This is bringing back memories of the first time I did DnD.
Custom race (Tsukumogami - Duster. I could float if thrown/falling automatically, but I was frail as all heck and not incredibly fast. So, yay. Protect the squishy mage.)
Custom Class (Hexer, but mostly just used Sorceror spells with some Warlock ones)
And I was the only girl both in character and IRL.
The other was a warforged, blacksmith druid (Partially made of wood)
A random monk that was just plain weird.
A barbarian that had the whole;"I'll attack only if someone attacks me first." which was quite peaceful. (Those two were human)
A pompous ranger elf too.

We were on a ship - Captured at sea. First thing that the warforged does? Rips up the chains, TEARS OFF HIS ARM and just shoves in where the boards got ripped off. Then REGREW HIS ARM with wood.
Unshackled the rest of us, got off and took over the boat, tossing everyone overboard.
We got into a battle with pirates; Warforged made his arm into a fist (from below after they repaired the deck. We called him "The Admiral" from then on) and then he FIRED IT FROM A CANNON. We had some good fun, but the thing that was funniest? I was the main damage dealer with normal attacks. 90% of the time I critted just because of lucky rolls. Everyone checked my dice twice.

Anyway, pirates got all of us, but tied only the other four up. I asked why, we were told that they don't mess with "proper magicians". Shrugged it off, was given a pineapple and they thought just because I was little (5' 1''), I would be easily persuaded. Nope! I just ran after their captain, slit his throat with my dagger and made everyone else flee the ship, screaming;"RUN BEFORE SHE USES HER MAGIC!". Sat in front of the others, untying them after I finished my pineapple, but only if I could be captain.