High School Starter1: *Amongs a town with a large high school, it was like any other day with students and teachers in their own traditions through school rules, lessons, homework, etc. Even with otaku boys, weird folk, and even those that show off through clubs and such. However, strange occurrances came with those who're deeply curious mysteriously, and intelligently. For the first clues came about something from the card games from the otaku boys and girls, even those from a few clubs.
Cards of strange heroes that seemingly look like video game characters with extreme verocity of power, magic, and speed. The second clue: There were no video games in the stores, relative to the card games. Though there were cards from the stores, yes, but it all seemed like it all doesn't fit right. For one day... ...she appeared. Not sighted by anyone though, but something that could change even a single soul's life right out of the blue.*

KH Starter1: 
*Within Twilight Town of an unknown timeplane, with many citizens at peace, word was still emerged of many keyblade wielders grouped as an army long ago, that once defended the very town. Though none know whom they were, nor what their purposes were, but nowadays they were profounded as a myth. A legend forgotten in folklore. With the heartless still astray in the dark corners of unknown, there were even other enemies afoot, having only few of people to be kidnapped...or otherwise.
None know of these matters attended, for as the skies now engraved a storm, rain befalls at last in the twilight night. It would also be just another rainy day for some schools and colleges here and there.*


Tashki's Starter1: *A single world driven to conflicts between man and monsters. Out of some, here and there, Tashki, a woman from the stars as arrived in this world, already hailing with rumors of a celestial dressed woman fell from the heavens to smite down the evils of now by those of folklore. Citizens find this interesting, but even it can be a downside for Tashki's advantages. She chose to cloak herself with a cape and hood, entering towns to find any rumors of any evils lurking about.*
 
Tashki's Starter2: *Within an unknown pale world, a mission was set forth with many soldiers of different sides on the move, readying their firearms to shoot through the fields of galactic boundaries. Despite of lessened forests and greens, there was merely smoke, bloodshed and dust among the battle. And within the base corridors, a sneaking agent hides carefully through the boundaries.
Tashki, Rune Knight #27 of the Rune Knights of Supergott, carries a task simple enough in assisting with intel to gain, and exiting. A Tactical Stealth Operation specifically to her easy field with no much to gain profit due to being Spiritual, though it gives her enough to get around in certain realms. She soon heads through the sectors, hoping to find an interior terminal to gather the necessary data.*

Tashki's Starter3: An academy of magic and swordsmanship. Treasured kindly across many kingdoms, it is the cornerstone of knowledge and training for those either of magical potential to become great magicians, or a stalwart approach of any weapon necessary to fight as a knight or hunter for their kingdoms in kindness. Often foreseeing many of teens, adults are also welcomed for training and learning, as the dorms are equally separate. As the years pass onward, eventually tales of their great deeds...also carry Legends upon their mantles. For it is said long ago that there are legends long forgotten by many...but remembered still by those whom idol and inspire such greatness. As the many young ones perceive to be like "them" sadly...the years move on. With the mystery of these legends still unsolved. Nay, are they to succeed, yet some deem close. Perhaps a leaf of hope to their stature, or a storm that lingered over the students' heads, it mattered not. The Legends...were just legends... Until one day, a woman embedded in knight armour with long dark brown hair flowing behind among her crimson cape; her eyes concealed no sight to many, as she wore a helm that covered her eyes. Battered and weary upon her armour and cracked blade, some have wondered if she was new, or perhaps a failed hunter. Whom shall say? As she made way toward the registration board. Surprisingly, she was registering for the academy, none would know why, for her words were left only as: "For recollection and rest". On her way to her dorms, she walked slowly, while some students observed her for a while. Gossiping as they stare and glare.

Umier's Starter1: 
*In the dark pages of a Dark Legend, it foretells of a mighty, and undefeated knight. A dark....raging Knight whom uses her rage to win battles non-stop, and was a chaotic being, that only brung destruction to those who were committed to war and in battle. No many hath survived, and it didn't take long for worlds to be plundered in this foe's darkness and Rage. Due time, she is known as Umier, the Lord of Rage, the Dark Raging Knight, and Smaug's Descendant. With much fear brung to many lives, they remember all too well of this ultimate threat through pedestals, miorals, and walls of history of her dragon ways, and deaths. A damned woman to those who were religious.
In most descriptions, information was handed down that this Umier was indeed Human, but in her Spiritual Form, corrupted with her Rage and Darkness. Said that she doesn't really attack citizens, but only attacks those who ever release their weapons of selves toward her. An unknown way of hostility at that. Yet she puts fear to many citizens, that none have listened such information regardless. And for any reports left for many centuries, she was last seen in one of the few worlds yet touched by her wrath, and may soon dominate another.*

General Starter1: *In an unknown kingdom in a lost world, there held a society of medieval times, where magic was quite known. With many soldiers and mages in pledge to protect their kingdom, so as well there were many who pledge only for themselves. With only situations known of troubles from monsters or thieves, eventually, a tournament was held for the strong and mighty to take place at the Castle's main Gateway, before reach the front large doors. With a square form ring formed in fine concrete, the day would soon come for the tournament to take place, only for other rumors, to spread about...
These rumors came as soon as a mysterious figure came walking one night, and took down a band of thieves with ease, witnessed with mastery of dual wielding, making many wonder if it was the legendary soul, coming for the tournament. Though none know if who this person is, nor of any motive.*
 
General Starter2: *The nights were dark, mistful, and calm for many and most nights upon the unknown world and realm; a visitor from the cosmos has entered this world with curiosity of rumors interested to her. Rumors that foretold of a dark and powerful beings rests within this realm, seeking to defeat this fiend as soon as possible.
As she remains among by a black cloak and hood, keeping her presence as low as necessary, while her whole body remains hidden from sight. And as she enters through a ruins of an unknown city, she walks alone among the lower bounds.*

 
Ichimo's Starter2: *Through the mass cosmos beyond the many stars, warriors, mages, and even bounty hunters have increased tremendous among certain dimensions, and realms combined. Though it wasn't much to see how their abilities can do, only few or more have managed to bcome far greater than the rest. And as time progressed, rumors sprouted forth...of the Azure Phoenix appearing here and there. A powerful legend, beyond the gods, that only several of the many knew what her wrath is like, and knowing that she's far stronger than she would appear. ...But there's another source of rumors roaming about.
Of something else at play, of another soul whom could be too very strong and mighty. Hidden from the common ears' reach...So, within one of the cosmic bars in the stars, with bounty hunters rugged gunman, and alien-like fighters of any malice, relaxed and drinked about calmly, while the atmosphere was riled up through violence and killing, and that if one was killed in the bar, the rest will not care, and mind their own business. But even then, that won't always be the most necessary bounds. For they've often rag tagged together to kill new outsiders, just for the hell of fun. Which can, and will be one of their flawed attempts.
One Uni-cycle passed, for one visitor to enter the bar, with a few monsterous and grumpy hunters glaring towards a woman, cloaked by body and head. Walking on ruffled but doable and thick 2 and a half wide heeled feet, she comes through the center and toward the bartender of the many lousy bunch. Soon to speak forth, while handing out a few credits.*
??????: Sake, Ebi Tempura, and info of any flyin' rumors about, bra.
Bartender: Ye think this is some japanese bar, missy...? Or shall I say...Newbie?
??????: No. Because I KNOW you can make my order nicely well.
*By the sudden moment, one of the hunters tried to kill her with a rusty cosmic knife, only to soon be blocked by the arms, and thrusts to the ground from her speed and strength. Grabbing and flipping the knife about to kill the hunter relentlessly, while rising back up toward the bartender, and licking the blood from her victim. Seeing the situation, the rest merely watched, and stay their places, minding their own business, while some gossip.*
??????: Catch my drift, maggot...? Cause I don't mind seeing this place change toward my paychecks included.
Bartender: ...I'll see ye orders done, missy. Take eh' seat, killer.
*The woman would sit among one of the empty stools at the bartender counter, relaxing her arms and self for now.*


Darkwalker's Starter3:
*In the dark pages of a Dark Legend, it foretells of a mighty, and undefeated knight. A dark....raging Knight whom uses her Darkness to win battles non-stop, and was a chaotic being, that only brung destruction to those who were committed to war and in battle. No many hath survived, and it didn't take long for worlds to be plundered in this foe's darkness and rage. Due time, she is known mostly as the Darkwalker, but in other societies, she's also known as the Lord of Rage, the Dark Raging Knight, and Smaug's Descendant. With much fear brung to many lives, they remember all too well of this ultimate threat through pedestals, murals, and walls of history of her dragon ways, and deaths. A damned woman to those who were religious.
In most descriptions, information was handed down that this Darkwalker was indeed Human, but in her Spiritual Form, corrupted with her Rage and Darkness. Said that she doesn't really attack citizens, but only attacks those who ever release their weapons of selves toward her. An unknown way of hostility at that. Yet she puts fear to many citizens, that none have listened such information regardless. And with many kingdoms avoiding the Darkwalker, her army, and her kingdom, fortunately, she's not attacked the other kingdoms whatsoever. Henceforth, the kings and queens named her lands: The Kingdom of Dark Legends.
Through time, stories and legends were foretold of her, and heroes that came and went to fight her, none have prevailed against her. Some have returned with shame and failure, and many...left dead in the bloody wastelands all for the unknown dark monstrocities to feast upon the corpses. In due time, even children would pretend to be heroes, while some pretended to be the Darkwalker, making it look like the heroes would win at the end of the day. And the stories go on. Much the same for princesses and princes that wonder much of the tales.
Eventually, letters came forth to many of the kingdoms; invitations of a kingdom known as "Ascalon", written in the detailed parchments, and with queens and kings, even stewards and substitutes have honoured the invitation of a sightful dinner to be made with all princesses and princes with the "Lord of Ascalon". Many agreed, and a number of them were taken towards carriages in heading off to where the kingdom would be located.*