These were the best examples of my writing that I could find.

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My lvl 60 gnome raiding mage in World of Warcraft
Grimblefuzz's grim and ghastly story

Grimblefuzz, a distant relative of Thistlefuzz (of Thistlefuzz's Arcanery in Ironforge), came from a long line of magically and mechanically inclined gnomes. His father fought in the Second War as a gyrocopter jockey, and afterwards trained many dwarves to fly the confusing machines. Something the dwarves could not master was Rustlefuzz's method of not packing ammunition on his gyrocopter to save on payload weight, and instead raining down fireballs on his opponents.

Grimblefuzz had just began his magical training when the troggs invaded Gnomeregan. The war continued for some time, with Grimble improving his abilities in combat against the troggs, fighting at the side of his father and others. All their attempts at defending the city were in vain, however. His mother and sister were at home when a trogg attack force came through the wall and killed them both. The Fuzz returned in the middle of the attack, and destroyed all the troggs, but it was too late. At the same time, Sikko Thermaplug was convincing the High Tinker to pump radiation through the vents. Rustlefuzz opened a portal to Ironforge as the room filled with deadly radiation, and he pushed his son through it. Sadly, there was another trogg attack before Rustlefuzz could go through the portal, and he was killed by them and by the radiation. Grimblefuzz could not return through the portal of course, and had no idea what had happened to his father until, some time later, he returned to Gnomeregan and found his father's body in the ruins of his old home.

Having nothing left for him in Gnomeregan, and blaming High Tinker Mekkatorque for the tragedy, Grimblefuzz set out to learn the ways of magic and science like his father. He lived in Stormwind for a time in the dwarven quarter there, but left after work was completed on the Deeprun Tram. He sees it as a project of the High Tinker intended to distract from his failures in Gnomeregan, and prefers to avoid the underground conveyance.

After living a calm quiet life for a while, Grimblefuzz ran into an old friend from Gnomeregan. His friend had improved his abilities significantly, and was conducting regular trips into Gnomeregan to wreak vengeance on Thermaplugg and the Troggs. The prospect of being an advanced mage, of going out, seeing the world, and killing the things in it, caught Grimble's attention. He decided to go out into the big wide for a time, and see if there was anything he could do for his ancient homeland. It didn't take him long to be a strong and powerful mage, and he has found that he likes the taste of power. For a while he was content to make things burn and explode with fire magic, but as his technological abilities improved, he found that he correspondingly developed a taste for the more subtle power of frost magic. He's also learned that it is always a good idea to bring good food with you wherever you go in the world, and as a result he is a cook beyond compare.

Over time, Grimble's horizons have broadened beyond the cold mountains around Kharanos and Ironforge. He's traveled the ruins of Dire Maul, the scourge-wasted ruins of Scholomance and Stratholme, and he has even traveled far below the world's surface, deep into the fires of the Molten Core. There, he has participated in the defeat of one of the most powerful beings the world has ever seen, the mighty Ragnaros. He has gone into the lair of the dragon Onyxia, and slain her there with the aid of his allies. he has even killed the foul and bad-tempered Hogger. But there is always better equipment, always new places to explore, and rumors of even greater horizons opening in the future.

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My nWoD vampire character (met an unfortunate end recently, thanks to me getting bored)
Ian "Running Deer" O'Toole's background

   So kiddo, it's my past you're wanting to hear about? Well, it's a bit of a long story, and I'll tell ya right ahead of time that I'm probably lying. Just the way I am. Anyway, my mortal family is old news, all in the past. Lost contact with them before I became like this, while I was in the military. Before I got kicked out, you know, for gambling in the dorms. Pssh. Still think that shouldn't be against the rules. Well, my mortal family. Dad was straight up Irish, his side of the family came over during the Potato famine. Mom was a full blooded Cherokee. Lived in Oklahoma. They met in Tulsa. Yeah, Oklahoma is a boring place to grow up in, and family gatherings were pretty odd, but it wasn't too bad. Maternal Grandma taught me some stuff about respecting the spirits, of nature and other places. Paternal Grandma taught me about respecting the Sidhe, and our family's Celtic warrior history, and the importance of leaving milk out for the little people. Woulda paid more attention to them both if I'd known how things were gonna end up, but I picked up a fair bit of info from them as it was.

   Where are we? Oh yeah, I'm still a mortal. After screwing up a year of college, I went into the Air Force. Didn't do too badly in there. Was a Personnel troop. I had a fairly good thing going, got stationed all over the world, then I lost it all. Got kicked out for weekly games of blackjack and craps and poker in the dorms. That was when I was stationed at Luke. Couldn't hold a job after that. Had a little bit of money saved away, but not a lot. Got a piece of the casino money my mom's family makes, and that was enough to kinda keep me going. Drifted my way up to Vegas, not a far trip from Phoenix. Hitched most of the way. Lot of casinos in Vegas, started at Texas Station. Finished there too. I was playing poker, and usually I do pretty good at poker. Maniacal grinning distracts other poker players. There was a "cooler" at the table, showed up after I was winning games for three hours and kinda taking the casino. We actually got along pretty well though. Hung out all night. Near the end of it, buncha creepy fucks showed up. Isaac, the cooler, took them all. Did a pretty good job of it, but watching it freaked me the fuck out. Afterwards he was really low on blood, and I was the closest sack of juice. He drained me out, and once he got his sense back, he felt kinda bad about it and turned me. That was back in 1994. I got a bit ticked off at my sire, and left to wander around for a bit. Luckily I ran into my grandsire back in Arizona.

   My grandsire was good enough to fill him in on pretty much everything, everything about who I am and what I am, my Gangrel blood and my Bohagande heritage. He taught me about our history, about the Shoshone and the medicine man, Harwood and Crow. I know that my blood makes my a target for people who know about it, and I know that Sunnikuse should only be used with caution, because other vampires think I'm a jinx. See, that's the rough part, we have to learn all we can of ways to stay alive because all these Dance Macaber freaks are convinced we'll do an even better job of ruining their glass houses then they do. It's easier and more fun just to watch, of course.  Won't keep us alive if the wrong person finds out about us. Hell, I've had to make a run for it just cause some fucking Shadow caught a peeksie at my aura, and said I was probably a diablerist or a diabolist. I've had to make a run for it plenty other times too. Grandsire made sure I learned how to hide my nature (he had a friend who owed him a favor, and who taught me), and he made sure I know how to hit hard and run fast. Sometimes you need to do one or the other, sometimes you need to hit hard and then run fast.

   I spent 6 or 7 years roaming through the Southwest, always staying a few days travel (as the Crow flies) from Grandsire. In 2001, I ran into my sire. I was enjoying myself as a Bohagande at this point, so I didn't hold my condition against him. We played a few games of poker, he still kicked my ass at it, then we parted ways. Met back up again in 2004. Wound up being pretty much the last time. We were in some pissant court in New Mexico, whole lot of stuff went wrong, and someone called us out as Bohagande. We didn't even do nothing either, but we were blamed. Salem fucking witch trials all over again. Yep, nobody expects the Sanctum Inquisition. So we book it. We're going to crow form to flap our asses on out of there, but they've got some asshole tamed Gangrel with them, and motherfucker turns into a hawk. He's going right for me, but Isaac nails him from behind and then drops like a stone, talons deep in the Gangrel hawk's back. I landed soon as I was out of sight, went to dog, and ran back to see what happened and if I could help. Whole court had caught up by that time, and their Hound put my sire down, sliced him to fucking bits. I left, but I was pissed. And you know what? Propane leaks don't need Sunnikuse to be bad luck. As the fuckheads found out. Didn't get them all (eventually I will), but I got a couple. Got that fucking tamed bitch Gangrel.

   Well, I left the area, went back to see my Grandsire, told him what happened. He said that Isaac had told him that recently he'd made another childer, some waitress girl name of Jesse. Apparently Isaac liked her tattoos, and he was low on blood, and she was down on her luck. I was without immediate purpose or family, except for Grandsire and he usually likes his space, so I figured I'd go look for little sis and teach her all the useful stuff I was taught, so she can stay safe. Also need to protect her, cause there's not a whole lot of us and she's new to all this. From what I could tell, she's on Okinawa now. Figure when I get there, I'll get lucky and run into her and go from there.

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This was the background for my nWoD Mortals character, a member of a clandestine Mortals organization that covers up the supernatural
Peter Boland

1976: Born in Modesto, California
1994: Graduates high school
1997: kicked out of college
1998: discovers the truth behind the anomaly
1999: Joins Project Garnet
2000: Rank 2
2001: Is one of the people who help make the case for Project Garnet joining the Round Table. Helps negotiate it. Is promoted to Rank 3.

He does fit the profile perfectly. He's intelligent, but an under-achiever; alienated from his parents; has few friends. Classic case for recruitment by the Soviets.
-FBI Agent Nagen; "Wargames"
   Peter was a nerd. He still is. He always has been. He played D&D in high school. 1st and 2nd ed, he's been out of high school for a while. He got beat up and had his lunch money taken from him a number of times, until he figured out how to kick the bully in the balls and run off. He was born in 1976, and in 1977 his parents, also nerds (his dad taught programming at MIT), took him to see the first Star Wars when he was barely over a year old. One of his earliest memories is the Death Star blowing up. When Wargames came out, he identified with Matthew Broderick's character, even though at the time Peter was barely 6 years old. When the X-Files started its run during Peter's junior year, he had one of the earliest Gillian Anderson fansites.

D: People sometimes make mistakes.
J: Yes, they do.
-David Lightman and "Joshua"; "Wargames"
   Like many nerds, Peter was, from a young age, big into astronomy. He dreams of the possibility of life on other words. Hey, the probability is there. He already knew everything he could know about computers before going to college, so he went to learn about Astronomy instead. His doctoral thesis was on something interesting he discovered in his research. There were anomalies in some of the readings from distant stars that may indicate extraterrestrial life. He wanted more research done, but his proffessor flunked him for being a kook, and he was discredited. At this point he turned his back on Academia, and turned to UFOlogists for funding. With the funding, he was able to research things further. And he was very disappointed. It was a naturally occuring phenomenon. Even our sun does it. Doesn't mean a thing. Disillusioned greatly by this, he kept the results secret. Refunded the money and just stopped working. Kept the interest in astronomy, but he dropped it as a proffession. He got his Microsoft Certification and got a real job.

Sometimes the only sane answer to an insane world is insanity.
-Fox Mulder; "The X Files"
   Months later he was on a camping trip in the Pacific Northwest when he came upon a hunting camp that had been burned to a crisp, but none of the surrounding vegetation had caught fire. His friend, a Fish and Wildlife officer, said he'd never seen anything like it. Word of the incident got out, and UFO fanatics started to spread a rumor that strange lights had been seen in the area during the incident. During this time, Peter encountered a Matterhorn agent who'd come to exaggerate and thusly discredit the rumor and hush up the incident. Since Peter believed that there wasn't any such thing as extraterrestrial visitors, he helped the agent out by adding his voice to the mix, with an appropriate amount of wild-eyed lunacy. It was largely successful, and the Matterhorn agent invited Peter into Project Garnet. Peter did want to know what had been the cause of the incident, and as near as anyone was able to find out, it was some sort of mystical fire. Really not Project Garnet's thing, but they explained it as a propane tank accident, which didn't affect the foilage because of a recent localized rainstorm, while having a couple people in SCA outfits say that they called down magic fire on the unholy.

What you see on these screens up here is a fantasy; a computer enhanced hallucination!
-Stephen Falken; "Wargames"
   From 1999 to 2001, Peter Boland definitely proved his worth to Project Garnet. Having been a nerd and an RPG gamer all his life, he is absolutely incredible when it comes to playacting. His computer skills are also an asset, enabling him to fill the role of an APOCRYPHA or ANASAZI agent when none are available. While his specialty was in MATTERHORN, he has a lot of friends in the other two, and can function as one pretty readily if need be. He's dealt with a lot of crazy things now, and he lets others worry about what they actually are, he worries about how to explain things to the normals. In 2001 when Project Garnet joined the Round Table, their eyes were opened to just how much crazy stuff really is out there, and this affected Peter as well. Now they have the input of the Hermetics and the muscle of the Scarecrows to help them better face whatever may be out there, and the things that exist in the dark places of the world are a lot scarier then butt-probing aliens. Peter's skills have lead to him steadily moving up the ranks the whole time he's been in Project Garnet. Now he's rank 5, and his name is being tossed around as a possible appointee to the Joint Section Board. He is the highest ranking Project Garnet member in Japan, but this is largely due to his being the only Project Garnet member in Japan. Project Garnet is always looking to expand, and that's part of why he's come. He's looking for recruits among the Okinawans and the military on Okinawa.

Here's a tip: aluminum foil. It makes a lovely hat and it blocks out the government's mind-control rays. It'll keep you guys out of trouble.
-Detective Munch to the '3 Lone Gunmen'; "The X-Files"
   One of the core goals of Project Garnet is to infiltrate the government and get their members into influential positions. That's why Peter got a job on Okinawa as a civilian government contractor handling network security for Kadena Air Base. He doesn't have a whole lot of influence or power in that position, but he has access to computers and information. Of course, this may mean that sometimes Peter is late to a meeting because the general jacked up his computer again and wants his files back yesterday, but that also means that Peter sees the files. Most importantly, it's a job that gives him access to the island. People might not think it odd that he has some body armor (because sometimes he has to participate in Exercises), but he definitely doesn't have any kind of permit for firearms.

On behalf of the International Jewish Conspiracy, I've got to inform you that we're almost out of gas.
-Fox Mulder; "The X-Files"
   Since his arrival on Okinawa, Peter has been working with the rest of the Round Table to get something established there for them. He lost his Media allies and contacts when he left California, and is working on building those back up on Okinawa. He's also actively recruiting for Project Garnet. He's always been decent at knowing how to brawl, although he isn't in terribly great physical shape. He's started taking regular Tae Kwon Do and Kung Fu classes to improve that. He's curious as to what the future holds, but he likes his job in the Round Table, believes in it's importance, and as long as he has that he's good to go.

Morris Fletcher: You guys are the Lone Gunmen, aren't you? You guys are my heroes. I mean look at the crap you print.
Byers: We uncover the truth.
Morris Fletcher: The truth? That's what's so great about you monkeys. Not only do you believe the horse pucky we create, you broadcast it as well. I mean look at this!
[headline reads: "Saddam testing mandroid army in Iraqi desert."]
Morris Fletcher: There is no Saddam Hussein. This guy's name is John Gillnitz, we found him doing dinner theatre in Tulsa. Did a mean "King and I." Plays good ethnics.
Ringo Langly: Are you trying to say that Saddam Hussein is a goverment plant?
Morris Fletcher: I'm saying I invented the guy. We set him up in '79. He rattles his saber whenever we need a good distraction. Ah... if you boys only knew how many of your stories I dreamed up while on the pot.
"The X-Files"

(technically, he's still alive, but there's no Mortals game, and I've lost interest)

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I've got a big-ass sci fi story, but I'll put it into it's own thread, cause it's kinda a work in progress.