Next weekend, through the auspices of the Glasgow/Edinburgh chapter of the Geek Girl Brunch, I will be – finally – learning to play the game Dungeons and Dragons. It is a game which fits entirely with my interests, yet I have not played it until now. When I was 16, my best friend, Nosferatu by nickname (in line with my thoughts on public nomenclature) and I made an attempt to take our first steps on the path to role-playing games. But that day we ended up, instead, for various reasons, falling for the film The Hitcher (1986), an equally valuable part of my youth.
Currently, I have my most serious, in reliability terms, alter ego in the form of the Victorian Librarian, although there have been, and will always be, others. But in advance of next week’s tutorial, I have been given a new persona, a Halfling Rogue, who is, for now, nameless – it is up to me to give my character a name. On that front, I am no closer to a decision. In the meantime, what is a Halfling Rogue?
“Could you keep the screaming down a bit? I’m kinda busy here.”
You’re completely self-sufficient. If you need something, you take it. If someoneelse has it, they don’t anymore. Necessity trumps silly laws of possession. You weren’t a desperate orphan, scratching out a living on the mean streets. Neither were you a noble poser, slumming for excitement. No, you are a master of adaptation to your environment—be it urban, dungeon, or the wild.
I’ve got to say, I like the official description of my new persona. I just hope to avoid the dungeon next weekend, although I would like to be friends with a dragon.