again with the meme bandwagon.

[eliyes]

Ask any of my roleplaying characters, including the characters I still have in chargen/have plans for in the near future, a question and I will answer in an in-character manner.

This isn't hardly everyone, because wow that's just too many, but...

Yabuki Shingo (SNK)
X (MegamanX)
Axl (MegamanX)
Cygnus Hyouga (Saint Seiya)
Gakemaru Ren
Ilesh Karmakar
Garth Ranzz (post-boot)
Scorpio Milo (Saint Seiya)
Pisces Aphrodite (Saint Seiya)
Perseus Rose
Bobby (note: Not from X-men)
Bermuda
Shayana
Harpy Valentine (Saint Seiya)
Yami Masyou Anubisu (Yoroiden Samurai Troopers)
Gar Logan/Changeling (comicverse pre-YJ-becomes-Titans)
Oliver Queen/Green Arrow (DC)

Edit:
Meh. Some notes about the originals in this list...
Ren's a gay former ganger from the cyberpunk future, yo. He did soem inadvertant time travelling and now knows about demons and such.
Ilesh is a modern-day seer from england, originally, heading a secret revolution against an otherworldly incursion.
Perseus is sorta still forming in my head. poke im and we'll see what happens.
Bobby lives in a glacier and has little crystalline horns. He like hockey and video games.
Bermuda is a genial tiefling missionary for a religion of non-evil darkness.
Shayana is a bard who hangs out with pirates perfectly respectable seafarers who occasionally do a bit of licensed privateering. She used to be a farm wife. Now she's a widow. She plays lute and tin whistle, mostly.

Comments

[covenhouse-cat.livejournal.com]

Ollie,

What's the last thing you remember that time you died, and the first thing you remember when you came back?

[eliyes.livejournal.com]

Ollie: #@&%. You had to pick the tough one. *sigh* Well, the thing is - I don't remember dying. At all. I'm told I blew up with a plane in a moment of heroic insanity because I rather'd die than lose and arm - and I guess that sorta sounds like me, I'd be a real bitter one-armed archer. But Hal in his infinite good-intentions-lead-you-know-where-ed-ness brought me back from, basically, an earlier time. Without the memories of the years after the moment he plucked me out of - and even that's not accurate, because he didn't pick a moment so much as a general time. My memories of exactly when hepulled me form, well, they're a little scrambled. A little fuzzy. I rmemeber stuff, but not so much when it happened.

My first memory coming back? Confusion. Grunginess. Anger. didn't know who I was, really. Still ain't exactly sure...