Tell your first character's story...

[NoteworthyFellow]

(As per usual, no characters that have been alive within the last year.)

My first character, back in 2001, was an elven assassin in Allanak.  He spent a fairly decent potion of his starting 'sid on armor from that elf in the Bazaar that sells chitin armor, and acquired for himself two obsidian daggers.  Almost immediately, he met a cloaked figure with whom he had a short conversation, casually mentioning that he was an assassin.  The cloaked figure (a character, by the way, who my elf never saw without his hood up) quickly informed the young elf never to just say that to people.  This figure, who happened to also be an elf, took our young assassin under his wing, taught him how to cook travel cakes, and lent him the coin to join the T'zai Byn.  The wannabe assassin also met a young human girl whom he befriended and often chatted with in the Gaj when he wasn't cleaning the latrines.

Soon, there came a Recommended Playing Time, and the elf's Byn unit was sent out to hunt some gith.  He helped kill several of the roaming gith raiders along the North Road until they came up near the Shield Wall, when he found himself the target of one of the gith they were fighting.  He was wounded and opted to flee--right over the Shield Wall.

So.  What was your first dose like?



EDIT: If your first character wasn't all that exciting, go ahead and list the one that got you hooked.  Oh, and from further down in this thread, from Rahnevyn:

Also, make no mention of any PCs who are currently still alive, or of plots which you think still may be going on.

[Gimfalisette]

Boring merchant girl who looked boring and acted boring and went to work for Kadius, which was boring, and I was bored...so I stored. That wasn't the character that hooked me on ARM, though, pretty obviously.

[The7DeadlyVenomz]

Well, my real first was a merchant named Jerusalem Rivers, but I really can't remember anything about him other than the fact that he tried to craft arrows in Allanak for a living in the middle of the Gaj, and that some Templars (and many others) thought it prudent to ask him why he had the last name Rivers (being that there are no rivers in Zalanthas, something I really didn't totally comprehend). He wanted to start a merchant house and stuff, too - I really don't remember much more about him.

My first to really get the game, though, was an elf warrior named Krist. He started in Allanak, spent all his starting money, went and twink-killed an NPC in the Barrel (which took maybe ten minutes real life, even though the NPC was unarmed) because he was starving, fled-self from a dwarf named Gold who came along as the NPC died, met a Kuraci who recruited him ten minutes after the twink-kill, and quickly decided to join Kurac, finding passage to the Outpost was leaving nearly immediately. He rode to the Outpost on a wagon, started to really enjoy serving Kurac, was ordered to learn to ride by his sergeant, and then subsequently told to get the fuck off the kank by a staff, and eventually got some real good notes and stuff. He trained under Davaz and learned the old mul's Bladestorm fighting style (which was, mind you, a literal script attacked to my character that would make him do awesome shit), created one of the cairns south of Luir's for his fallen sergeant, killed a unit of gith once and then heroically survived a nine-gith ambush solo later on - they just kept coming and he nearly died, but...I didn't twink. He made sergeant too, and at somewhere between 50-60 days of played time, died of starvation when I fell asleep at the keyboard. *sigh*

I have never played an elf since, because I never felt like I got it, but the only elf I ever played did alright.

[mansa]

I had a burglar in Red Storm.  I tried to pick the lock of the only locked door in red storm with my fingers, and spent 20 minutes before it popped back, 'Pick with what?'

I walked to Allanak, and met up with another boy, and he said we should go exploring.  We went into the 'rinth, and I fell down the well and got hurt.  He told me to sleep it off so I did.  He killed me.

[Tuannon]

My first was an assassin, a couple of years ago.. never mentioned to anyone he was an assassin and next to never dressed completely like one. Joined a House through sheer luck, avoided being eaten by a certain Senior Lord Templar over a slight misunderstanding over how the Law works.

Anyway, said character lived a long time and never was really good at anything except being hard to see while standing still.

[Rahnevyn]

Just repeating this for emphasis:

(As per usual, no characters that have been alive within the last year.)

Also, make no mention of any PCs who are currently still alive, or of plots which you think still may be going on.

[Mood]

My first character was nothing to write home about, and my second wasn't, either. My third, however, was the one that got me hooked to Armageddon.

Azhaj Salbadr, the suk-krath tattooed man, was a young warrior/mercenary who joined the Byn hoping for 'sid and glory. Unfortunately for him, he didn't find it there. What he did find, though, was a partner in debauchery that he stuck with until his early, and untimely demise. When they were still runners, the pair would spend many-a-night (and many-a-day, sneaking away unbeknownst to their superiors) in the Gaj, drinking away the little 'sid they had. They did this for some time until, by chance, Azhaj had a meeting with a young, chubby Salarr employee. This crazy bitch of a tribal offered Azhaj and his partner a job after they talked for a bit, and they jumped on the opportunity, eagerly leaving their abas and patches with their sergeant.

This is where Azhaj's life got interesting. He wasn't really involved in anything secret, or magickal, or earthshattering, but he did drink and smoke spice a lot. He hit on pretty much any woman he saw (including the aforementioned Salarri, his boss, lovingly referred to as Titsy), and often got into trouble for it. Mostly, though, Azhaj just had a good time doing whatever the fuck he was doing, until he fell in a hole and died of thirst.

Though he never really got around to doing anything great, I had a blast with that crazy motherfucker, and he's still my favorite character out of the forty-six I've had.

[manonfire]

Raleth - the portly, bearded man

Joined the Byn with his IG brother, Rame.

Was sparring with his sergeant, Henna, when she cracked his skull open with a mercy-on chop to the head, killing him.

So it goes.

[Seeker]

My first was a member of a nomadic human tribal family called the Larati.  He was ugly, cowardly, shy, awkward and pretty much confirmed as being totally worthless by his people.  His life had essentially devolved into following after the families' dilapitated caravan, scavenging their leavings.

Disgusted with this life and himself, in the first bold descision of his existence, he abandoned the family and staggered off across the sands towards the first outpost the caravan passed close to.

That was Danu.  The outpost that he crawled into (poor, unskilled and completely clueless about the rest of the outside world) was Luirs.  He ended up serving Kurac for almost four IG decades and eventually, with -plenty- of misteps and screw-ups, managed to rise to the rank of Advisor to the House in Trade Operations.  He saw the world, met with the important and powerful, became crippled, fantastically wealthy, corrupt and old.

It turned out that he wasn't quite as incompetent as his Uncles thought he was.


Seeker

[LauraMars]

I'm not telling mine.

[RogueGunslinger]

I'm not telling mine.

Scaredy cat.

[Rhyden]

My first was a Tuluki who eventually joined the greatness that was Salarr. This was way before OH MY GOD ITS SALARR! This was back when Oreoni was Sergeant and Aliha (?) was Journeywoman. My character eventually made Corporal after leading a completely insignificant life of training (while I was OOC learning how to play). Eventually we headed down to Allanak and my character was bedazzled by this huge ass city. So wondrous was my character, he explored and eventually found himself in the rinth where he found many cloaked figures fighting one another. Attempting to intervene, like any good Salarr Corporal would, he marched right on in and summarily got shanked.

[BreakBad]

The first character I had that got me hooked was a human pickpocket in Tuluk. I couldn't tell you which character he was, but I had wasted many just learning how to play the game.

Anyway, this pickpocket was around for a certain mantis filled HRPT, though I had forgotten about the HRPT and just happened to log in at the perfect time. So this pickpocket stepped out onto the street to see a huge crowd of people cheering, passing weapons around, etc. The mantis came and started killing people left and right, but left my pickpocket completely untouched. (Remember, I was still fairly new to the game, and mass-combat was impossible to understand for me.) Eventually, I saw a PC whith whom I was fairly familiar being attacked by mantis. In an attempt to be heroic, I grabbed one of those cross-hilted, bone bastard swords off the ground and ran east to save my friend. Once I got there, I miraculously managed to rescue him, but then  realized that the sword was too heavy for me to use and as a result lost that character.

Not the greatest story, but it was one of the first good ones I had.

[Is Friday]

I started my first character as a scrounging beggar (since I didn't know how to roleplay any of the professional institutions the vast world provided.) Bored one day with not finding anything out in the streets, she decided to wander around outside the gates, (stupid RPG thought process here...) and walked down the road west. A cloaked figure rode in one some sort of creature, (didn't know what a sunlon was at the time,) and paused to greet my girly.

Figure: "Hello. Why are you uh... out of the city without a mount?"
Girly: "I don't know."
Figure: "Oh all right."
<pause>
Figure dismounts and stands over my resting girly.
Figure: "Give me your sid."
Girly: "No!" *clings to 1000 sid*
Figure: "All right."
Figure subdues girly. Girly doesn't know how to break free. Girly is strapped onto sunlon like a pack, (with emotes, I'd reckon.) Figure rides to Shield Wall, threatens to throw her over. Girly still says no. Figure suddenly gets an idea, and draws his club. Figure knocks out Girly. Girly wakes up at western Allanaki gates with a shirt, boots, and a lump on her head.

This was naturally my first real interaction with another roleplayer, and my first introduction to just how the world worked in general terms. Very compelling for me.

[BlackMagic0]

The pale, jade-eyed male

This pale young male, Israfel a half-elf, with a outstandly terrible main-desc (should have got a reward for how bad it was) was a poor down on his luck fool with dreams of becoming a great hunter of the wastes. Well, children, this poor out of his luck half-elf was quite lonesome and needed 'sid. He eventually, went to the bazaar to buy some gear, hacker, such as that. To late to go mining this week he said, so he went to the bar and made a friend! The next week, he goes out for some mining and all is well, mines for a while.. and.. it all went to Drov then! HE FORGOT TO BUY WATER! Suffering and unable to make it back to the city, our hero starts crawling slowly back only to be found by a Salarri, oh joy were his thoughts, I'll be safe! So, this Salarri goes on to rant about how terrible his life is, how everyone this and that, and pulled out a huge emo-feastival of rants on our dying hero. Our hero, the smart lad he was, went and contacted his friend to save him, she comes out to give him water and OH NO the salarri turns on them! Kill him as he tries to run for he knows to much, and then that is the end of our poor hero. A knife thrown into his back, ended his dreams.

This obviously was not the PC that got me into the addiction.....
Hope you enjoyed the story!! 

[LauraMars]

Ok fine.  My first character was an eager, patriotic, bright-eyed Tuluki named Valentine.  I made her after reading the documentation obsessively.  She was a merchant/acrobat.  Her background detailed her dead Kuraci parents and her semi-incestuous relationship with her half-brother, who disappeared to go to Allanak and look for his fortune.  She spent her starting sid on weird stuff accidentally, because I didn't understand the buy command, or any command.  After a couple days of wandering around in confusion, I stumbled across Holten Irofel, whose player gave me a quick ooc lesson in syntax and emoting.  Thanks Marko, wherever you are.

A bunch of other stuff happened with passing out and being robbed repeatedly because of that damn Way, joining Kurac, having way too much mudsex (on the plus side, I really learned that emote code), and standing around awkwardly while Shatuka beat the crap out of people.  Then Valentine ended up dying to terradin in the Sanctuary, ending the story where it began, and I'm pretty sure someone looted my boots. 

Here I am now about three years later, still standing around awkwardly while everyone else is a badass.

[manonfire]

Bwahah, I remember Valentine.

[Ender]

(As per usual, no characters that have been alive within the last year.)

My first character, back in 2001, was an elven assassin in Allanak.  He spent a fairly decent potion of his starting 'sid on armor from that elf in the Bazaar that sells chitin armor, and acquired for himself two obsidian daggers.  Almost immediately, he met a cloaked figure with whom he had a short conversation, casually mentioning that he was an assassin.  The cloaked figure (a character, by the way, who my elf never saw without his hood up) quickly informed the young elf never to just say that to people.  This figure, who happened to also be an elf, took our young assassin under his wing, taught him how to cook travel cakes, and lent him the coin to join the T'zai Byn.  The wannabe assassin also met a young human girl whom he befriended and often chatted with in the Gaj when he wasn't cleaning the latrines.

Soon, there came a Recommended Playing Time, and the elf's Byn unit was sent out to hunt some gith.  He helped kill several of the roaming gith raiders along the North Road until they came up near the Shield Wall, when he found himself the target of one of the gith they were fighting.  He was wounded and opted to flee--right over the Shield Wall.

So.  What was your first dose like?

I'm pretty certain I was your sarge, and was really callous to the other runners who were worried if you still alive or not.

newb runners - "We should go save him!"

grizzled sarge (me) "Shut up, probably dead anyway."

think "More sid for me!"

[Winterless]

Let's see...

Adara was a dwarf who's parents were in a traveling performing caravan. When she was a baby the caravan was attacked and her parents murdered along with everyone else in the caravan. The scoundrels didn't kill her though, instead they kidnapped her and fled to Allanak. Her captors cared for her as their own and never told her what happened until she entered into adolescence. Adara saw red and began becoming very interested in her "parents" work as assassins. She began training as a teen and one night slipped out and away from them, focusing on finding them once she'd really honed her skills and kill them, but not before finding out everything that she could about the night her parents were killed. She lived on the dirty, dusty streets of Allanak for a time until she happened upon a couple homely, old dwarves near the Gaj. She struck up conversation with them and it turned out that they were some survivors of the massacre on the caravan. They were utterly surprised to find Adara alive, they thought that she had been taken and killed as some sort of sacrifice or other such nonsense. They took her into their home and "adopted" her, taught her what they knew of weapons crafting, and tried to help her uncover as much about what happened and why as they could. As Adara came of age her new family grew older and more withered and though they loved her deeply they couldn't really support her anymore, so once again, Adara took to the streets of Allanak. She eventually ended up outside the gates of the Byn where a trooper, another dwarf named Axel, stumbled upon her. Though gruff and tough, he took her under his wing and into the Byn. After a time, Axel and Adara fell in love and as such he became part of her focus. It was a whirlwind romance that included lots of kanking with their weapons on and pants at half mast. Axel rose through the ranks to become Sergeant and Adara quickly followed by becoming a trooper. As goes in the Byn, there was lots and lots of training to be had, and Axel being her Sarge helped her in the respect that he allowed her to do her special training while everyone else did the rough and tumble shit. She was seen often around the streets of Allanak sneaking around in the shadows (until she became good at it of course), practicing her craft. She formed many friendships while in the Byn, but none so strong as her relationship with Axel, and when he died to save her and another trooper it tore her apart. She had many sleepless nights, went through a period where she couldn't eat, even had a round or two with attempted suicide, but her friends and new Sergeant gave her a wake-up call. In the end she jumped from the Byn saying that she needed to go out into the sands to find herself and focus back on what happened to her family.

Yeah, I stored her. What a first character though, huh?

[Malken]

Let's see...

Adara was a dwarf who's parents were in a traveling performing caravan. When she was a baby the caravan was attacked and her parents murdered along with everyone else in the caravan. The scoundrels didn't kill her though, instead they kidnapped her and fled to Allanak. Her captors cared for her as their own and never told her what happened until she entered into adolescence. Adara saw red and began becoming very interested in her "parents" work as assassins. She began training as a teen and one night slipped out and away from them, focusing on finding them once she'd really honed her skills and kill them, but not before finding out everything that she could about the night her parents were killed. She lived on the dirty, dusty streets of Allanak for a time until she happened upon a couple homely, old dwarves near the Gaj. She struck up conversation with them and it turned out that they were some survivors of the massacre on the caravan. They were utterly surprised to find Adara alive, they thought that she had been taken and killed as some sort of sacrifice or other such nonsense. They took her into their home and "adopted" her, taught her what they knew of weapons crafting, and tried to help her uncover as much about what happened and why as they could. As Adara came of age her new family grew older and more withered and though they loved her deeply they couldn't really support her anymore, so once again, Adara took to the streets of Allanak. She eventually ended up outside the gates of the Byn where a trooper, another dwarf named Axel, stumbled upon her. Though gruff and tough, he took her under his wing and into the Byn. After a time, Axel and Adara fell in love and as such he became part of her focus. Axel rose through the ranks to become Sergeant and Adara quickly followed by becoming a trooper. She formed many friendships while in the Byn, but none so strong as her relationship with Axel, and when he died to save her and another trooper it tore her apart. She had many sleepless nights, went through a period where she couldn't eat, even had a round or two with attempted suicide, but her friends and new Sergeant gave her a wake-up call. In the end she jumped from the Byn saying that she needed to go out into the sands to find herself and focus back on what happened to her family.

Yeah, I stored her. What a first character though, huh?

[Winterless]

Let's see...

Adara was a dwarf who's parents were in a traveling performing caravan. When she was a baby the caravan was attacked and her parents murdered along with everyone else in the caravan. The scoundrels didn't kill her though, instead they kidnapped her and fled to Allanak. Her captors cared for her as their own and never told her what happened until she entered into adolescence. Adara saw red and began becoming very interested in her "parents" work as assassins. She began training as a teen and one night slipped out and away from them, focusing on finding them once she'd really honed her skills and kill them, but not before finding out everything that she could about the night her parents were killed. She lived on the dirty, dusty streets of Allanak for a time until she happened upon a couple homely, old dwarves near the Gaj. She struck up conversation with them and it turned out that they were some survivors of the massacre on the caravan. They were utterly surprised to find Adara alive, they thought that she had been taken and killed as some sort of sacrifice or other such nonsense. They took her into their home and "adopted" her, taught her what they knew of weapons crafting, and tried to help her uncover as much about what happened and why as they could. As Adara came of age her new family grew older and more withered and though they loved her deeply they couldn't really support her anymore, so once again, Adara took to the streets of Allanak. She eventually ended up outside the gates of the Byn where a trooper, another dwarf named Axel, stumbled upon her. Though gruff and tough, he took her under his wing and into the Byn. After a time, Axel and Adara fell in love and as such he became part of her focus. Axel rose through the ranks to become Sergeant and Adara quickly followed by becoming a trooper. She formed many friendships while in the Byn, but none so strong as her relationship with Axel, and when he died to save her and another trooper it tore her apart. She had many sleepless nights, went through a period where she couldn't eat, even had a round or two with attempted suicide, but her friends and new Sergeant gave her a wake-up call. In the end she jumped from the Byn saying that she needed to go out into the sands to find herself and focus back on what happened to her family.

Yeah, I stored her. What a first character though, huh?

LMFAO

[Khorm]

My first character was a human assassin from the 'rinth. Got an interview from Pearl about joining the Crimson Wyverns.. didn't work out so much. Spent the rest of his relatively short life making friends of people and luring them into the 'rinth where stuff would kill them, and he'd take their gear.

Everything went great until I decided to wear some of the awesome gear I was getting and ultimately died in the very same way as those poor folks.

Fortunately, I don't think I've done anything quite so stupid since.

[Only He Stands There]

Vansier. The compact, coal-bearded man. Or Vanse. Human merchant/stonecrafter that got hired into Kadius after a few months of indie work.

Had a lot of... pretty terrible misadventures in Kadius. Most of which involved one or two people under him doing something like putting a live gurth on the bar in the Sanctuary, at which point it promptly bites a noble, destroys the bar, and causes an enormous ruckus.

Eventually stored him due to not having any time left.

[Kronibas]

Okay, my first character was Kronibas.

After having my first app rejected on the basis that "the Blackwing elves would not have let Kronibas live after slaughtering the caravan his
family was on," I reached some sort of compromise with the imms and made it in.

I started at Red Storm and marched right out onto the plains.  It took all of five minutes to earn death by siltflyer.

While waiting at the gates of Red Storm to regenerate move points, a Kuraci group came across him, and he began to ask them for help
"getting his corpse back."

They steered me away from that, made my naked ass character get on a beetle and sent him up to Luir's, where he was made a Kuraci.

One of the big things Zune said was:  Don't go into gypsy lands!  Don't you do it!

So what I do?  Enter gypsy lands..

and someone saw him and told on him!  you know who you are, too!   the end.

[a strange shadow]

Liya, the lithe, red-haired woman. Half-elf ranger/archer.

Got picked up by Durg and his crew after an hour or so of wandering aimlessly around in Tuluk's streets. They put up with my complete newbishness and borderline twinkery (aka stumbling in the gates at poor health going "hey I killed a gortok all by myself!") and turned me into a competent player. I repaid them by ditching the crew for IC reasons and going it on her lonesome in the wilderness for the next couple months. During that time she befriended an Anyali and told stories around the campfire, got picked on by Kuraci regulars, got pissed at those darn Kuraci and mouthed off to Samar Kurac, who took her elf "friend" hostage until she apologized to him, got raided for the duskhorn leather collar that she was so proud of, passed out on the road and got kidnapped by a mul named Surak, who actually saved her life from an elf who was going to kill her, got ambushed by gith and fell off the shield wall, and tried to impress an elf by going along with him on a wezer hunt. Her life ended there, with a mocking psi the last thing I saw before the *beep*.

She lived a little over 18 days. I had such an awesome time.