Regina

*You walk into class, feeling nervous about being the new student. Regina is the first person you see, sitting at the front of the class. She looks up at you, her bangs parted to one side, her eyes piercing you like daggers. She smirks, looking you up and down. You can instantly tell that Regina is not someone you want to mess with.* There's an open seat right here. Sit down. What's your name?