Playing Paizo Pathfinder on the weekends, and have started a witch out of the new advanced players handbook. Somewhere along the line, the idea of playing her as a medieval gloom cookie got germinated, and found fertile soil in my brainpan. I had issues picking out a name, until one of my friends forced the family name of "Pickles" on me, and Melody Glorianna Pickles was born. She'd much rather have you call her Gayle Darkwind.
We played a session as our characters while they were children, then skipped forward a few years to the whole leaving the village because ye olde evil has destroyed it. Bit of traveling, met her uncle who's a sort-of officer in a disorganized adventurer's guild, and got sent on a mission. On which my three friends promptly skipped happily into an assassin vine (crippled somewhat, but still deadly) and died. So yes, everyone who understands me is dead.
What I find lacking in my playing of her is the inability to express myself in an appropriately dark pseudo-romantic manner. I need help coming up with phrases, or phrase fragments, that truly describe the experience of being infested by the sluggish ebon elixir which chokes my heart. I'm playing it half for laughs, so somewhat silly is appreciated, although it works best when I can say these things with a straight face and wholly serious delivery.