The post you've been expecting for a while now...
Should have been born a dwarf, Tern. Or a gnome.
I joined on Mon 13 Dec 2010. It doesn't feel like 13.25 years since Samitha almost (rightly) brained me with her morning star in my first tavern. Errol just barely dodged learning a lesson and still somehow managed to keep people alive and, in turn, be kept alive, long enough reach level 7. He's a mediocre thief, having only recently passed both a Move Silent and Hide in Shadows check in the same turn for the first time, but an amazingly lucky fighter when necessary. I will forever treasure my time as a rat-gnome, a curse that was nearly Errol's downfall as well as a key element of who Errol is. Especially the moment where, by unprompted die roll, he went completely feral, saved a party member (I think - Errol lies too much), and was patted on the back by Jeff for anticipating the direction of the curse. Nor will I forget the fact that is was Samitha that saved him. Paladins.
Errol was so opposite of IRL me, and so fun to play because of the people in this game. Thank you Samitha for choosing mercy and tolerance and then a huge dose of mercy again. In a way, Gang Green is what it is because of you. ... Sorry? :D