I used to! Back in college I ran with a SUPER AMAZING crew and we did 3.5 exclusively.
Rather than favorite class, I think my favorite character I played was my very first character– she was a human fighter, neutral good, who wielded a scythe named Armanda:
(Warning! OLD art!!!!)
When my DM saw I wanted to use a scythe, she said I had to come up with a reason for it and had explained that really only necromancers and evil characters used them.
I had ended up integrating a backstory in which my character’s father was a necromancer and had left that scythe to his daughter hidden in a secret part of the house which she discovered after he left (no one knew he was a necromancer, obviously, until she discovered the scythe)– and the scythe was cursed and she couldn’t get rid of it (when she would try to destroy it, it would reappear next to her bed or behind her). She saw a priest of Pelor that night who worked to bless the scythe and had ended up taking away MOST of the negative effects (minus the scythe-haunting stuff she was suffering from). She wore a symbol of Pelor on her chest to show people NO I AM NOT A NECROMANCER I CAN’T EVEN DO MAGIC OK?
She also hated magic-users because her mother was a brilliant wandsmith and her younger brother was talented at magic and her father we already heard about– and then there she was, a magicless kid in a magic-talented family. She started bullying local kids who could use magic and became a grumpy, bitter girl who used her fists and death stares to get what she wanted (her intimidate and strength were SUPER HIGH by the end, haha).
Several favorite moments:
My DM would take a copy of everyone’s backstories and work them into the plot. Armanda’s dad ended up being the big bad and I landed two criticals on him (one killing him the first time, the other killing him for good). She had made it a SUPER INTENSE fight and I had such an adrenaline rush after it was over, haha.
Our DM had us fight a naval battle– we had a ship owned by our swashbuckler vs a ship by his arch nemesis who was a sorceror/swashbuckler with a raven familiar. As we see the ship approach, full of dudes, our mage said “…..I have an idea.” We ended up greasing the main deck of the ship and waited for them to board– our DM rolled to check who made it– only 3 dudes out of 20. She ended up giving us a HUGE deathglare and said “HANG ON A MINUTE, I’M BUFFING THE BIG BAD.” (she had wanted the fight to be hard since it was a “miniboss” for the campaign).
We visited our mage’s mother, who would NOT let us leave and tried to feed us really disgusting casseroles (she was a super doting parent who was worried about her daughter who never visited). While she was doling out some sort of nasty green goop, our ranger (who was a dwarf and also an engineer) pulled out a trap he had constructed and filled it with the goop he was served to make it look like he ate it. The way this trap worked was it was a sphere that you could either fill with shrapnel, misc goo or oils or you could load with bolts/arrows. You would roll it into an area and it would detonate, sending the insides everywhere. As we tried to make our escape, he yelled “EVERYONE DUCK!” and rolled the sphere in between us and her mom– we all made checks to dodge the gross casserole and I crit failed. My character got EXCLUSIVELY covered in goop and as everyone stood there frozen, she turned to the ranger, wiped it off her face to uncover the most INTENSE deathglare. We managed to get away from mom only because my character’s intimidate roll was so high on that deathglare she was like WELL TIME FOR YOU TO GO, BYE!
And my top two favorite moments:
We were fighting a lich dragon at the end, who was the big big bad (my character’s dad’s boss, basically) and it’s about to crush my character via a well-placed stomp. I panicked and said i would attempt to grapple the dragon and my DM was like “You WHAT? There’s no way you’re going to survive it! You sure you don’t want to dodge??” and I was determined because my character would have instinctively tried to stop being stomped by grabbing the foot as it went to crush her. My DM sighed and said to roll for it– nat 20 with a 20 to confirm. I FLIPPED THE DRAGON WITH MY BARE HANDS, oh it was glorious. My party was in STITCHES.
And favorite favorite moment:
Our party was sleeping in an inn and was on the alert since we had already been pursued by baddies before and so on. My character had intimidated everyone into giving her the actual bed and bedroom and so was shut up in there while everyone else slept in the common room portion. As the night wore on, our ranger ended up detecting noises which turned out to be the campaign’s equivalent to ninjas. I had to keep making listen checks because I was in another room and the fighting had to wake my character up. I kept failing them so Armanda was sleeping through all of the ruckus. FINALLY after like, 6 turns I made a roll that landed. Armanda jumped awake and grabbed her scythe. I made a strength check to kick down the door, got an 18 so she kicked it off the hinges, which caused everyone to look. I then rolled and intimidate check at the ninjas because she was PISSED. Nat 20. She glares at them and yells “WHO WOKE ME UP??” One ninja fainted after peeing himself, the other ended up taking poison. My fighter ended the fight in one swift move without even doing physical damage.
Wow, this post got rambly. SORRY FOLKS!