One way or another, you have all made it to the appointed meeting spot: a remote forest clearing in Wales. The location is off the beaten path, and chosen more for the convenience of the non-human students, for whom the trip meant more than several hours on a plane and a bus. It's very early in the morning, and on a boulder in the center of the clearing sits a in a long brown coat. His face doesn't look more than thirty, with shoulder length blonde hair and a neatly trimmed mustache, but the piercing green eyes surveying the little party from under a broad-brimmed hat belong to a much older man.
“Very well. I'm glad you could make it in time. We have one or two that are expected to arrive later, but you should be all for now. Look around you. The seven of you are going to be working and learning together for at least the next six months. Longer if you don't get into trouble. It may not seem like many, but it's actually a fairly large class size as far as the Academy is concerned. Planeswalkers aren't exactly a dime a dozen.” He paused to extract a short pipe from a coat pocket, tamping the contents down with a thumb before a flicker came out of nowhere and started it smoking.
“We've got a few more minutes before the transfer is ready, so I might as well begin your orientation now. There are very few rules, and you'll find that we operate more firmly on their spirit than the letter, that's for any wannabe lawyers in the group. Rule one: Don't assault or kill another student. Fights happen, but don't cross the line. Rule two: Disrespect a teacher at your own peril. All of us are much older than you, with notable exceptions, and any one of us could tie you in a knot by thinking too hard.” He paused for a few puffs.
“Rule three: don't tip off the mundanes. You may think that you're some badass Planeswalker now, and you can do whatever you want, but more talented mages have been killed by angry peasants than have ever died of old age. Plus is won't be them you have to worry about.” He stood up and grabbed a long oak staff that had been lying against the rock.
“My name is Ian Lan-Athrawes. To any of you, I'm master Ian, your evocation instructor. You'll be seeing quite a lot of me. I won't say that I don't want you to be intimidated by me. That would be counter-productive and a little foolish, you should be intimidated, at least a little. But, I'm also going to be your very favorite instructor, at least once the mind control kicks in. Now, since the minutes are passing by a lot slower than anticipated, I'm going to call roll now instead of later. When each of you hears your name, stand up and give us a brief rundown on who you are. It'll make it easier to remember later.”
“Nic Smith... do you prefer Nic or Nicholas?”
“Max... oh, right, the dragon. Got a last name, Max?”
(Sound off in the order given. Just a brief introduction to set the tone for your character.)