Hello freshmen...
My name is Britannia, and I will be your head mentor for the next four years at Camulus Academy. Unlike the simpering princesses who may already have introduced themselves to you, I make no apologies for the ordeal you are about to endure. I neither want nor need to be your friend - to that end, you do not require knowledge of my real name, my powers, my tragic backstory or my unique personality foibles. All you need to do is be quiet, listen and do as you are told for the next one thousand, four hundred and sixty one days. Only then will you survive this school unscathed, ready for whatever future is in store for you as an honoured and majestic defender of global purity, decency and other bizarre abstract concepts.
You may not like me. You may actively hate me. You may fear the very mention of my name. All of these are time-honoured responses, but let us make one thing clear: though we will never be close, I have chosen to dedicate my life to the honing and improvement of your natural talents. I will give every single one of you the time and effort that you deserve, and I expect the same in return. If I feel like I am wasting my time with a student, said student will very quickly discover that there are very few things I value more highly than my time, and I shall seek recompense accordingly, swiftly and without mercy. Endeavour not to be that student, freshmen, and all shall be well.
I will endeavour to be meeting with you all over the next two weeks, to get an idea of your strengths and, far more importantly, your weaknesses. Your individual disciplinary mentors will be working more closely with you than I, but a good head mentor has a thorough grounding in all walks of battle at this school and so I shall be popping up both whenever I can and when you least expect it. I would politely ask that you give the rest of your mentors -despite their obvious and tragic shortcomings- the same awe and respect you will inevitably afford to me.
It remains, then, only for me to bid you as warm a welcome as I can muster, and I extend an invitation to go out and explore everything that the Academy has to offer you as future champions, servants of Axiom and epic failures alike. Whilst you explore, why not take the time to get to know your fellow freshmen? After all, three in ten of you -through a combination of permanent disfigurement, mental unhingement and mysterious disappearance- will not survive to see the end of your fourth year. I encourage you all to find the weakest amongst you and ruthlessly exploit their nerves for your own advancement. If you cannot determine the weakest competitor, passing a mirror should help immeasurably.
See you on campus! x