For Rime of the Frostmaiden, I played a "failed wizard." When he didn't progress fast enough with his arcane studies, his father dismissed that tutor and forced him to study something useful, leading to him being a fighter. One of his major goals was to learn to cast spells, which he managed to do through feats like magic initiate and ritual caster. His purpose in joining the adventure was to find the ring that had been bitten off of his father's hand in order to gain ownership of an old watchtower he could use as a place of magical study.

Wait holy hell!! You showcased my Warforged Bard L-073!!! Thank you so much guys I appreciate it! 😊👍

Super friendly and kind necromancer. He was always willing to lend a hand or 1000 depending on the size of the local cemetery.

I played a 63 year old female human necromancer(pathfinder 1e oracle). She used all her free time to find her kidnapped and enslaved grandchildren. When she finally rescued them she spend the rest of her days developing an uninhabited island into a sanctuary for sentient undead that don't wanna hurt anyone. The human population that came in donated blood for the vampires and we purchased criminals on death row from nearby kingdoms to sustain liches and creatures like that. Her title was Granny Winters.

For a homebrew campaign, I played Mort the Ballin, a Goliath Wizard with mastery in the school of necromancy. His entire deal was that he was an excellent sportsball player, who after making a deal with a dark force to become the best sportsball player alive, regretted it because other sportsball players started being killed by the dark force. Now, using a loophole, Mort is attempting to gather a team of basketball zombies to challenge the force to a basketball game to break the deal.

Incredibly charismatic Goblin bard that can’t play his recorder for the life of him, whenever he succeeds it’s just people trying to get him to stop playing the recorder

The recent Anime 'Apparently, Disillusioned Adventurers Will Save the World' had an entire party like this. A trustworthy rogue as party face, a horny excommunicated cleric, a wizard adventuring purely to pay for gambling, a dragonborn fighter that abandonded their destiny of fighting the BBEG to become a gourmet instead and a legendary sword that just wants to be friends and see interesting stuff... and that's just the surface level before they get their backstory episodes.

I once had a energetic Tabaxi Rogue specifically designed to be.. unorthodox, to say the least. Subclass was Arcane Trickster, but chosen Feats were Chef, Poisoner, Ritual Caster: Cleric, Metamagic Adept, so on. He did a little of everything and became the face of our party overtime. That isn't to say he took the spotlight often, but nobody really forgot that furball in part he probably had SOMETHING to contribute, whatever was happening. One highlight is when our party was infiltrating a necromancer's crypt, where he nearly died failing to disarm every trap, finding a friendly flesh golem, then flashbanging the necromancer with Blindness/Deafness in the same session. Wild cards can be a lot of fun to play with!

I still miss my half-orc Barbarian named Daisy. She was actually pretty smart and dexterous. She got natural boosts to strength, so she decided to focus on building up other things in her life by reading and stuff. She ended up with nothing below a 14 for level 1, with points buy array.

I once had a character that could heal his allies with his enchanted lute/guitar. Thing is, he wasn't a bard. He was a wizard named Chadicus who dropped out of college.

Pathfinder here: I played my barbarian like a monk. She was a Large Tabaxi Tiger Barbarian, but true neutral. The idea was that she had rage-issues when she was young, but learned through meditation to accept and "befriend" her anger. She only lets out her rage at appropriate times, like combat. Out of combat is is completely zen, with a penchant for smoking her pipe, gardening, and doting on the young Tiefling in the party.

The wolf. Yes, a literal wolf using the base stat card but with a high enough intelligence to remember things. The name GG was given to them because they used to eat anything that smelled decent enough to eat, the result being the term of "gobbling guts." Very interesting to try and communicate things without language while trying to stay within the confines of a simple mob.

It's not that different from the norm, but I love playing ranged fighters, because it always catches people off guard when I hang back in mid-range after saying "I'm a fighter". Also, it puts me in a good place to off-tank any flanking enemies that thought the casters would be easy prey.

Haven't made it yet but really want to play a friendly necromancer that pays for the services of his minions by helping the dead solve their unresolved issues, delivering their final words,or just helping them complete their bucket list.

I have a bard who’s main gimmick is that he’s just absolutely godawful at playing music, and all of his charm attempts basically resulted in everyone running away because they couldn’t bear to hear him murdering his lute. Very good at intimidation, though he wasn’t entirely aware of it.

This is hands down one of the most wonderful threads I've seen on this channel. Definitely giving this one a like. :D

I got an idea for a character while watching this video

I've got 2. First one was also my first character; He-Who-Eats-Shrooms, a hill dwarf cleric. He made contact with a fungus god while in a mushroom-powered psychedelic haze, and now he wanders around the surface, spreading the word. His way of doing this is by spreading fungus everywhere he goes, using his divine powers to accelerate their growth. He also has access to the Psychedelic Flames (Sacred Flames, but technicolor!), and, because he only eats mushrooms (instead of the usual Dwarven pasttime of guzzling alcohol), his blood was poisonous.

Mine was very grim, macabre, and somewhat disturbing yet tragic. My Battlesmith Artificer had a twin knight brother who always traveled with him. They were nice, although there was something very very odd about the Artificer and something stranger about the brother. The Artificer was probably a little mad. Both wore matching suits of armor. The brother never talked, always listened to what the Artificer said and was extremely smelly, he straight smelled of death. Artificer was always talked for his brother, leaning his ear over to his helmet in that imaginary friend trope "Oh what was that?"

I have two from the same campaign, a modified Dungeon of the Mad Mage. One is mine, the other is a buddy’s.