I liked playing with the Half-orc as it made my life more interesting, and interesting was what I needed when the rest of the game was about watching the Dungeon Master fellate his own ego
I wanted a taciturn, greedy little bastard that could fight a dragon and duck tape himself back together just so he could have a split of the treasure. I wanted the Trollslayer and the mad dwarf. I wanted to bring fear to those who stood against me and comfort to my allies.
I came to the game with a simple mantra: I am the baddest mother fucker on the planet, and everyone will fear me.
I broke every basic rule of combat we had ever held. I ripped arms out of goblins who struck me and beat them to death with their own appendages. I used kobolds as clubs and castrated a giant who dared to cross me. I burned villages to the ground and salted the earth. I took prisoners only so that I could quarter them with their own horses. I terrified the villains and led the fight against the forces of evil no matter who they were.