From a monster-hunting campaign our CHAMPIONS group ran when I lived in Darkest Iowa, I had a werewolf character named Fenster Payne, who was frequently the sane member of the party. Or at least he thought he was.
Later on, our GM ran a prequel campaign set in the Victorian Era, in which I played a pompus skeptic named
J. Hamish Broadstead who was devoted to debunking the supernatural. My good buddy Fredd played a con man named Samuel Ford, who was essentially Peter Venkman with a steam-powered proton pack; so naturally the GM put us together as much as possible.
Much later, after we had moved to the Enchanted Land-O-Cheese, my wife and I played in a D&D campaign run by our landlord, in which I played a surly young dwarf named
Dent and she was a high-spirited figher named Fala. I've told some of the Fala and Dent stories before, but never mind telling them again:
Fala and Dent
The Rape of the Lock
The Girl in the Dragonskin Bikini
Stripping for Kobolds