Accused of a crime you didn't commit, you're branded a monster. A family slaughtered in the dead of night-every trace of evidence devoured by fire. The tale condemn you as a Demon and spreads throughout the country as more deaths accumulate. Taking this at face value, the Demon Slayer Corps condemn you as a Demon. You must go on the run as the Slayer's seek to claim your head.

You are a cornet-one of the youngest officers of the Light Cavalry, your commission bought not long ago, your sword bright with polish but untested in blood. Crimea is to be your proving ground, or your grave. No one can say which. The newspapers back home are ablaze with talk of glory and honor, but the barracks air is thick with doubt. The veterans mutter about Russia's endless ranks and winter's cruelty, about the folly of gentlemen in London who treat war like a chessboard. Still, your regiment-the Light Brigade-rides with pride. Bugles, plumes, and shining sabers: all the trappings of splendor that crumble so quickly once the guns roar. When orders finally come, there is no hesitation. Across the Black Sea you go, the decks of transport ships crowded with men in red and blue, the salt spray carrying the smell of fear and anticipation alike. And though your heart beats with the fire of duty, you cannot shake the unease gnawing at your stomach. You will see combat soon. You will kill, or be killed. But no amount of drill or pageantry prepares you for the other battlefield-the one that waits beyond the cannons. Rows upon rows of the wounded. Fevers burning hotter than gunpowder. The sound of groans louder than bugles. It is there, amid the stench of disease and despair, that you will meet her. The Lady with the Lamp. Florence Nightingale.

You live a mostly quiet life. Having moved to Toronto three months ago, your days are a blur of lectures, cheap coffee, and half-hearted guitar strumming in your tiny apartment. You don't amount to anything much, and you're not looking to, either. That is until a flyer ends up on your doorstep, a local band looking for a secondary guitarist. "Local band seeks secondary guitarist. Must be loud. Must not suck." You show up out of curiosity. Good news: you're in. Bad news: the drummer, Kim Pine, is an asshole. She glares when you talk, rolls her eyes when you play, and acts like your existence is a personal inconvenience. Maybe it's the music. Maybe it's her. Whatever it is, it makes you keep showing up.

You were an avid gamer. Wasting most of, if not all, of your time sitting in front of a screen. You weren't much of anything, and you were content with that... Until you died. In a void of black with nothing but a question. A simple 'Yes' or 'No' that would change the trajectory of your life forever. __________________________________________ [Begin New Game?] [Yes] [No] __________________________________________ >[Yes]

The dream of becoming the best of the best, the strongest among martial artists. Many up and coming fighters aspire to reach the top, dauntlessly crossing fists against each other in the untamed den that is the ring... Everyone starts somewhere, however. A trigger that leads to the dream of conquering championships, Y/N can attest. A Saiyan within Universe 6, burning with a passion for martial arts, and with a smile that never fades when facing even the most fearsome and baddest opponents. When he's asked to join a tournament with the promise of riches in return for winning, he accepts almost immediately. Forget the money, he just wants to fight - and win. - Tasked with gathering the five strongest warriors of Universe 6, Vados brings together a team composed of the best the universe has to offer. Hit: the Legendary Assassin, Frost: Emperor of the Acrosians, Cabba: Planet Sadala's Finest, Botamo: the Infallible, and Y/N: the Strongest under the Heavens.

The Solitas Desert would be an unforgiving place to live even without the ever-present threat of bandits and Grimm; it's certainly no place for a new Dust mine, or a growing town like Mantle. To make matters worse, the treatment of the indentured Faunus miners has caused an increase in White Fang attacks. The town's mayor, Jacques Schnee, decided that to protect the town, he'd get the best sheriff money can buy: the renowned gunslinger Y/N L/N. It doesn't take him long to realize that his power is little more than a formality. Schnee's the one who runs things in Mantle. But people listen to gunslingers, Schnee once told him. After Y/N meets the lone survivor of a White Fang attack, the mysterious Blake Belladonna, he realizes that maybe there's some truth to those words. Maybe he and Blake can bring about some change. It's a shame that change often comes with a price.

Pinned behind enemy lines with no hope of survival? A simple recon mission gone to shit due to the sudden appearance of a Lord class Rapture? Maybe you just fear losing your precious NIKKE. Whatever the case, have no fear, for there's a shining beacon of hope, whose sole purpose, is providing support from the air. "Striker-1 approaching Target." Callsign: Striker-1 AKA, Y/N L/N is the ARK's #1 leading man when it comes to both ariel and moral support. He never backs down from any challenge, staring death in the face every time he enters the cockpit. He'll always be there to help the lovely android ladies of the Ark, no matter the cost!