Player here. I can't remember if I've told these before but I have two...
My character, Morwyn, was a pregnant goblin who was either carrying the anti-Christ or the saviour - the prophecy stated it would all depend on the actions of the mother (it was a good prophecy too - made absolutely no sense until the game was over). Towards the end of the game our team returns to their village and something feels slightly off. Morwyn peeks in a window and sees a bunch of demons about to tear a baby apart and eat it. Being extra maternal cos of being pregnant she loses it, barges in and starts killing the demons, then joins the rest of the team in finishing off every last one of the demons who have taken over their village. Eventually she is directed by the game master to a certain point in the village where all is revealed. The magic cloaks (extra armour) they had been given earlier in the game were bewitched to show the opposite of people's true nature and were donated by someone from Team Anti-Christ. Morwyn had slaughtered an entire village of innocent people and now her baby was Satan. Also, the baby in the village that was about to be torn to pieces, the one that kicked off the murder spree was actually a roast chicken. I brought about the apocalypse trying to rescue a roast chicken.
The other is the campaign after that one. Morwyn has developed a reputation among the rest of the team as being something of a... well a goblin lady of the night (being impregnated by two gods will do that apparently). Something she vehemently denies. So we walk into a bar needing to get information from the publican called Rhys who happened to also be a goblin. It was clear we were going to have to participate in a few arena fights to earn the $$ it would take for him to talk. Our necromancer immediately starts nagging me to basic instinct the publican. Now what you need to know about me, real life me, is I'm basically the most boring person in existence. I don't really drink, I avoid bars like the plague and by choice I've never in my whole life flirted or been flirted with. Picking up someone in a bar is completely out of my skill set. However it would appear it was right up Morwyn's alley. Unsure of how to proceed and as a joke I winked and spat at Rhys. Our GM rolled with it. Suddenly both of us were in his room, my friends were cracking up and telling me I need to be more specific with my directions (apparently 'I flirt harder' was not enough) I was at a loss because frankly, most of the films I watch cut to black or pan away when it gets this far - the whole time the GM was giving me looks telling me any time I want to back out I can. In the end I got us half naked and with a burning hot face blurted out 'I guess I fuck him. Multiple times.' Over the laughter of the group I jokingly suggest I roll to see how good I was in bed. The GM picks up a D100 and says the higher the better. I rolled a nat 100. Rhys, worn out and with his defences down from my perfect 100, told us everything.
Needless to say Morwyn's reputation as a whore is still going strong.