Eh, D&D has always had some seriously odd monster ideas.

“Giant Beaver” was apparently an actual canon monster back in 1st ed. along with the “Duckbunny”, “Giant Vampire Frog” and “Flail Snail”.

Follow the link below if you don’t believe me:

http://www.headinjurytheater.com/article73.htm

The strange thing is how many of these oddball ideas have actually worked and been accepted into gaming mythology. (I’m thinking more of things like the “Beholder” and “Owlbear” here.)

I had to laugh, long and out loud, at the Giant Vampire Frog reference.

When I was just starting AD&D (1st ed., the hardbounds had just come out), a friend decided he wanted to play one of them as a character. The DM tried to discourage him, but he swore he could get away with playing the critter by making it a Giant Vampire Tree Frog.

DM said 'Okay, show me the sheet when you're done with it.'
Player said, 'No Way! You gotta create it for me! I don't know how to do that sort of stuff.'
The rest of us laughed so hard and so long that he quit the group.

I kinda feel bad now.

If he's reading this, I'm sorry I had to laugh. But it was kinda ridiculous ...

I always thought the flail snail was cooler than most of the weird monsters we got handed in D&D - at least it made some kind of sense. Prey animals developing big bonking appendages is reflected in real-world animals, you know.

So lately, I've been unable to tear my mind away from the idea of playing an adolescent wemic... "Yeah, I'll scout ahead" then lying in wait to pounce the party when they catch up and running off. Also, randomly attacking leaves, dust motes, invisible imaginary squirrels, etc... I think it would be high-larious.

Well, just a few days back, I was playing in my campaign, and our DM had something sneak into our rooms. We couldn't tell what it was at first, but then I, being the elf who was somewhat aware while he slept, felt something walk on him, and he woke up. He looked down to see a mouse in a french army uniform, holding a sewing needle in one hand. Confused, he tried to pick the mouse up. However, when he moved his hand, the mouse took out his needle, and poked my character.

Turns out, this was an awakened mouse ninja/assassin. I failed my fort save, and died. This has been the most embarassing death ever experienced for me, and I couldn't help but laugh.

As for the strangest thing I've wanted to play... I've wanted to play a warforged reforged monk. The concept of a robot being stripped of it's metal, so that it's basically a stick attending a monastery was too funny for me not to pass it down.

Hmmm... thats a hard one. Honestly there are some weird creatures actually in D&D right now. I persoanlly think that Owbears and Bugbears...while "interesting" concepts...are just kinda strange. I find the WereTiger weird as well.

Frankly I would love to play as an undead dragon with a cleric of pelor on my back..thats just contradicting...

I asked( and got to) to play a Kobold Paladin of Bahamut in Aqua armour. He also has a Napolean complex, and being the shortest character, the complex came up a lot.

I personally at one point played a Halfling Rogue, nothing strange there right? Well this particular rogue had an accident experimenting with some volatile alchemical reagents and mutated himself into a bug-man (Insectile template, I forget which book).

The poor little guy was so sickened by his appearance that he became a recluse and lived in a cave all by himself trying to reverse his condition. That same campaign we had a Raptoran and a Catfolk if I remember correctly, so my bug, a bird, and a cat.

My character ended up destroying that campaign pretty quickly as I played him true to form, paranoid, reclusive and very protective of his personal space. The abilities granted by the template made for some extremely useful tricks for a Rogue to have, but his personality was just too strong.

The extra arms made for extra attacks, perma-spiderclimb made for some interesting moments, and tremorsense insured no one ever snuck up on him in his cave. I wouldn't mind revamping that character at some point and maybe lightening his personality a bit and have him actually questing to try to find ways to reverse his condition.

I am Three Point, the Chaos Warrior! And that makes me... (goldust inhale/exhale) DANGEROUS!!!
So. I don't remember the name of this characters race. But it was a fey, that had the body of a fawn, and a humanoid torso. Sort of like a little Centaur. Anywho, his antlers had three points, and thus his name. For some god forsaken reason he became a chaos warrior, and he'd roam around the land with his trusty lance and "bum rush" anyone who got in his way. Whenever asked to introduce himself. He would say the introductory sentence with great emphasis. Looking down at the little guy, often most found it cute. The party grew to find it awfully annoying, insisting that noone ask who or what he was. Haha. Good times.

One of my players wanted to play a miniature orc. That in and of itself was a little giggly, but he wanted to name him Tork... and use a giant fork as a weapon. He would yell "I AM TORK THE ORC, FEAR MY FORK!" every bloody time they got into battle. It got old fast.

I have 2 characters that aren't so much strange as they are amazing, both are Grippli's and they're brothers that hate eachother (They're in two seperate campaigns in the same setting).

One is an Alchemist who is considered insane by others but completely normal to wizard standards, and his brother is a Grippli bard.

They both have only 5 strength and are under 2' tall, but they can stretch their tongues up to 10' as well as use them to lift 5lbs. in weight or do sleight of hand checks. My absolute favourite characters I've ever made

You know, I recently got reminded of a game that Gruggles ran right here on the Inn a while back and, after re-reading that delightfully disturbing thread, have come to the conclusion that Popsicle Percy has got to be the strangest character I've ever come up with and actually played.

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“Popsicle Percy”


Attributes
Physical - 3
Mental - 4
Social - 2
Skill - 4
Awesome - 3

Skills:
Stealth
Thievery
Sabotage
Medicine

Specializations:
Medicine - Surgery
Medicine - Anesthesia
Stealth - Stalking
Sabotage - Poison
Thievery – pick locks
Stealth - disguise
Sabotage - Demolitions
Medicine - Anatomy

Advantages:
Off the Grid
-“Popsicle Percy”? Who?

Crazy Prepared
-You don’t get to be a notorious serial killer by NOT having backup plan after backup plan on ice, now, do you?

Kung Shui Sundae
-Percy is exceptionally adept at finding ways to torture, maim, and/or kill folks using only those items that might be found on an ice cream truck… with sprinkles

Disadvantages:
Oh... that just ain't right!

- Preternaturally weird and creepy... Works all right for the serial killer in him but not so much when it comes to dealing with normal folks... Even kids who buy ice cream off his truck get ooged out when they really look at the banana splits he makes and can't help but notice that they look like cadavers on autopsy tables... looking like the bastard lovechild of Steve Buscemi and Christopher Walken doesn't help, either...

Items and Equipment:
-Ice Cream (I scream?) Truck
-Razor edged ice cream scoop(s)
-Set of surgical/autopsy tools (scalpels, bone saws, etc)
- Xtreme Cream Ice Cream Dispenser
- "Good Humor" outfit
- Multi-tool
- simple watch

Physical Description/Personality Description

“Popsicle Percy” wasn’t too prolific a name in City Fantastico until Mr Fantasti IV disappeared… He was around, of course, trolling the city for his preferred victims (pedophiles, rapists, wife/child-beaters, people who talk in theaters, those that don’t clean up after their pets… that sort of thing ) and/or customers (somebody’s got to buy this ice cream or else there won’t be any room in the freezers for the bodies, after all)… Sure, a “Slaughter Sundae” would show up from time to time (seemingly at random) but, up until Fantasti IV went missing and Fantasti V took over, City Fantastico wasn’t quite crime-ridden enough for Percy to really build up the “clientele” he needed to get up there on the list with folks like “Zodiac” or Charlie Manson or “The Sundae of Sam” (not that Percy ever compared himself to losers like that). That lack of notoriety served him pretty well, though – kept him off the radar, so to speak, and gave him the time he needed to really perfect his craft (and his banana splits) – and, by the time things “went south” for City Fantastico as a whole and crime made a roaring comeback, Percy was more than ready to jump into the murky limelight and it wasn’t long until Percy’s body count started climbing and the name “Bomb Pop” took on a more literal designation ...


Musical Interlude Dedicate one to the sinners...
Now summertime's here bub, need somethin' to get you killed
Ah, now summertime's here bub, need somethin' to get you killed
Better look out now though, Percy’s got somethin' for you
Tell ya what it is
I'm your ice cream man, fear me when I'm passin' by
Oh my, my, I'm your ice cream man, fear me when I'm passin' by
See now all my flavors are guaranteed to make you die
Hold on a second baby

I got bim bam banana pops, dixie cups
All flavors and pushups too

I'm your ice cream man, sinner, stop me when I'm passin' by
See now all my flavors are guaranteed to make you die
Hold on, one more

Well I'm usually passin' by just about eleven o'clock
Uh huh, I never stop
I'm usually passin' by just around eleven o'clock
And if ya' let me kill you one time, you'll become a pudding pop!

All right boys!

I got bim bam banana pops, dixie cups
All flavors and pushups too

I'm your ice cream man, fear me when I'm passin' by
See now all my flavors are guaranteed to make you die, yes
I'm your ice cream man, fear me when I'm passin' by
I'm your ice cream man, fear me when I'm passin' by
They say all my flavors are guaranteed to make you die
Ah one time

(Guitar Solo)

I'm your ice cream man, fear me when I'm passin' by
I'm your ice cream man, fear me when I'm passin' by
They say all my flavors are guaranteed to make you die

One time boys!
I'm your ice cream man
I'm your ice cream man
B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Baby!
Ah my my my
All my flavors are guaranteed......to make-uh-you-die
Ow!

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Yeeeeeah.... Good times!

...I completely agree.

In my early days of roleplaying, I was invited to join a homebrewed game called "Human". Upon inquiring as to the rules and types of characters I was told by my GM,"You can be anything that you want to be, and together we'll figure out your sheet."

"Hold on a second," I replied, "I can be ANYTHING I want?"

"Yup," he responded, "that's the beauty of Human. Allows for any type of character."

Being the cheeky person that I am, I told my GM, "I want to be an imaginary pink dragon."

And he let me do it. Through a roll of a d6 I was randomly assigned to another player to be their "imaginary friend", thus making me visible to him and him alone. Best part was, the player ran with it, having his character believe he was in a state of mental breakdown.

In the end, my imaginary pink dragon was more like a poltergist; influencing the world in small ways (look out! That toilet seat is flying right for your head!) and serving in a scout type capacity, complete with the loss of translation that an imaginary friend can only create. (Who the hell are you talking to? Don't tell me it's that "dragon" again.)

...you can be my imaginary pink dragon anytime you like.

((And I didn't mean that as dirty as it sounded, either.))

That character idea *is* awesome, Celeste... and you sound like a total perv, Eol.

When I was in high school, I ran a D&D game for some buddies. One was totally new to D&D, and wanted to be a troll.

I wouldn't allow it, though I ended up letting him play a half troll. Extreme strength, very slow regenerate... yeah, munchkinism at its finest.

He played the guy as a bit of a psycho, though. I recall his cutting a ghoul in half with his greataxe (i.e. critical hit when the thing was low on HP). He then informed us that, post battle, his character would celebrate by sodomizing the lower half of the ghoul's corpse.

This caused revulsion from the other players (his intention, I'm sure). I let him do it, but advised him that he's contracted a rotting disease from violating an undead corpse.

Yep, he never did that again.