Chet said:
OH MZ - you cant leave that dangling out there. Now you are obligated to share!
Okay, but I require everyone to remember that I am really a boring homemaker and got married at 19 to my high school sweet heart. Roll playing games are ALL talk (and nicely painted figurines and drawings I had commissioned of my favorite characters).
Now that we have the disclaimer out of the way:
My first character was a fighter-mage with red hair and the attitude to go with it -- a la Red Sonja. She eventually got herself into trouble and had a half-demonic child, a son, who could switch genders because his 'father' was a succubus (in male form, it is called an Incubus, but this boy technically had 2 mothers and no father).
Mom was Chaotic Good but demons are automatically of Evil alignment. He got an inheritance from Mom (she became very powerful before I retired her) but was basically on his own once he left home. I didn't play him long. He got into too much trouble. I never really could get into playing an evil character.
I briefly had a magic wielding character, I believe called an Houri -- sort of a tramp with spells. Most of her spells involved a kiss (like "the kiss of death" at high levels, but I didn't play her that long). In her first adventure, we conquered some pirates. For my share of the loot, I asked for all that stuff no one else wanted -- silks, china, spices, etc. -- and she retired to open a very lavish, upscale hotel and brothel in the local town.
She was very short and very busty (jokes were made about her looking like a bowling ball -- this was randomly rolled up on some table someone had, not by choice) and so her brothel specialized in exotic tastes -- the only brothel around where you could get it on with a Centaur, for example. She became an NPC (non-player character, played by the gamemaster, usually) but if I was around and someone stopped in at that hotel/brothel in that GM's world, I got to play her. lol.
This always shocked the newbies and was great fun. All the guys eventually adopted me as their "little sister" and were very protective of me (after they got over all the drooling and laying bets over who would risk jail to bed me). So new people just never quite knew what to make of it all.
Alright, Chet -- this long-winded post is your fault. Don't blame me.