I was just going throw my house today, cleaning up and moving stuff, when I found a couple of old folders, folders containing all my Warhammer Character Sheets and campaign summaries for each one. In my 19 years, I've roleplayed extensively. I've played Call Of Cthulhu, Dungeons and Dragons, Big Eyes Small Mouth, Heroes Unlimited, Shadowrun, just to name a few. But Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay has been, without a doubt, my favourite system, for both rules and sheer character. If you want to know more about WFRP, I suggest these links;

How James Wallis Ruined My Characters Life
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Wolfgang's Guide On Screwing Your Fellow PC
Semi-Sentient Bipedal Pack Animals

So, for your reading pleasure, I am going to list all my characters in no particular order. Some names are repeated, but that's 'coz I like them. These are characters who, over 9 years (been playing since I was 10) I've either played, NPC'd or GM'd for a prolonged period of time.

Heinrich Tottengrater - Human Assassin, ended up being caught an hung when his alcoholism got the better of him

Durgan Stonebeard - A Dwarfen Trollslayer (one of many I've played), was eaten by a troll he failed to kill.

Regina De La Sioure - Human Sorceress, still living, currently residing in Brettonia (think medieval France), minor claim to fame during the Storm of Chaos but, despite her wisdom and experiance, she is a relatively untried character, focussing more on political machinations than anything else.

Dargan Blackblood - Dwarfen Mercenary Captain, the character for my Warhammer: Dwarfs army general. Of all the characters I've played, he is my favourite, despite being the second incarnation of Dargan Blackblood, the first being a slayer that I actually played as a character for 9 years.

Sir Engelbrecht von Blutdorf - Human Noble and enterprising drug baron. Currently serving time in Middenheim for the murder of a City Magistrate. He was innocent. He'll be hung next Tuesday.

Vragni Blackblood - Son to the first incarnation of Dargan Blackblood, a dwarfen alchemist hunting for his fathers remains.

Klaus von Derzhaven - Human mercenary captain currently in the employ of a Boyar of Kislev and been forced into an expediation east to Cathay.

Brokki Two-Steps - Dwarfen Sapper, killed at the Siege of Blutdorf by a stray crossbow bolt.

Alrik Alriksson - Dwarfen Miner, captain of the Mighty Miners Mercenary outfit and currently hunting for an entrance into the Skaven under-empire, with the intent of organising a crusade against them.

Fimbur Sealeg - Dwarfen Gunner, uncle to the second incarnation of Dargan Blackblood, an ex-seaman with a penchant for firing big cannons. Lost his leg after he miscalculated the recoil from a particularly volitile shot.

Vragni Blackblood - Second incarnation, brother to the second incarnation of Dargan Blackblood.

Dargan Blackblood - The first incarnation of the name. One of my favourite characters. I follow up with his complete history later.

Regina De La Thorn - My girlfriends first character, a wizard apprentice. Was abandoned, but later revived as Regina De La Sioure.

Engelbrecht von Altdorf - Human Trick marksman, died soon into play after he was killed in his sleep by a dissatisfied innkeeper.

Klaus Rudolphus - Human woodsman, died defending his home from raiders and blatantly breaking the railroad the GM was trying to pave through my fucking house.

Sophia Schon - Human Smuggler, drowned when her boat was set on fire.

Mhornar - Dwarfen Trollslayer and father to the second incarnations of Vragni and Dargan. Confused yet?

Karin Brecht - Human Coachman, retired to a life in the Drakwald forest after a hard life as a travelling bodyguard. Believed to have died following the Storm Of Chaos.

Reinwald Jager - Human Tomb Robber. Was exploded after visiting a particularly nasty tomb in Khemri.

Drumir Grumisson - Dwarf Soldier, died in his first major engagement.

Rolf - Human squire, a non-character, simply there to act as a nobles entourage.

Klaus Jager - Human Woodsman, a information filtering NPC.

Ursula Quickfingers - Halfling Pickpocket and running gag.

Torilo - Wood elf apprentice mage, was lynched in a small Empire town when the locals realised he was an elf and killed him in a fit of xenological racism.

Edgar Handler - Human Chaos Warrior and running grand enemy against most of my player groups.

Brokk Enlagisson - Dwarfen Jewelcrafter and the most boring character I played. Spent his entire life making jewels and trying (and failing) to get rich. Most interesting thing that happened to him was his wife getting raped.

Quintus Jewelier - Human Physician, worked as a battlefield medic in Triage, died after contracting the pox.

Wolmar Grauver - Human Sea Captain, currently heading towards Lustria whilst being pursued by a small fleet of Slaaneshi cultists. One of my favourite characters, because he's a freaking Pirate.

Carolus-Barthelm Stutter - Human Scholar and possibly the most uptight being in the universe. Has been left behind deciphering ancient tomes whilst the others go off on an adventure.

Carmilla Vontetrug - Kislevite Ice Shaman, went Ice-Mad and slaughtered a small Kislevite village, currently being hunted by her former group.

Isolde Backer - Human noble, and star of a short story she was created for.

Britt Kaufer - Human bodyguard, died doing her job and was later robbed by her former employer.

Etherreda Schetmann - Human Bawd. Ended up getting arrested for aiding and abetting a murderer, though was only imprisoned for assaulting an officer of the Watch.

Valmir Rothbart - Human Knife Thrower. Threw a knife and missed.

Erich Bootman - Human Bawd, created for a story, but carried on with a life of his own, is currently the major enemy of Edgar Handler and has even survived hand-to-hand confrontations with him.

Gurdrud Hauptparson - Human Scribe, ended up chocking on her own bile when she was poisoned by a Skink blowdart.

Herdiens Ubereik - Wizards apprentice that ended up getting possessed and self-imploding after a REALLY bad roll for magic.

Estelde Eichen - Human watchwoman, became a warrior against Chaos of minor reknown, ended up killing a few chaos warlords before turning to chaos herself.

Szeck Dietmangren - Human Bounty Hunter, started off hunting outlaws before being lulled into killing a town governer and hunted by opposition bounty hunters. His life was ended by a sword to the heart.

Herschal von Sehlag - Human Gambler. Gambled all his money away before attempting to rob a tavern. Is currently a begger, trying to work out how he'll kill the person he blames for destroying his life and trying to get back to his noble family.

Tilke Sothelin - Human Agitator, ended up backing the wrong cause and was killed by a small-time gang known as the Hooks, her body dumped into the Reik.

Totengratter Wachter - Human Templar of Chaos, my first attempt at a political character. Ended up becoming a great warrior of Chaos, currently has an empire of about 400 men infiltrated through out the Empire who run his businesses he uses to finance his raids and sieges.

Gerehaus Endal - Human trapper, killed by a bear.

Ilse Stetdaschar - Human Militiaman, called to the defence of Middenheim during the Storm of Chaos and died, flung from the Castle walls.

Kaminferger Aubregirft - Human Squire, went on the run after killing his charge. Ended up caught and hung by the nobles brothers.

Valerla - Elf Wardancer, currently leading an assassin force against a small military outpost staged near the Athel Loren forest.

Enidorf Bluebottle - Halfling Ratcatcher, died of sepsis.

Magdalena Anfinger - Human Initiate of Ulric, entered the priesthood, campaign was abandoned due to personal reasons on behalf of the GM.

Sigrun Nestrasissta - Dwarf Trader, a character used in a friends short story.


So...there you go.

Feel free to ask questions or ridicule as may feel appropriate.

A little thing I wrote up for my character.

His name was Dargan Blackblood.

Slayer.

Murderer of Brother, Wife and Son, though few ever uncovered this. He found out his wife was cheating on him with his brother, and that his son was truly his nephew. In a blind rage, he slew them all. Hey, it might sound soap-operaish but give me a break, I was 10 when I made this character.

Throughout my gaming life, I've had one character that I've kept falling back on. Dargan Blackblood. He wasn't my first, but he was my longest. Since I started gaming, 8 years ago, Dargan has been my main character that I've played. For nearly half my life, I've roleplayed a slayer. 8 years real-time, decades in game-time.

Back in the begining there were 12 of us. Two slayers, an scout, three outlaw types, a merchant, an engineer, a priest, a bounty hunter and a wizard. Over the years they all died, save Dargan and Edgar Shcnult, the priest. We went through 8 years of gaming.

Then tradegy struck.

Over the last two years, we started losing players. Some died. Some moved away. Some lost interest. Until there was 4. So, for everyones sake, we put the game on hiatus.

Then we started playing again, scant months before the next edition of the game came out.

At the time, we were heading to Khemri to find the skull of Nagash, for no reason other than to make it my drinking cup. After a long discussion in game, we decided it was a stupid idea and that there would be no glory from dying of starvation and thirst in the desert. So we started treking north, back towards the Empire. When we heard the whispers of the coming Storm.

We talked long and hard with our GM. We wanted to play with the new edition as soon as it came out. We also wanted to start new characters, begin afresh. Our four characters had too many memories of the old group. So, after much soul searching and not a little crying, we decided that we would kill our characters off. For the games sake, anyway.

Of the surviving four, there was Dargan, Edgar, Wolfgang the Antagonist and Marcus the Charlatan. Of the group, I was the only real fighter. And of the group, Dargan was the domineering character. His history, his style, his life had more or less controlled the group. The others were bound to follow him, to record his death and his feats (not original, but very poignant). I just didn't feel right to simply 'kill him off', after all he's been through.

He's slaughtered family, maimed ogres, vivisected elves, eviscerated beastmen and, through a simple trick of thermodynamics, asphyxiated an entire warband of orcs hiding in a cave system. He's lowered daemons, lesser and one great (A Keeper Of Secrets, burnt through 2 Fate points alone trying to take that monster down, but that's a story in itself, a cult dedicated to 'The Twister Of The Sacred Flesh'). He was a hero. Though he felt no shame over being a kinslayer. This lack of remorse was in itself one of the reasons he took the Slayers oath. His weapons of choice? A crowbar (we even had stats made for it, basic handweapon but -1 damage and +10 to Parry) and the hammer he used to crush his nephew's skull with, a permanent reminder of why he had taken the oath.

So, after discussing it with the GM, we came to a conclusion.

What better place for a slayer to find his death, than at the forefront of the greatest Chaos Incursion the Old World had yet to see.

We were deep north, heading to Erengrad with the idea of heading to Norsca, when we were captured. An advanced scouting party, but bigger than most armies we had ever seen. Dargan slew three dozen before he was concussed and captured. The others surrendered swiftly afterwards. For agonising hours they discussed our future, before deciding to take us to there masters to try and earn a little pride and respect in their ranks.

At each stage, we were forced to fight. Wolfgang was gutted fighting a Bezerker of Khorne, but not before taking the beasts eyes out with his knife. Marcus was ripped apart by Ungors and his innards fed to carrion birds. Even Edgar lost his leg to a Chaos Champions axe. But through it all, Dargan fought, and slew. Until he came to the attention of Archeon.

They presented him up as a prize. He was battered, weak and bloody, but his eyes still burned with fury. His tongue had been ripped out years before, and he said naught when questioned. Archeons plate mailed fist left it's mark upon his face. Eventually, the captured priest Edgar spoke, telling him of his tales and his woes. Archeon smiled beneath his helm. He tied Dargan to a great banner, his arms outstretched and his weapons lost to the horde. For days it was told of his feats and his battles, paraded around the army like a prize.

Until the fight came.

We all know how hard it must have been for Archeon to keep the four powers of Chaos united for so long. He need a morale boost. By now, a great chunk of his host had heard the tale of the Silent Slayer. They all longed to see this monster in action, to see him move with an axe in his hand. And, in classic poise, Archeon granted them their wish. The bringer of the Storm of Chaos took up his axe and hewed Dargan from his prison. He was unfed, unwashed, wounded and beaten, but still he lived. Still a great fury burned in his chest.

The gave him a hammer. An old, rusty, broken whelp of a hammer. In a broken hand he took that weapon up and, in a feat that was in and of itself legendary, stood before Archeon, the Bringer Of Darkness.

Edgar watched all this, memorising every moment, recording every move.

We rolled the dice, but that was moot by this point. The real story was in our words.

We spoke of Dargans charge and his wide eyed stare. He swung that hammer like an wood chopper, trying to break Archeon in twain. But no matter what angle he came from, Archeon's axe was there to block. He knew Archeon was toying with him, but he didn't care. He had this one last chance at redemption, and he was intent on taking it.

Eventually, Archeon tired of this game. He had shown his force what this beast could do and now, like a horse with a broken leg, he was going to put it down. He swung his axe but, to his surprise, found Dargan's hammer up to block the blow. But the axe Archeon wielded was a weapon of Chaos. And the force that drove it was enough to break an Ogres back. It shore through the rusty steel of the handle, snapping it in two and gouging a great trench into Dargan's chest.

Dargan fell back, broken, beaten, bloodied. And defeated. A plated boot fell to his chest, driving him into the mud. Archeon stood boastful over the body. He spoke of the coming of the end of times. Of the dominance of Chaos over the forces of the Old World. He spoke of his might, of his rule. And while he spoke, he raised his axe, preparing for the coup de grâce.

But Dargan was not ready to die just yet. His fingers squeezed tightly around that broken shaft. With the lust of his might he lunged and, through the grace of the Ancestors, buried that metal shaft between the plates of the beasts armour, lodging it into his ribs. It was merely a mosquito bite for such a creature, but it had been Dargan's mosquito bite.

Dargan knew he looked upon the very face of death and, for the first time, truly knew he was going to die. He understood out his brother must have felt. Why his wife had screamed as she did, and why his son-come-nephew had made no sound. In the darkness of his mind, he begged for their forgiveness.

Archeon buried his axe into the dwarves skull, and the light of Dargan's life disappeared into the void. His corpse was decorated and tied to their banners once more, flying daemonettes plucking at the decaying flesh and dessicated body.

Edgar was released, sent to tell the tale of the dwarf's fall to the world. He wrote Dargan's memoirs and retired a wealthy man. He was assassinated in his sleep by a cult dedicated to the Twister of the Sacred Flesh. He had no family to speak of, and his wealth was donated to the Cult Of Slayers, such that it was. Dargan's name was finally carved into the wall of shame, along with the names of countless other slayers over the years.

We like to think that it was Dargan's blow that saw the eventual defeat of Archeon and his forces. That it was that slight wound that slowed the beast down just enough to allow others to defeat him. Maybe it was. Maybe it wasn't.

Either way, Dargan died. But his memory will live on.

Rest in Peace, Dargan. I know that you have found your redemption in the eyes of the Ancestors.

Double post. Reported.

Try posting all that in a single go.

Belligerence. Reported.

Goony goo-goo?

That is within the paramters of acceptable behaviour.

Brilliant.

It's stories like that which drew me into role-playing, to begin with... Bravo.

My RPing has always been curtailed by my characters unfortunate tendencies to betray his allies and then they survive and kill them.

That's half the fun of roleplaying.

It'd be more fun if I could wait for a good moment to do it, but I tend to roll impatient characters.

My Rp is not that etensive but I have close to 100 character sheets of 1 and 2 level ch I cant help it makin characters is like crack to me and designing worlds I have like 30 complete worlds gah Im a horrible GM so they never get used.
run on I know.

I love the fact that my characters all tended to die after a month or two. Or survive for years.

Yes, I too enjoy not having an opinion on matters and sometimes having opinions on matters.

It is the way of the world, is it not?