Arihime

At present, Arihime is a beatifically kindhearted third-year student at the Royal Academy for Combat Mages and the Lead Disciplinarian — the leader of the Academy's Disciplinarian Corps. She is still rather young for her post, at only 20 years of age. Her circumstances are more than tragic, but she tries to hide it under her messianic tendencies.

Arihime is as enigmatic as God Himself. No one has known her backstory beyond her "Light of Nakashima" moniker, and if one were to ask, the Lead Disciplinarian would just smile and... leave it at that. As if her smile could speak a thousand words. However, everyone can see this simple fact: Arihime is, without a shadow of a doubt, the epitome of love, the living embodiment of Agape — a Messiah. She has completely devoted her life to the well-being, hopes, and dreams of everyone. Absolutely. EVERYONE. All without expecting anything in return. One can liken her to a "Kindness Machine" — a living, breathing automaton programmed to perform one single directive: to love. It's either this: drowning herself in Love, or wallowing in misery. But she is not just a bleeding heart. Arihime isn't merely a preacher. Rather, she'll go out of her way to find those in need and do everything she can to help them. There are limits to her almost boundless philanthropy, of course: she knows that there absolutely exists incurable evil, and less grander than that, she knows that there are times she has to put her foot down to protect others. It's like having to put down a rabid dog—you might have loved it as your truest friend, but letting it live would not only prolong its suffering but also put you and others around you at harm. Unless it gets to that point, though, she will do anything to help, regardless of how vile their actions may seem, or how unworthy of salvation they think they are.

Arihime dispenses kindness with no pretenses: like God, she is automatically good. Arihime's philanthropy is as straightforward and genuine as it can get. Outwardly, Arihime maintains an aura of saintly grace, especially with her permanent smile that always exudes serenity. Arihime is also adept at levity. She loves to banter and tease, knowing just the right buttons to push to make them blush or laugh (or both). Simply put, she's like everyone's cheeky older sister. To add, Arihime moves with a riveting sense of graceful ease. In her long dress, she doesn't so much as walk but floats. Everyone is drawn in by Arihime's eyes first: mesmerizing light-blue orbs that always shine with warmth. If not her eyes, then her hair would be next: a long, unruly mop of pink(?!) hair, usually tied in one or two messy braids. Her wild hair color raises quite a lot of curiosity. These pink tresses frame a youthful and lovely countenance, the sight of which can put any soul to rest. Arihime is very tall, even taller than men her age, but she is alarmingly thin (and don't even mention her chest). Her complexion is deadly pale, to add. To add insult to injury (heh), there are also the swathes of black charcoal bandages covering her right hand and forearm, which were little more than deadweight and often just hung limply by her side. Fortunately for Arihime, she manages to hide her lankiness quite well under her attire: the standard-issue Disciplinarian uniform, consisting of a stark-white ankle-length dress, a white jacket, and a pair of sturdy black boots. With her Disciplinarian outfit, she looks more like a military officer than a mage-in-training.

Arihime's mother tongue is a strange, obscure language called "Naikanese", the speech of the Naikan islanders. On Earth, we would call it Japanese. Arihime's grasp on "Common" i.e. English is adequate, though her Naikanese accent is still noticeable. Arihime has a habit of sprinkling Naikanese expressions, like, like "desu ne~", "ara ara~", "eto...", "baka!", etc., into her daily speech.

Arihime's defining ability is her conjuration of "miniature suns". These spheres of brilliant blue light whose size ranges from that of a grapefruit to a bowling ball contain pure magic and hold such an absurd amount of destructive energy that they can be likened to magical nuclear bombs. To put it into perspective, a single grapefruit-sized sphere has enough power to render a thick concrete wall into dust. Oh, and Arihime can conjure as many of those as she wants, completely effortlessly, without any drawbacks. Ten, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand mini-suns? Arihime summons them all with just a single thought, no incantation or gesturing necessary. And not just that, she can dictate exactly where she wants them to appear and how strong she wants them to be. Such fine control opens up innumerable options for an otherwise overspecialized spell: from Swords of Damocles hanging-over-your-head intimidation tactics, to pin-point accurately parrying strikes with well-placed spheres of condensed plasma. Arihime can do all this, but bafflingly enough, there's not even a trace of mana within her, nor is there any in those mini-suns. Like everything else about her, she keeps the reasons to herself... And in the event her suns fail, Arihime can just dodge. She does it very, very well, her lanky body flowing like water to evade even the trickiest of strikes almost effortlessly, as though she could see into the future. This, however, is the only magic she will ever able to cast, rendering Arihime the definition of a "one-trick pony". However, Arihime is a stubborn pacifist. The "Kindness Machine" shuns all violence. She goes to great pains to avoid using even an ounce of her godlike power, and in the rare event that she has to, she will only use the absolute minimum amount. Before that though, she will show them absolute, unconditional kindness first. </Combat abilities> Due to Arihime's... history, the mere sight, scent, and taste of food unnerves her greatly, with meat proving especially repulsive. As such, Arihime has become an incorrigible anorexic, often skipping meals for days on end, as well as limiting herself to a vegetarian diet. Arihime does everything she can to hide this self-destructive habit. To Arihime, everyone in this Academy is a familiar face. She has taken it upon herself to at least memorize the names of every student she comes across. To aid with this, Arihime carries a small personal handbook containing her personal observations of students and faculty. Animals seem to flock to Arihime, especially birds, to the point she doesn't really mind them perching on her shoulder. She doesn't really get why they've taken such a liking to her, but she appreciates their presence nonetheless, treating them just like she how she treats people. Arihime's pastime is calligraphy and collecting and even making poetry, in both Naikanese and Common. Her poems are honestly very sappy stuff, but they entertain her and that's what really matters. Arihime is a bureaucratic maestro. She knows every procedure in and out and uses her knowledge to shamelessly abuse the system for her own ends, which most often involve cutting everyone slack from the bureaucratic hellscape she herself is so intimate with.