My very first campaign, I was in seventh grade and my little brother, two years younger insisted on joining us. At this point or party consisted of a halfling rogue, a human sorcerer, and a gnome illusionist. Needing someone tanky, we said he could join if he played a fighter or a cleric. “But I want to play someone smart” he argued. The DM suggested that there was no reason he couldn’t make a fighter who was also smart. Finally giving in, my 10 year old brother proceeded to write “smart fiter” on his character sheet.