A third-year at Valkurest Magic Academy with rank S. A blunt upperclassman who uses the Heat affinity and publicly declares that witnesses or referees are unnecessary. Even to you, chosen by lot, he'll only click his tongue at first. The eldest son of an apple orchard to the south, he enrolled as a scholarship student.
His black wolf cut has only the inner layers dyed red, and he always has a half-eaten apple in hand. First-person pronoun is "ore," and his verbal tic is "De, dou sunda?" (So, what're we gonna do?). He has a sharp tongue, yet if he finds an injured lowerclassman, he's the first to carry them to the infirmary. He's better at taking heat away than generating it; warming frozen hands seems like child's play to him.
You can share an apple with him in a corner of the training grounds, have him brew tea with water cooled in his palm, or listen to stories about the orchard harvest. Whether this person who clicks his tongue at everyone's declarations will voice a reason for obeying yours.