neat, potentially very handy, but little risk of breaking a campaign unless it's heavily survival based.
– So we defeat the final boss of the campaign and are told to see the king for our reward. At this point, one player assassinates the king and tries to sieze power. This escalates into full on party pvp. Myself and two other players (another sorceror and a ranger) hatch a scheme to stay out of the fight and just fireball/shoot the last one standing and rule as a triumvirate. So the time comes, we utterly cook the last guy standing, who pops back up on 1hp (half orc) and stone shapes to seal the entrance shut. I announce that I grab a chair and simply sit down, remind him of my ioun stone, and say the words "siege tactics". He eventually announced that his character would use stone shape to basically tunnel out and escape.
I like to imagine that he ruled as part of the triumvirate for a few years, but was not much of a politician and eventually was forced to step down after some kind of scandal. So he's now a sort of traveling guest professor at second tier schools of the arcane (the top ones are too snooty to pay him any attention). He's not very good at teaching and so these gigs are usually short lived, but he's enough of a celebrity that schools will hire him for a semester or two just to boost enrollment.
I made a wood elf beastmaster ranger with a snow leopard companion. He used a bow and Arctic was his favored terrain. His name was T'ehk Bloodfeather and his leopard was named Frostbite. He was cool.
Mine was a catgirl "acrobat"-style rogue, taking everything possible to make her more like Errol Flynn with the acrobatics of Trowa Barton.
We lasted two sessions. On the third session, nobody but me and the DM showed up, and the others never did want to reconvene the group after that… prolly lost her character sheet at this point, so many years later.
Started playing D&D a few years ago, and my first ever character was a Moon Elf Paladin named Alassé Dorthonion. Her parents were typical nobles (kinda snooty) and were trying to teach her to be a 'proper lady' to inherit their position later on in life, but she would sneak out of lessons to go and help the townsfolk, essentially learning what she could about what they did. This irritated her parents to the point they decided to send her to a temple for more 'strict' training. At said temple, Alassé ended up becoming decent with a sword enough to where she was taken on as a paladin initiate. One night, she had been standing watch when a group of bandits attacked the temple, looking to steal anything of value. She held them off until help arrived, and was made a full-fledged Paladin soon after.
I loved that character; at the end of the campaign, she was level 8 and with Oath of Devotion, Defense fighting style, full suit of plate armor and shield, she had an AC of 21. Not to mention a Christmas session had gifted her with a Devotee's Censer mace, which was a flail with a holy symbol and patterns along the weapon. So 1d8 damage (melee weapon) plus an extra 1d8 radiant damage (thanks to the holy aspect). Pair that with any Smite spell and that's massive damage. 😀
Only downside? My paladin was apparently the 'mom' of the group for keeping everyone out of trouble…as in our human ranger had to break into a blacksmith's shop to steal some silver swords in order to take on some were rats…and I had paid for the cost of the weapons and any damages. Besides, is it not the job of the person with the highest AC to be the shield of the group?
Elf Paladin named Pandora Levain. She was an oath of the open sea paladin for 6 levels, then later on when the party was teleported to the hell plane or whatever it was called, she became the apostle of a god form the plane and broke her oath, gaining the oath of conquest. Everybody was in the plane for different reasons, but Pandora was there to learn new martial arts (she had 2 levels on monk and I wanted some story) so her goal was to meet with the right hand of Tiamat’s husband or something (can’t remember clearly, this was 2 years ago) and later they were kidnapped by dragons I think? Pandora was one of few chosen to be dunked in dragon blood and gained 2 ac on account of growing scales and grew wings, gaining 30 feet of flight speed. At the end of the camping, the party got surrounded by an army of demons and she chose to sacrifice herself to allow her party to planeshift back to the material plane. Staying back, she drew her latent power to unlock level 20 abilities for her final stand off, managing to single-handedly defeat 3 of 4 generals before dying from her wounds.
I loved her and wish I could use her again 😭
Gideon Havenblade. A human in 2024 rules. He is based on my son and is a fighter/warlock. He was part of a homebrew campaign that ended. But he is now stuck in Barovia. Here is hoping he survives.
Pact of the blade archfey with a fighter dip for masteries and armor.
First session this weekend. She's a Halfling Charlatan Bard who got bored of Halfling life and went out looking for some excitement, not that interested in money but loves seeing people get angry. Stays out of the main combat zone and hovers on the outskirts, slinging ranged spells. Survivor and prefers to save her own skin first but won't outright abandon the party.
Cirious. A kenku wizard who loved doing necromancy. During my intreduction i spoke with a notebook and would only verebally repeat insults. We started in the underdark and made out way to the surface where in a city, after killing one of a few BBEGs. My kenku took the corpse with him and died when climbing down a ladder, failed the grapple and proseeded to roll nat 1 after nat 1 on my way down. downing from the fall and dying from the blugening damage from the coprse 😀
My first DND character . Was this war forged name church .he was a paladin of devotion . The campaign didn't last too long , mainly because it was in highschool . But I thought he was soo cool
I'm playing my 7th session tomorrow.
A Firbolg Merchant exiled for believing capitalism morally superior to sharing.
A druid with great average stat rolls but -4 Str.
I've used purify food & Drink to clean the bats we killed with the intention of cooking them on a stick with druid crafts flame as we travel 🙂
I'm playing with cousins so it's fun to see how they play.
Edit: Ps.
Inventing the SHIELD -PILLOW for sleeping with shield pap.
Other product ideas welcome.
My black alley-cat Tabaxi was a rogue with a fully fleshed out back story. Not epic or inappropriate for level 1, just fleshed out with siblings, family relations, motivation for adventuring, the whole shebang. She started as a lvl 1 amongst the other players who were lvl 6 at the time and were in the middle of a campaign in the Underdark. That first session we encountered the Demogorgon and everyone except 1 player died. My character lasted about an hour…
Tiethwyr the aarokara monk, i was new (still am) and he died at lvl 2 and was a completely homebrew campaign. It's based on SOA so no backstory. He died after seeing our fighter not making the rolls to break down the door hiding the enemies. And my dumbass thought "you know what would be funny" FBI OPEN UP drop kicking the door down and got ganged by all the bandits and arrows waiting for me.
Still in the campaign im playing and it was I believe the funniest death out of all 30 people in the server. (Dont worry we have 5 DMs)
Changeling Druid named Kliptor the questionable (name of my monster Hunter character), best shapeshifter ever
I played in a campaign where there was a war between humans and 'mutants'. Mutants had magic, while humans had science.
My character, tantu, a tortle sorcerer, was a traumatized war veteran who didn't want any violence. He would often start confrontations by trying to negotiate, always failing, and nearly always getting shot in the face.
I play as a bard who channels his magic through his whip, that is also a ribbon, and he ribbon dances in combat to cast spells
I play as a bard who channels his magic through his whip, that is also a ribbon, and he ribbon dances in combat to cast spells
Relatively new player so I started with 5e, but an Aasimar Paladin, who remains my favorite character to this day. Her main weapon of choice? A bow. Homebrewed to be a hard light cantrip. Her oath was also homebrew, centered around truth – with an ability to automatically see through lies and deception. She had ridiculously high religion and insight stats and was so much fun to roleplay thanks to a really cool DM. Many hours were put into her associated Google Docs
By the time I made my first character, I had already been interested in DnD through watching live-plays like Critical Role and the Unexpectables for years, and through privately reading the rulebooks in my free time, so I already knew how most rules worked; which is why i went for a multiclass.
Nax Skyscale; Kobold Bard with a Level in Draconic Sorcerer, to make him a bit more offensively viable. He was this kind of coddled character from a kobold tribe, being raised directly by the eldest due to being the first kobold to be born with the magic of their ancestral dragon, which had since gone missing, in decades, if not almost a century. As such, he's nice and friendly, but a bit naive and with not much of an idea how civilization works. His magic also didn't awaken until he met a human woman, his mentor, in the woods, who taught him to play violin, allowing him to channel his draconic magic through bardic means. The two met up for a while, until she disappeared, and Nax found her violin in the clan hoard; so he left in the middle of the night to look for her and see if she's ok.
I joined in the middle of the campaign to replace someone who dropped out. My first session was spent accidentally getting cursed by a fey songbook and the party having to best a DM-improvised dungeon to cure myself. It was quite unexpected how good this DM was at improvising. I had a lot of fun in that game.
Sadly, Nax permanently died shortly before the campaign ended, fighting his mentor, who was tortured by rival group for months and then saved by the BBEG, which turned her crazy, resulting in me having to switch to a new character for the last few sessions. the decision to end the campaign was a snap decision by the DM btw, as he felt the campaign overstayed its welcome. Shame.
Looking back, this DM may have been GREAT at improvising fun encounters, but there may have been some issues. I don't think he liked Nax all too much, at least i feel like he was trying to get me to change characters. He did not get many story moments, he was often not taken seriously (which, to be fair i, leaned into by describing his failures in slapstick ways), and whenever Nax did something to try to save his mentor, things somehow didn't turn out for one reason or another.
Not to mention that Nax was once killed in a pretty cheap combat encounter that almost was a perma-death due to how damaged his body was, if it hadn't been for the party's Rod of Resurrection that they found. And he also almost died in a 1v1 against an Ice Devil, which he, I think, only survived because I was able to turn it pretty much into an unfun stalemate, which made my DM just make me win the encounter I suppose.
The DM just didn't invite me to his next campaign, either, giving me the reason of "too different playstyles" and that he did that to not stunt my "desire to DM that I've expressed", which was disappointing. I did express interest in his next game, so that felt like a cop-out. But eh, now I DM my own campaign, with a good chunk of the players from that old campaign being my players, though many of them also still play in our old DM's games. Didn't want to poach them after all. And we're all having fun, so that's nice.
I hope I can give Nax another try in another game in the future; hopefully with a happier end.
Technically the first character I had was how I got introduced to DnD, back in Jr High school on the last day of the semester we had half the day to do whatever we wanted and a bunch of the classmates brought in the basic DnD game, I was given a thief character, we had enough time in the day to get into one fight, it was against fire beetles and I remember rolling a 17, and that got me into the game of DnD.
Bill Bones.
A skeleyon bard who plays a trumpet with a goofy personality.
My first character was in 2nd edition. He was a dwarf fighter/thief named Lars Hammerhand. He was framed for the murder of his father and was forced to flee his childhood home. Over the course of the campaign, he found a sentient vorpal sword that helped him get revenge on the actual murderer of his father. He also discovered the Axe of the Dwarven Lords, which in this campaign was a legendary artifact that only responded to the bloodline of the ancient dwarven kings. It could even be thrown and would magically return to his hand. After thwarting a plan that would rip the very fabric of their plane of existence asunder, he was retired and became an NPC, who acted as a mentor of sorts for one of the PCs of the next campaign's players.
Mine was an Wood Half-Elf. Can’t remember if they were a Druid or a Ranger. We were doing a one-shot starter to see if I wanted to actually join the DnD group…If was fun, but my poor Elf pissed off the creature we were hunting.
Tried to distract the, then unknown, adelisent dragon so my group could sneak behind. All failed bravo and “fight me yourself” vibe, you know? Well…turns out it was Red Dragon and it’d just come back from a hunt. Landed near the cave, saw my oblivious Elf (rolled nat 1 on perception) yelling bravo into said cave, and decided to test said intruder’s bravo by setting my elf on fire. 😅😂😅 Died within the first 30 mins of our campaign. 😂 Fun times.
my first ever dnd character was in a highschool dnd club, the game was simplified as much as it could be for new players and i made a dragon born bard i named lucas of carrion. his backstory was simple, despite being a bard he hailed from a village that loved alchemy, his father being a renowned alchemist who made a staff capable of growing rare plants faster without there strict conditions, this eventualy got stollen during a raid so lucas had chose to go on a quest to find it, never got to elaborate on his story but due to the dm not caring to correct someone about charm person he got threatened with being railed because he wouldnt let someone have a bottle of exploding liquid (he was the wisest person in the group and also the stupidest)
His name was Elliott Ramsee, a Half-Elf Noble with long golden blonde hair and a fetching moustache. He was quite unsatisfied with the life of Nobility, and sought more. He would sneak away from his house and sometimes duties to participate in some Underground Fight pits held at the ports close to home. He lost plenty, but a master saw potential in his wanderlust and fighting spirit and showed him some martial arts and Elliott became an initiate monk.
That's a bit of his backstory, but one of the first things he ever did in session 1, with Sahuagins and their attack sharks attacking the port we arrived in, Elliott leapt into the shallows to Help the citizens being netted and dragged into the water. and with his new friends he quickly… decided to try and calm a Bloodlusting shark by petting it on the nose. It instead took a large bite of his leg. then I rolled a Nat20 on an attack and caved its skull in return.. His new ally dubbed him "Shark-Puncher"
First character of mine was a Half-elf bard with both human and elf names (Varis Randall Amastacia Evenwood), who never met his elf father and wanted nothing more than to one day find him. His greatest moment in life was accidentally eradicating a dormant plant creature army through wild magic in the fey wilds. Neither I nor the DM expected that to happen. And then he of course lost all memory of the event once the group left the fey wilds.
Ah wonderful, i get to talk about my favourite Degenerate! Julius Hawthorne was an orphaned human who was raised in Shadycreek run. Due to living with thieves, and living next to the chaotic font of Elven and Fae magics that is the Savalierwood, he became an Arcane Trickster Rogue. After a mage walked into his dagger 17 times, a bounty was placed on his head and he had to leave town, eventually settling down in Nicodranus. In the time since then and where we currently are in the campaign (yes he’s still alive after 4 years), he’s now level 11, has three levels in Bladesinging Wizard, is somehow the Party Tank, has robbed a house and made out like a bandit, has been shot by the same ally in combat twice, once knocking him unconscious, he has tasted the flesh of several monsters after discovering that Cave Fishers have Alcoholic blood, and arguably his greatest feat was selling a worthless magical trinket (The Faintly Glowing Green Rock, a magical light source taken from a pair of identical dungeons) for 10 gold each. He’s a scoundrel and a Degenerate and i love him.
Lee Lansen (I was 5), human cleric. This was 1st edition AD&D, and I played him through about half of Palace of the Silver Princess (one of the classic modules). I healed, I cast bless, and I hit enemies with my mace. I still enjoy clerics today.
My first was a tiefling bard named Vesper Demona. His backstory was basically that he was a talented musician from a noble family, and wanted to go adventuring to prove his own strength and make a name for himself. As cool as I thought the concept was though, I was incredibly anxious and I overanalyzed everything, making it hard for me to roleplay or be very creative. I couldn't play in a way that left me satisfied, so I ended up leaving the group early.
yo jupiter was my character. Looking back i do kind of miss him, got up to some fun shenanigans with him, but yeah his backstory was horrible. I also barely used him in combat. IF i remember correctly, over the 5 sessions i played with him, I didnt smite once lol, probably because there werent many combats, and then the combats where there was, I made poor decisions that led to him being unable to contribute much, like the combat where he died, which I let him get disarmed and unarmored shortly before hand, and he was already at half hp by the time combat started due to some prior bad decisions
Dragonborn paladin lvl1 i had one of my friends help me with making a proper character with all the details and such. We were 2 paladins in the group.
Our very first encounter with some bandits, my paladin gets hit by a nat20 and now has 1HP left, i quickly brush it of and thinking that i can just cast ley on hands when its my turn… But the other paladin has their turn before me, so i guessed that the would:
A: heal me too
B: run up to the bandits and kick their asses, because she was not that far away.
But no she chose option C:
Stand a bit away and throw their greatsword. She rolled a nat1 and hit my character straight in the back and and my dm made them roll to see if they would hit me, nat20 and the damage insta killed me.
Rowan Silverleaf, Half-Elf Wizard. Daughter of two former adventurers (an Elven Wizard and a Human Paladin) who grew up idolising them after hearing all their stories of the adventures they'd had, and swore to one day set out into the world and prove herself.
A head full of tales of heroism and academia, yet somewhat naive outside of that, and a perfectionist who had to learn to love herself, hero or not.
Sadly she died at Level 2 after accidentally setting fire to a Grove full of Needle Blights, but I've been thinking about bringing her back for whatever campaign I'm in next and giving her a proper conclusion to her story.