Your most interesting D&D character

[Uncle Comrade]

I haven't played as much D&D as I'd like to, but I do have a couple of characters I'm fond of.

The first (whose name escapes me) was from a Far Eastern-themed game. He was the court wizard and chief judge of a small city. In the way of ancient Chinese stories, he would investigate the crimes himself before standing in judgement, and first met the party when they turned up to investigate a bandit camp and found him riffling through the bandit chief's belongings for evidence. He was pretty terrible in combat, but really shone when his superb and varied knowledge and amazing deductive skills came into play.

The second character was Gorman Grobbelaar, Gnome Magician. Note 'Magician', not 'Wizard' or 'Mage'; Gorman actually had no magical talent whatsoever, and was more of a rogue than anything. His 'magic' was nothing more than sleight of hand, misdirection, and a natural talent for reading people. Essentially he was Derren Brown, if Derren had turned his back on showbusiness in favour of con jobs and petty larceny.
Sadly for Gorman, the trickery that had worked so well on lowlifes and dockworkers in his hometown proved to be less effective against a genuine 'Great and Powerful Wizard'. He got cocky, and learned too late that elaborate showmanship and a stolen wand of frost are no match for decades of magical study and an enchanted staff.

 

[sage42]

I had a Tiefling(a person with demonic blood somewhere in their family line) Ranger once. Her back story included getting beaten for wanting to play with the other children, her mother selling herself out for money to get by, an cursing all of civilization for not following the survival of the fittest attitude of the wild. She hated just about everyone and everything, but what she really hated was the parties paladin, an Asmier(person with angelic blood in their family line). There were many fights. However she ended getting the upper hand most of the time due to the gm letting her get a red Dragon hatchling as a partner.

 

[Scow2]

Took me a while to remember which character of mine was my most interesting/favorite...

Then I remembered Awesome Kickass (Yes, that was his name). It was for a gestalt High-power, low/moderate Op campaign. I think I went Fighter//Fighter for double feats, and one dip of Dragon Shaman for the Aura of Vigor. The premise of the campaign was that, although not strictly an "evil" campaign, our Adventurers were the heroes/soldiers of an evil/necromantic former empire that had been destroyed by a crusade of Pelor's paladins.

I probably took all the wrong feats for optimization, dumping one on Exotic Armor Proficiency: Dwarven Battle Plate and a few more on Armor Specialization to further boost its power. And three more Exotic Weapon Proficiency feats on his weapon of choice: A Repeating Double Great Crossbow, with a Sword Bayonette attached. I did take power attack as well, so I could hold my own in melee. All my attribute points were in Strength and Constitution(18 in both!), with a 12 in Dex.

So we had a massive, hulked-out, heavily-armored soldier decorated in heavy armor and using what amounted to a rapid-fire personal ballista with a fuckhueg bayonette attached... I built the character around his weapon, intending to make him a Marcus Fenix expy. But instead he ended up being an awesome hybrid of Space Marine Apothecary and Devastator Marine. I wish I could have played as him more.

 

[Odinsson]

Favourite D&D character would have to be the first one I ever played, Magnus Lotharsson. This was in the Eberron setting (sp?) and he was a veteran of a war that had finished up about ten years ago. We just happened to do the bulk of our adventuring in the nation he had fought against. Got in about six bar fights in as many sessions, threw a dwarf off an airtrain, and angered the rest of the party constantly by summarily executing any prisoners we took.

My favourite RPG character, though, was Will Sinclair, a were-polar bear in the Dresden Files RPG. He was Alasko-Russian, and an underground bare-knuckle boxing champion. The group was supposed to be a covert ops team for the British Government. After our first mission, in which we discovered what happens when 100kg of Russian turns into 1000kg of bear mid-flight into the windshield of a car, that sort of went out the window. I was the go-to guy for corpse disposal, and infamous for always forgetting to bring replacement clothes on missions.

William Sinclair eventually died, to all intents and purposes. The group was set out to rescue a child of a close friend (implied more) to Sinclair. We found the child, but she was stolen by a Fae while we had to contend with a troll. In the heat of the moment, Will Sinclair offered his soul to any being that could help him retrieve the child. We were standing in Epping Wood at the time. (Epping Wood, London, is a notorious burial site for murder victims)

This eventually resulted in Sinclair becoming an avatar of vengeance, a gigantic bear with burning eyes. He tore apart the castle of the Fae that had taken the child, devoured the fairy whole, and now roams the Nevernever as a beast even the Fae fear.

 

[HellbirdIV]

Gnome Paladin, Xastradamus the Sixteenth, with his War-Pony, Maximus. His goal in life was to amass a fortune and then use it to purchase a fleet of ships to carry Gnome pilgrims to settle a country of their own far away from Human oppression!

I hopped in when their months-long campaign was coming to a close so I didn't get to do much, but I enjoyed being the only Lawful Good, heroic character in a team of psychopath wizards and other scumbags.

 

[Scow2]

Why isn't this thread in Gaming discussion where it can get more love? I enjoy reading about people's crazy and awesome characters!

 

[Brainwreck]

Comrade Comissarface Executovich.
It wasn't so much a name as it was his reason d'etre. All for the glory of The Mighty Hat.
Died very quickly though. Someone doesn't like improbable silliness :/

 

[Johnny Impact]

My favorite character from any pen-and-paper game was Frankie "The Fist" Fisk, a Redcap I made for a White Wolf mashup a friend of mine ran. For those who don't know, a Redcap is fear made real, a faerie who literally embodies terror. His human seeming was ugly; in his real form he looked like the illegitimate child of Mr Hyde and the Wolfman. Redcaps can also bite through, and eat, anything -- garbage, glass, bones, steel, anything. My guy had a particular fondness for cats, with ketchup. Fisk was a dirty cop, a bully who used his badge to get away with all manner of intimidation, petty thievery, and beatings. As I normally play good guys, it was loads of fun to step out of that mold and play someone with a heart as black as pitch. The high point was when he ate the mage PC's familiar.

In D&D:

I once made a skald, a barbarian/bard who used to sing battle songs as he fought. Neat combo.
My rogue was actually lawful good, the dirty rumors were merely a cover. He worked for the crown as a counterintelligence agent.
I had a ranger/paladin undead slayer. Favored enemy bonuses plus holy smiting. Worked nicely.

 

[maninahat]

"Mr. Bom" is pretty much the only official RPG character I've made: Bom is a huge, burly fishman with the magical ability to bring the dead back to life. He thinks he's a deft, gentleman thief, but he's actually a lumbering, clumsy idiot, and a laughing stock in his community.

His track record isn't good. He broke is shoulder within the first battle, has probably killed fewer enemies than anyone in his group, and managed to land the whole group in trouble when he not only failed to burgle a house, but create a racket loud enough to alert the entire town.

 

[Logan Cochrane]

It was a 3.5 game we were playing the Elder Scrolls universe, I was a female Dwarven Cleric (not a true dwemer mind you but you get the idea) named Tali'Herot, our party was me, a High-elf Rogue, a Human Bard, and a Human Fighter. Now we were in this town under some sort of lockdown, there was one last boat out of the place that we were trying to get on, now my character was a helluva drunkard, i had Craft: Brew at about +17. I got uppity in a sober state, the guards didn't like that and gave chase to me before i jumped into the sewers....now, i was reeeeeeally sober so i made a snap decision in that sewer and rolled a nat 20 on craft brew and thus was born Pissweiser. Then my teammates came to find me, we killed 2 rats, and then stepped out of the sewer near the boat. The same guards i'd pissed off were standing there! They start coming towards us and our rogue (the party face, naturally) said "Wait! Don't come any closer, the Sewer Sharks will get you. We already fought off two of them, but there will be more! Sewer sharks are a strange mutant menace, look at how odd they are built. RUN!" and he points at the rat carcasses, rolls his bluff, passes it, and the guards run away screaming about getting more guards to take care of the sewer sharks. We skedaddle onto the boat and are away down a river headed to Elswyr.

 

[Beautiful Tragedy]

I don't know how "interesting" he was, but i once for three years played a half elf priest of war, who in our second (or third) play session was "forced" (his own decision) to pray to the goddess of death to save an ally. "Payment" in return was I had to become a priest of death, and follow her. I was forever physically altered...pale white skin, glowing yellow eyes, gaunt, and a whisper voice (like Raistlan).

 

[Little Woodsman]

All my most fun characters come from the home-brew system my friends & I now use, because
you earn much more XP for actual role-playing than for killing things.
So in my current stable of characters, some in different campaigns, some
waiting in the wings for another campaign they can enter there are:

Hung--A friendly barbarian who who thinks that people burst out laughing when he introduces
himself (which he does constantly:"Greetings! I am Hung!") just because they are happy to see him.

Smu-A cat boy ninja who does insanely reckless things constantly because he's convinced that the
world he is currently in is just a dream he is having.

Featherbrite--A fairy mage who is in her early twenties, but insists on acting like a 7 year old.

I have some other interesting ones, but those three are probably the most fun.

 

[Latinidiot]

I have only played a bit of 4th d&d, and the only character I've made is Meep The Coward, a nevrous wreck of a half elf warlock. He made the star pact, saw the truth beyond the stars, and completely lost his fuckin shit. Never quite recovered.

 

[Shdwrnr]

I joined a game once and when the DM explained the campaign and told me that he was using psionics, I immediately asked if I could play a Thri-kreen. I didn't get to play him very long, but he was by far my favorite character to roleplay. We were playing chat room style, so I had the time to out his speech and the main thing I integrated into his character was the fact that without lips, thri-kreen cannot make the 'f' 'm' 'v' 'b' 'p' 'w' or 'y' sounds. A great ammount of fun was had between NPC's and other players alike working out what I was saying and fun for me strugling to speak "common" with such a limmited range of vocalization.

 

[davidmc1158_v1legacy]

I've had a few characters that I've really enjoyed. My first D&D was a half-orc fighter with 18(00) strength named Gorash (waaaaaaaaaay back in the 1st ed days). Dumb as a box of hammers (broken hammers) but more than willing to stick up for his friends, on our first adventure we worked as caravan guards. When bandits surrounded our caravan and demanded we surrender, Gorash turned to the caravan master and asked "What do you want me to do?" The master replied (very exasperatedly) "I don't know! Do you think you can beat all of them?"

So Gorash thought about it for a second, turned and hit the leader of the bandits. I rolled a critical strike and killed him in one shot.

Gorash turned back to the caravan master and said, "Yes." The bandits' morale failed and they ran for it.

One of my very first characters was a VERY cowardly thief. His idea of hand to hand combat was using a shortbow from the next hill over. However, the group was very enthusiastic when it came to getting into fights and this left him a nervous wreck. Especially when they gave their call to suicide: "We can take it!" That is not a joke, whenever the group said that in unison, they all would get killed in very short order.

For example, one adventure the group got split up while we were investigating some goblin caves. No one thought to draw a map, so each person got lost. While my thief was on his own, he stumbled across the goblin treasury and managed to obtain so many gemstones, that he emptied everything out of his backpack (all of his rations, rope, etc) in order to carry it all. Shortly afterwards, he managed to find the party again, but we were still lost deep in the tunnels. However, we DID find an alcove with some peepholes right at a goblin's height looking into a natural cave where we could spy some sunlight streaming in.

Now, seeing as we had all read the Hobbit, we immediately KNEW exactly what this alcove had to be and tried to find the secret door. There wasn't one (or we were too dim to find it), so the fighter pulled out his war maul and we bashed our way into the cavern . . . . . . to find ourselves facing a VERY awake and VERY irritated red dragon lying on his treasure pile.

The dragon asked us, "What are you doing here?" The group, in unison, yelled out "We can take it!"

My thief dumped the contents of his backpack on the treasure pile and said "I'm just making a delivery", and ran for the cave entrance like my ass was on fire (or was about to be)

It took less than two full melees for the rest of the party to die. The DM later told me that the reason the dragon didn't hunt me down as well was that he thought at least I had been properly respectful.

When the campaign ended, my character was given a wish, but he didn't realize it at the time. While complaining about how his life was unfair, he said out-loud "I wish I could just retire happily and in peace somewhere, you know?" When we got back to the city, he discovered that an uncle he never knew he had had died, leaving the thief his tavern in the will. He got his wish!