I think he was named Sir Imrahil, a Knight in a PbP Dragon Warriors game. I ended up dropping out of it due to time constraints but I was really excited about him (and yes, he was unashamedly a homage to Imrahil of Dol Amroth).

A fighter called Newt Ralgud. No prizes for guessing his alignment. After a couple of years when that campaign restarted I reskinned him in what I thought was a serious way, giving him an authentic Old English name - Stansceaft (pronounced "Stan Shaft"). Knowing what I now know, that name turned out more gonzo than the original.

Skipping all the time when I pretty much only DM'd for my brothers, my first real character was an RDF Veritech Pilot in an Invid Invasion game, named Jestauf Kalhor.  He had been with the SDF during its jaunt around the solar system, and received a hit to the cockpit during an engagement with a Female Power Armor that broke a coolant line and vented it in, freezing him.

He woke up as he was reentering Earth's atmosphere and punched out, to be picked up by human freedom fighters and joined their cause.  I don't remember how that particular game ended, but I like to think he retired to the south of france somewhere and died of old age.

My first character in an RPG was an elven fighter/magic-user in a game of AD&D 1st edition, or perhaps it was an AD&D/BECMI mish-mash. I couldn't really tell you, because I was 5 (or possibly 6, but no older than that - I seem to recall I got the red boxed set for my 7th birthday, and I think it was before that).

My stats were Str 18, Int 13, Wis 14, Dex 16, Con 18, Cha 16. And yes, I can still remember that after all that time. I rolled them up in front of witnesses by the default AD&D 1st edition method of 4d6, drop the lowest, arrange as desired.

I had a name too, but it escapes me now. I think we only managed one proper game with that character. I was the "party leader". I think I may have tried to grapple an orc or something.

Thinking of it it must have been a hybrid game if I didn't have some kind of percentile Strength score. Or maybe I did? Don't remember that bit.

That's just about all I remember!

My first character was a Special Forces OCC from Rifts: Mercenaries.  He was a Coalition-trained fighter pilot from a Chi-Town family that fell out of the Proseks' favor.  As a decorated officer, he was given the opportunity by his commanding officer to escape to exile while the rest of his family was purged.  

The campaign was based around the ARCHIE-3 adventure from the first Sourcebook, but ended up with us absconding to the New German Republic - at the suggestion of the "data" that Archie let us find - to tell their leadership the truth about Karl Prosek's reign.

My first RPG character was a Rider of Rohan in MERP.  

My second was a sniper in Shadowrun.

Both were in 1989.  

Prior to that, I'd played a lot of computer games and tactical games (BattleDroids, Ogre, Car Wars, etc.) but those were my start into tabletop RPGs.

My very first play session was in B2: The Keep on the Borderlands where I was handed a pre-made halfling thief, IRRC.  I've been in love ever since.

But like the OP I was the DM for our shiney new Red Box that following Christmas, so I didn't get much playing done until much, much later.

A basic D&D fighter. He never made it out of the Keep alive. Picking a fight with the watch is an especially bad idea if you are alone. What do you expect from a cocky 10 year old?

Quote from: Exploderwizard;588083A basic D&D fighter. He never made it out of the Keep alive. Picking a fight with the watch is an especially bad idea if you are alone. What do you expect from a cocky 10 year old?

Heh.  Yeah, I was about the same age and we were under the impression, "Why would there be stats for the castellan and his aid if they weren't meant to be killed?  Hmmm, he's higher level, so obviously we are meant to clear the caves, gains some levels, and then take over the keep."  

I was 11 years old. My brother got to play this weird game with my much older, 20-something cousin at the time and a bunch of other family members. The game's really weird, using those bizarre dice, and my brother is a WIZARD! I watch the game, since I'm deemed too young to play...

And I DROOL on the side lines...

I mean. I was CAPTIVATED. I SO wanted to play the game.

And then a miracle happened.

My brother got BORED and left the game table. While my cousin was wondering what to do of the character and whether to quit playing the game altogether, I seized the occasion and BEGGED him to let me take my brother's character and play him myself.

My cousin agreed reluctantly.

I remember we were exploring some catacombs under the cemetery of Hommlet. It was AD&D First Ed. I was a MU with 1 HP, a light spell and a dagger. I remember feeling the environment, listening to the noises as I crawled under a coffin in some tunnel that led to the catacombs. The feeling of darkness, the wetness of it all, the drops going "plock plock plock" in the distance... it was magical. I was there. It was AWESOME.

Then, I turn a corner... and a Skeleton strikes me with his short sword, hits, and kills me outright.

That's it. That was my very first RPG session as a kid.

I was HOOKED. The rest, as they say, is history.

I can't recall his name, but the oldest character I can recall was a fighter who perished in the Caverns of Chaos in Keep on the Borderlands. Two gnolls hurled spears at him and that's the end for him!

My first character was Ilmore, a Black Fang Assassin, exploring the Rainbow Mounds of Apple Lane in Glorantha. (I had chosen Black Fang as I didn't like the look of the other two Cults in the RuneQuest II book.)

I had spent most of my time slowly and carefully exploring the caves and avoiding the cliff toads and the rock lizards. Once past them however I rushed over the bridge that promptly collapsed and I fell into the water.
It took the GM an hour to then deal with my sister's and brother's characters before returning to me to reveal I had been captured by the newtlings. I later became their champion.

Good times.

His name is lost to time. I was in elementary school, and someone brought some d6's and made up something that was essentially a simplified version of D&D to use with a D6. He had a halberd and a lantern, and went deep into a maze to fight a minotaur.


We only had the one session.

Still I had fun.

The first game I was allowed to play in, rather than simply watch, I was a human illusionist.

My brother ruled that my character was killed by an invisible stalker about 45 minutes into the session because I was being so annoying (nothing's changed, etc.).  "You're dead, go sit in the corner and shutup."

I loved it for some reason, though, and learned to play along with "the adults" (really teens, but when you're as young as I was, they seemed like full-blown grown-ups!).

A Kinder thief in AD&D called Timothious.  He stole five rings of fireball and claimed to be an elf wizard with height problems.