I'm the one who generally showed up first and snatched a character before anyone else could have a look.
In Slot 1 - Masks: I was Octavia Ottosen, the genius inventor/teenage superhero suffering from early-onset Amytrophic Lateral Schlerosis. Also known as Miss Octopus (because MIT is really stingy about handing out doctorates to people who don't have high school diplomas yet. Bah), the creator of advanced nanotech ... that had fallen into villainous hands. I looked up to The Guardian (Wayne) as an example of proper heroism, and had a totally-not-obvious crush my our edgy younger teammate, "Gray Edge".
In Slot 2 - eXiles (Savage Worlds): I was the strangely quiet* Spider-Man from a version of reality where Peter didn't survive Kraven's hunt, and Ben Reilly took over his life permanently. I thought that goopy black costume alternate-universe Cyclops had seemed pretty rad, and got to (briefly) ride a T-Rex.
*The room we were in was soooo loud this slot. It was so awful that I probably would have walked from most other GMs within twenty minutes just to get away from it.
In Slot 3 - Dungeon World: I was Sir Jonathan, Paladin of the god of Revels, Fertility, and the protection of children: Patroper! I threw myself in front of enemy attacks meant for others at every possible opportunity, kissed Johann to make it all better, and eventually died to make sure a teammate survived.
Then I slept. Very soundly. I was so tired, y'all.
Slot 4 - Mobile Frame Gundam: Totally got bait-and-switched. This was not powered by the Apocalypse in the slightest. But, once things got explained and moving, it was cool anyway. I was Glenallen Mixam, the fanatically loyal commander of the Titans' Themis Squad, out to bring order and righteousness to the solar system, no matter how many people's necks I have to put my boot to. When called to make a personal attack, I considered reminding someone that they work for space Nazis all that really needed to be said, made a habit of piloting out of date MSes, and eventually sacrificed myself to save a squadmate in the climactic battle at the Gryps orbital laser.
Slot 5 - TORG Equestria: I reprised my role as Trrrixie, the Grrreat and Powerful! Now an Alicorn and, after the splitting of the world, a resident of the Nightmare realm, with dark powers and and a spoooky makeover to match. I ... really didn't care that much about fixing the world, I just wanted my friend unstuck from time and space. To that end, I made things harder on pretty much everybody, only occasionally on purpose, and hoarded resources that would enable me to turn the party as effectively as possible once my friend was liberated. ... But alas, before I could join her, she got terrified into submission. So I guess I'll just be taking Starlight Glimmer to therapy now, instead. C'est la Vie.
Slot 6 - Monsterhearts 'Prom': Due to general player fuckery, we never actually got around to a prom. In fact, we barely got around to the next day. I was the short werewolf with impulse control issues that got a date with two chicks to prom, assaulted a few people, kidnapped someone, murdered and ate several people, and ultimately woke up wearing a woman's skin as a blanket. It was kind of a weird night. But hey, that's what happens when you follow around a literal manic pixie (dream girl status: Debatable). Ah well, two chicks at the same can brain bleach any bad memories away. ... right? Right?
PS Fuck you Cafepress
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