Who Am I, Where Am I?

So I played my first session of DnD and it went fine. Introduced as a bodyguard to an important wizard traveling to Neverwinter. There I met my elven wizard cousin... or was he an alchemist? Anyway I joined his party since my business with the wizard was done so I was free for other stuff so I hit the tavern to meet the rest of the gang. While there some demon worshipper appeared and our barbarian decided to have a drinking contest with a half-giant. She decked out. So did my cousin and the rabbit sword-mage leaving myself and the assassin. Of course we couldn't end there so I was next up and fell to the ground. I would call foul since shouldn't elves have a racial trait in resisting alcohol? Apparently not in DnD. Anyway, after drinking 4 people under the table our assassin had little trouble with the half-giant. So I slept through the night on the floor together with the barbarian while the others at least could walk away. Funny thing is that my cousin was the only one with a hangover.

Not much else happened. In the morning we were summoned to the lord who asked for or help and before going there we decided to prepare for whatever could happened so me and my cousin visited the church of Corellon to receive a blessing and trying to get some information. The others pretty much did the same, The barbarian, assassin and rabbit went to another church while our bard went to the slum more or less to get some info about the lord himself. And that's pretty much all we did in 4 hours. So now I'm reading up on the world and shall try to craft a decent backstory to my character. At least it gives me a reason to have some cola and snacks without my health obsessed sister finds out. That in itself is a great adventure to be told.