Man, if we're expanding this to the first GOOD character, I
didn't have one for years. I ran a lot of good NPCs, but I never
had many chances to field a player (you GMs all know how it
is).
The first good character I got to play was late in my
roleplaying career. It was in 2001, right after September 11. I'd
just cut off all my hair and gotten involved with a commissioning
program. I was in a class at Notre Dame with a very intelligent and
refreshingly conservative Trotskyite, and we somehow found out we
were both avid roleplayers. He offered to run a campaign for
myself, a friend of his, and the girl I ended up marrying four
years later.
We met in my now-father-in-law's basement and he ran a campaign
where he started us all off as NPC-class or apprentice-level
characters. I thought it was absolutely brilliant, so I hit the
books hard to find a good character concept.
In the end, I played a shepherd named Csaba Siksallandir. And
rather than building him for combat, like I tended to do with
previous characters, I built him for herding sheep. What a
revelation. A whole world of roleplaying opened up. I sat around
and watched sheep, levelled into ranger and got a dog (with better
stats than me), took perform (flute), handle animal, animal
empathy, wilderness survival, etc.
When wolves started harassing the sheep, it was like ultra-high
adventure all of a sudden. I basically took my father's composite
longbow (I think it was named Lada) and went after a pack of wolves
for weeks.
It ended when I tracked them to their den and killed most of the
pack by shooting and moving from one concealed perch to another (I
took a hitpoint of damage from pulling a bow with such high
poundage without enough practice). In the end, I was caught in a
perch aiming on the alpha when the wind shifted (random roll for
the wind...got unlucky).
I got yanked from some low branches by one of the remaining
wolves, and mauled pretty badly (there were more than a few rolls
to determine what kind of permanent scars I got). I killed one of
them with a knife, made some kind of called shot on another to do
bleeding damage on every subsequent turn, and managed to get free.
I lost my bow and knife in the process though.
In the end, I was about halfway up a very tall pine with two
very angry wolves pacing below me. It was a long wait. Fortunately,
one of them bled to death. Unfortunately, I was bleeding to death,
too. Then I remembered my sling. What I didn't have was sling
bullets. What I DID have was a few copper coins and a
whetstone.
Based on the DM's description of the coins' mass and dimensions,
I sharpened the edges of one of them and used it as a sling bullet.
I figured I was going down fighting, but I critted and confirmed on
the first one. The wolf died, I managed the heal roll to stabilize
myself, and I slowly crawled back to town.
And that was just my prologue. I got recruited into the actual
adventuring party shortly after.