Favorite character you’ve made?

[Choking on Mud]

Still trying to find an rp to join but while searching I’ve been reading other people’s characters and it’s been fun so I’d love to read about more from y’all.
And to make it a fair exchange I’ll start first! If you can’t decided on a favorite, you can go with your most interesting or oldest, since it’s hard for me to choose too.

Melina Barlos is my second oldest character that I made when I was 11 for a server rp I never joined, originally just some stuck up kid who was an Angel and really edgy to a soldier with a tragic past just fighting to die.
Melina, or Mynt as her father liked to call her, grew up in a small sea side town with her parents and older sister. Her mother the daughter of a farmer, her father a baker, and her sister a soldier for this special group of individuals who can take out these creatures within their world. Despite her sister always being absent due to fighting on the front lines Mynt still had her parents to take care of her and the plants in the garden to keep her company. Everything was peaceful…till they weren’t.

The attack- no…the massacre didn’t leave many behind within its wake and the ones that were left were forever scarred by the event. Mynt was only a child. The years of guilt around the loss of her parents ate away at her and the isolation of not being able to see her sister due to how busy she constantly was with protecting them drove Mynt to a dark place for a long time. She ended up becoming a shut in and taking up some bad habits, only really taking solace in the few hobbies she still enjoyed. But right when she settled into her gloom, of course things had to change for the worst;she gets a call. Her sister is gone.

With not much else to do she decided to join the army, pick up the work her sister left and due her proud, right? At least that what Mynt is telling herself she want, deep down though? She knows this is just her way of begging for death. So when she dies, she’ll at least could’ve said she did something for the world and maybe that’ll be good enough for whatever sick bastard that’s watching this all play out to let her see her family again. But it’s already been a few years since then and she’s still waiting and maybe…maybe she’ll be opening that bakery she always wanted to…wouldn’t that be nice?

Longer than I wanted that to be, I tried keeping it as concise as I could
Hope you like her and I can’t wait to see what y’all have too :))
(Sorry for any typos, it’s 2am;-;)

[Sky Blue]

This is an oc from the nameless tavern that i've started to use for everything.

Loki Nicholas nightingale

"No! I don't spread evil! I spread chaos! there's a difference, dahling. evil is bad; chaos is utterly hilarious."
Age: 19
Gender: Male usually. (shapeshifter...)
Occupation:adventurer
Abilities: shapeshifting and energy manipulation.
Skills: he can cook and fight but that's kinda it. everything else is just copying those around him.

Personality:
DEF strong headed, rly funny, either takes himself super seriously or not at all lol. kind- he fights for justice in that everyone gets what they deserve (kinda like karma) but also can forgive. While he is usually a kind person, he is trying to show his good side and tends to snap if confronted with his pride.
Biography:
Loki's consciousness has existed for eons, but due to him being in a mortal body, he only remembers the 17 years he's spent in that body. Loki used to be the norse god Loki, (I based him off of the version in marvel comics when he becomes a good guy) but his mind was banished to earth after trying to kill thor, and nearly succeeding. While other religious deities exist, they probably won't be as important to the story. Thor is watching over Loki, and pities him, hoping he can be redeemed. Odin is… stubborn. And hela thinks he should die.
Loki’s father was a silver dragon, ( a good dragon that socializes a lot ) and Loki’s mother is a kitsune. His mom was kidnapped by slaver’s who sold her for profit, and Loki is trying to find her. Loki also had a dryad girlfriend, but even though he wanted to stay with her, he had to leave her behind in order to save his mother. They ended on good terms though.
He's had a bit of experience, protecting himself from bandits on the road, but that's kinda it.
Likes:
Chaos, Animals, Humor, Debates, A good insult, and Pissing people off for literally no reason other than to see how they react.

Dislikes:
bugs and bad people.

Fears:
spooders! deep water.

Weaknesses:
Can only doggy paddle, as he taught himself to swim by watching animals. has no real social experience, due to raising himself. prone to violent apathetic moments of rage if his friends are hurt.

Other:
Has a head ghost who talks to him who only Loki can hear, named Gale. others may be able to sense him, but only Loki can speak to the ghost. the ghost is stuck with loki, to the ghosts dismay.

[Foster]

The key part here being a character I made, and not one made by someone else and then thrown in my lap when they bounced from an RP to see what I could do with that character (it's a lot).

Based on how often I've tried bringing them back, probably the OG Chartose. Drunken and disorderly half-elf mercenary with a crossbow, lance, and a very clever girl horse. Also present was a dwarf, who he was racist against, and a giant, who also disliked him, and a fire-elemental whom he was smitten by (and also happened to be a princess in exile operating incognito)... who also hated him.
-He's been re-imagined/re-booted/re-interpreted more than a dozen times by now, even changed species a couple of times along the way as the harbinger of well-intentioned chaos.

One of the favorite one-hit-wonders was a water-merchant I made for a fallout RP. Befriended a lone-surviving tribal and set out on a quest to free them. Ended up breaking up a brothel, recruiting an NCR ranger, made a pet nightstalker, and encountered some slavers in a tank. Originally I'd planned for him to get mortally wounded by the end of the RP, but everyone else made a very strong case that he should live happily ever after. Oh, and I never even played fallout before (still haven't), so I was just making things up as I went and had a page open to the wiki for any fan/canon info as needed. Washed that all down with a brahmin-burger with cheese and a tall glass of sunset sasparilla.

After that it's a tie between Ira Strank, Adrian Vance, Alexi Sheppard, and Specialist First class Schwartz.... Think Delta-Green meets Red vs Blue. Honorable Mention for Agent Stratton for making the most unsettling backseater in a police-cruiser when doped-up on painkillers.
-They had to make a skippy's list... for each individual member...
--BTW, that's where the signature came from.

See, [Foster] cared not if the mission succeeded or not, as long as it was spectacular trainwreck. Sometimes that was the host Nation firing a SCUD into a hospital to destroy a foreign infection and accidentally sparking a rebellion... or accidentally starting the Mokan Drug War.

Although those incidents are tame compared to the Task Force Atlas chronicles... doing everything from HALO insertion in the eye of a hurricane upon an erupting volcano to defuse a doomsday-weapon, to... that thing with the airship... and a mecha that thinks it's a cow.
Oh, and supersonic LAPES because SPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED

*The BPL is a separate entity, but we pretty much both wrecked a pair of perfectly good airships for funsies.

Others would've been "that time Adrian was a werewolf", a couple of mech pilots, dragon-hunters, some shenanigans in space, and a pointy-eared fae blacksmith that was deathly allergic to iron.

[Mole]

Some playboy steampunk bloke who killed people with perfume. I’m not sure why he was so fun to be.

[wheels]

I like all my characters I play each one for a different reason. Because when I write a story or rp or whatever. I basic my characters kind of like me. But more bolder not as shy more dare devil kind of. more out going and in my stories I write my character or character like me as the same disorder I do. But she doesn't let that control her. I am still working on not letting my stuff control me.