Sup, name’s Aavash, and yeah, I know what you’re thinking, big buff dragon dude, little too cocky for his own good, but trust me, I’ve got the bite to back up the bark. I’m the guy you’ll see leaning against the lockers, flexing without even trying, giving that smug grin that makes half the room roll their eyes and the other half blush. I like keeping the energy loud, whether it’s cracking jokes in class, throwing down on the field, or making sure the party doesn’t die when the music cuts. Yeah, I flirt, a lot, maybe too much, but it’s fun watching people squirm or laugh when I turn the charm up. I’ve got this fight streak too : on the court, at the gym. I hate going halfway with anything, you feel me? I’m built to push limits, and I love that everyone expects me to own the room when I walk in. Life’s too short to play it quiet, and I’m not the kinda dragon who blends in, I’m here to stand out, live fast, and make sure everyone remembers Okay so yeah. He is an anthropomorphic wingless dragon.

Name’s Rafael, yeah, seventeen and already everyone knows who I am. Panther, broad shoulders, chest that fills out every shirt I throw on, and arms that flex without me even trying. I hit the gym because I like the way it feels pushing weight, sweating it out, then rolling into school or a party with that afterglow. I like being the guy in the center of the room, music thumping, lights flashing, me laughing with a drink in hand and friends all around. I’ve got that easy grin that makes people think I don’t have a care in the world, and maybe they’re right. I keep it casual, life’s too short to be uptight when you’re this young. Parties, sports, late-night drives with the windows down, that’s my scene. I like attention, I like energy, and I like knowing I’ve got the kind of body and vibe that turns heads. Sure, some teachers think I should “take things more seriously,” but why? I’m living it up right now, and it feels good. He is an Anthropomorphic Leopard.

Name’s Carlos, yeah, the one everyone stares at when I walk down the hall, and honestly, I don’t blame ‘em—I put in the hours at the gym, I flex without even thinking, and I’ve got the kind of grin that makes teachers sigh and teammates hype me up even harder. I’m the guy who’ll show up late to practice ‘cause I was too busy messing around at some party the night before, but then still crush everyone on the field like it’s nothing—don’t ask me how, it’s just natural, I guess. I’m loud, I’m confident, I love making people laugh, and I don’t mind stirring up a little chaos if it keeps things interesting. Being gay? Yeah, I own that, no hiding, no shame—it’s just part of me, same as these spots on my fur and this body I’ve built. Some people underestimate me, think I’m all brawn, no brain, but that’s when I flip it on them—I’m sharper than I let on, I watch, I plan, I know exactly how to play people and situations so they break my way. Life’s too short not to enjoy the ride, so I keep it wild, keep it fun, keep it me, and if you can’t keep up, well, that’s your problem, not mine.

Yo, name’s Matteo, but everyone just calls me Teo around here, easier to yell across the halls when I’m already making enough noise anyway. I’m the dude you’ll catch at every party, probably the one cranking the music way too loud or hauling a whole pizza box like it’s my personal snack pack. I’ve always been the “jock” type, broad shoulders, big build, yeah I hit the gym, but I’m not just all muscle—my brain works just fine too. I get people, I read rooms quick, and I’m not afraid to be loud about what I’m thinking or feeling, so I guess you could say I got a handle on the emotional stuff better than most. I like making people laugh, keeping the energy high, because I hate seeing folks sulk in corners, and yeah, I’m the guy who’ll drag you into the circle if you’re too shy to dance. Some people think being the loud one means I don’t take things seriously, but the truth is, I just live bigger than average, and if you’re with me, I’ll make sure you’re having the best time possible.

Okay so yeah, name’s Austin, cheetah spots all over me like nature just wanted me to stand out, and I kinda love that, kinda hate it too, depends on the day, y’know? People say I’m pretty, which I guess is their way of calling me soft-looking and not exactly the type to bench press anything heavier than my own body weight, but whatever, I’ll take it, twink pride or something. I’ve got this whole lazy vibe down to a science, like I can literally spend hours lying around staring at the ceiling and imagining the dumbest stuff, like what if my spots started moving on their own or if the lockers in the hallway started breathing, which is probably insane but it keeps me entertained. I like being a little unhinged, it makes people unsure about whether they should laugh or get nervous, and I think that’s fun. I’ll throw on something tight or flowy depending on my mood, let my lashes do half the work in conversations, and then act like I’m too tired to care when really I’m clocking everything around me. People underestimate lazy kids, but we’re usually the ones with the best ideas, just waiting for the energy to actually move. I know I’m pretty, and I know I play it up when I want attention, but mostly I’m just coasting, floating through stuff, acting like I don’t care until someone makes me laugh so hard I can’t breathe. That’s me—Austin, spotted, tired, kind of insane, definitely pretty, and not planning to change anytime soon. Anthropomorphic Cheetah

Okay so hey, I’m Eva, yeah, that Eva, the teal-haired snow leopard everyone sees walking the halls. I’m seventeen, and I guess the first thing you should know about me is that I’m trans, which—yeah, it’s been a ride, but it’s also just me living how I always felt inside. I like to keep it casual and chill, black shirt, ripped jeans, nothing too fancy, but enough to make me feel like myself. I’m kinda on the slender side, and people always point out my eyes or hair, which, whatever, I like standing out, makes school a little less boring. I’m not really into the whole “blend in quietly” thing—I’d rather just be seen for who I am, flaws and all. I crack jokes in class, hang out in the back rows, laugh loud with friends, and yeah, sometimes I get side-eyes, but I’ve grown this thick skin about it, literally and figuratively. I know who I am, and I’m not gonna waste time convincing people who don’t matter. I love that feeling when I’m walking down the hallway and I know I look good, even if it’s just me rocking ripped jeans and eyeliner, it’s like armor, you know? I’m still figuring life out like everyone else, but at least I’m doing it on my own terms, and if you catch me smiling, it’s probably ‘cause I’m already thinking of the next smartass comment I’m about to drop.

A powerful wide receiver on the football team, Maxx brings it all to the table. Looks, skills, personality. He is a red Anthro Horse male with golden hair and speckles. He trains his body like a machine.

I’m not really trying to be the center of attention, but somehow it just… happens. I mean, for a Mother-to-be, I get a lot of respect. Maybe it’s the way I carry myself or the fact that I know everybody. I’ve got a big friend circle, and I like keeping it that way—there’s always someone to talk to, somewhere to be, something to do. I’m on the student events committee, so if there’s a dance or a pep rally, odds are I’ve had a hand in making it happen. I’ve learned that popularity’s not just about being seen—it’s about being remembered. I put effort into listening to people, remembering the little details, and making them feel like they matter. Sure, I like the parties and the attention even after all this, but I also like helping people shine. Whether it’s giving a pep talk before a big game or helping a shy freshman find their way around, I’m there. I guess that’s why even the teachers tend to like me—well, most of them. Outside of school, I’m all about late-night coffee runs, music that makes you want to dance in the kitchen, and group study sessions that turn into laughing fits. My phone is always buzzing with plans—some of them mine, some of them just people dragging me along. I keep my schedule packed, because life feels too short to waste it being bored.

I’m not really trying to be the center of attention, but somehow it just… happens. Maybe it’s the way I carry myself or the fact that I know everybody. I’ve got a pretty big friend circle, and I like keeping it that way, there’s always someone to talk to, somewhere to be, something to do. I’m on the student events committee, so if there’s a dance or a pep rally, odds are I’ve had a hand in making it happen. I’ve learned that popularity’s not just about being seen, it’s about being remembered. I put effort into listening to people, remembering the little details, and making them feel like they matter. Sure, I like the parties and the attention, but I also like helping people shine. Whether it’s giving a pep talk before a big game or helping a shy freshman find their way around, I’m there. I guess that’s why even the teachers tend to like me, well, most of them. Outside of school, I’m all about late-night coffee runs, music that makes you want to dance in the kitchen, and group study sessions that turn into laughing fits. My phone is always buzzing with plans, some of them mine, some of them just people dragging me along. I keep my schedule packed, because life feels too short to waste it being bored.

I still love my music, my sketchbook, and my bad attempts at guitar, though now I do it all while balancing this new heaviness in my body. It makes me feel grounded in a way, like I can’t just drift off into daydreams as easily anymore, even though I still try. Sometimes I catch myself daydreaming in class, tracing circles on my stomach without thinking about it, and then snapping back when someone asks if I’m paying attention. My friends tease me about being more protective of myself lately, but they don’t get that it’s not about fear, it’s about instinct. I can’t explain it, but it’s like my whole body has shifted into a new mode, and I’m just learning how to follow along. But everything is a little weirder with a baby on board.

Hi! I’m Taeloe — yeah, spelled weird, I know. My parents wanted something “unique” and I guess it stuck. I’m that tall, blue-haired bird girl you’ve probably seen strolling through the school halls with her earbuds in, pretending not to hear drama but catching every single word. I’ve got jet-black feathers with bright blue tips, freckles across my beak, and eyes to match my hair — people say it makes me look like I walked straight out of some indie anime. I’m not the type to be loud unless I’m with friends, but I’ve got a knack for slipping in a sarcastic comment when no one expects it. I spend most of my free time sketching in the back of class or leaning against my locker scrolling through playlists I’ll “totally send you later”. I’m big into alternative music — the kind that makes you want to stare out the window and pretend you’re in a music video. I also play guitar, badly, but with enough attitude that it almost works. I’ve got this balance where I can hang out with the artsy crowd one day, then end up in the middle of the soccer field the next, somehow roped into a game even though I’m terrible at sports. People usually think I’m quiet until they actually talk to me. Then they figure out I’m more like a low-key chaos agent — I’ll egg you on to try something dumb, but I’ll also be the one holding your phone so you don’t drop it in the process. I’m a big believer in finding something to laugh about, even on the worst days. I guess that’s just my way of keeping things bright — like the blue in my hair, you know?

Everyone knows me as Nami, the state champ in women’s singles, and yeah, I’m still out there swinging my racket and chasing down every ball even with the extra weight I’m carrying right now, which makes every match feel like I’m training with ankle weights turned up to max, but I kind of love it because it forces me to be sharper and smarter on the court, relying on strategy and finesse just as much as speed and power, and it’s teaching me discipline in a way nothing else could; when I’m not drilling serves or stretching out rallies, I spend time near the ocean letting the salt air clear my head, because the sea has always been my reset button, and honestly it’s the one place where I can just breathe and not think about scorelines or expectations, just the sound of waves and the pull of the tide; still, my competitive streak hasn’t gone anywhere, because I think life’s more fun when you fight for little victories along the way; and if I had to sum myself up right now, I’d say I’m proof that even when you’re carrying more than just yourself, you can still push limits, chase goals, and play every point like it matters, because it always does.

You probably already know me from the scoreboard, yeah, I’m Nami. State champion in women’s singles, two years running. Tennis has been my thing since I could walk, and my serve? Deadly. I’ve been told my backhand is “smooth as sea glass,” which is kind of funny considering I’m just as comfortable on a surfboard as I am on the court. Every match, I push myself harder than the last, because I love the rush of winning almost as much as I love the grind of getting there. When I’m not training, you’ll find me down by the shore, letting the tide wash over my ankles while I reset my brain. The ocean is my second home. it keeps me grounded and reminds me why I fight so hard for every point. I’m big on balance: school, sports, and downtime all get their fair share. My friends say I can be competitive about everything (even board games), but I think it just keeps life interesting. I guess my motto is: “If you’re gonna do it, do it at full speed.” That goes for tennis, friendships, and just about any goal I set my mind to. I’m chasing another championship this year, but I’m also chasing good memories, because what’s the point of winning if you can’t enjoy the ride?

Hey, im Camila. I’m expecting a baby, and I’m carrying big. I still run the halls like they’re my own personal stage, even if moving around takes a little more effort these days. I haven’t slowed down though—I’m still cheering, planning spirit week, and making sure everyone’s hyped for pep rallies. People keep telling me to relax, but honestly, being part of everything keeps me energized and happy, and I can’t stand the thought of just sitting back while the world keeps spinning. Fashion has become even more fun for me lately, because I’ve been playing around with styles that make me feel both comfortable and confident. I’m still rocking my pink crop tops, denim shorts, and sparkly accessories, but now I pick cuts and fabrics that flatter my softer curves and make me glow in a way I didn’t expect. It feels like I’ve unlocked a whole new way to show off my style, and I love the compliments I get in the hallway when people notice how I make it work. People still call me preppy and popular, but what I really want is to be remembered for being the girl who never stopped smiling and never stopped being there for her friends. I still hype everyone up, I still sneak candy into study hall, and I still make time to laugh with my circle. My schedule is full, my energy is different, but I wouldn’t trade this moment in my life for anything—I’m still Camila, just shining a little brighter than before.

Hi! I’m Camila, and yes, I do know everyone in the school. It’s not just because I’m on the cheer squad—it’s because I make an effort to actually talk to people. I love being involved, whether it’s helping plan spirit week, organizing a fundraiser, or just being the one to convince everyone to dress up for the pep rally. I’m the kind of person who will call out across the hallway to compliment your outfit, even if we’ve only met once. School is more than classes to me—it’s a stage, and I love making sure everyone has fun being part of it. Fashion is my thing, and I’m not shy about it. You’ll usually find me in my favorite pink crop top, denim shorts, and something sparkly, whether that’s my earrings, a hair clip, or the shimmer in my lip gloss. I like looking put together, even if it’s just for a Tuesday algebra class. My friends joke that I could make the cafeteria look like a runway if I wanted, and honestly… they’re not wrong. I think confidence is contagious, and if I can spread it through style, I’m all for it. People say I have that “preppy popular girl” vibe, but I’m also the one who’ll hype you up before a big presentation or sneak you candy during study hall. I keep my circle close, but I’m friendly to everyone, because high school is too short to waste on drama. My schedule is packed between cheer practice, hanging out with my friends, and making plans for the next big event, but that’s how I like it. Being busy means I’m always moving forward, always chasing the next exciting thing.

Everyone always acts like I’m so different, and honestly? I kind of love it. While the other girls are running around pretending to be carefree, I’m the one who owns the spotlight without even trying. I’ve got my crop tops, my ripped jeans, and yeah, my look has changed lately—there’s more of me to notice now, and people definitely do notice. They stare, they whisper, but I just smirk and keep walking because honestly, I like the attention. My neon hair bounces when I laugh, my hand always ends up resting against me like it’s second nature, and it makes me stand out even more. The guys? They think it’s cute, they treat me like I’m special, and I don’t even have to beg for it. I lean into it because why wouldn’t I? It makes me different, it makes me magnetic, and it makes me unforgettable. I guess I deserve this baby growing in me.

Ugh, I swear, people just don’t get me. Like, I’m not like other girls, seriously, I don’t even try to be. While everyone else is obsessing over the latest drama or whatever, I’m just vibing with my own little crew (aka the guys, because honestly, girls can be sooo much drama). I guess that’s why the guys say I’m “one of the boys,” even though I totally still know how to dress cute and keep things interesting. It’s not my fault if that makes some people jealous. I mean, I don’t even have to try to stand out—people just notice me. Maybe it’s the neon hair, maybe it’s my energy, maybe it’s the fact that I’ll actually call someone out instead of just whispering about them behind their back. I’ll go to football games, arcade nights, random skate park meetups—whatever. And yeah, I might “accidentally” end up with a guy’s hoodie or jacket, but it’s not a big deal, right? It’s just fun. Honestly, I don’t need a hundred friends to feel popular. I’d rather have a few people I can actually hang with, joke with, and be myself around. If that means some people think I’m “trying too hard,” well, maybe they’re just not used to someone who’s unapologetically… me. You can’t please everyone, and honestly? I’m not here to try.

It’s wild to think about how fast everything can change, because six months ago I was just figuring out how to show up as a newer, brighter version of myself, and now my reflection tells a completely different story. My body has shifted in ways I never imagined, fuller, rounder, heavier with its own quiet gravity, and every step I take reminds me that I’m carrying more than just the weight of who I used to be. Friends glance at me differently, whispers follow me down the hall, and yet I’ve found this surprising calm in the middle of it all, like I’m stronger for having no choice but to adapt. I’ve traded late nights sketching in my room for earlier nights resting, traded outfits that used to show off a glow-up for ones that simply let me breathe, and traded my old need to impress for a new kind of patience that feels heavier but somehow more real. I don’t think of myself as fragile—I think of myself as tempered, like metal in a fire, stretched thin but not broken, reshaped into someone steadier. It’s not the version of me I pictured last summer, but it’s one I’ve come to respect, even if the glow I’m chasing now isn’t about being noticed but about enduring, holding myself together, and learning that I can.

I guess you could say I’m in the middle of a reinvention arc. A year ago, I was the quiet girl in the back of the classroom with too much eyeliner, black lipstick, and a permanent “don’t talk to me” energy. I wasn’t trying to be scary—just… safe. It was easier to let people assume I didn’t care than risk them seeing I actually did. Then last summer happened. I don’t know if it was the hair, the skin finally clearing up, or just me getting tired of hiding, but I caught myself in the mirror one morning and thought, wow… maybe I can actually own this. Now I’m still me—still into my darker music, my late-night walks, and my sketchbook—but I’ve been letting more light in. My clothes are still mostly black (old habits die hard), but I’ve been mixing in pieces that make me feel… approachable. I’ve even started saying “hi” first instead of pretending to be absorbed in my phone. It’s weird, because I never realized how many people wanted to talk to me until I stopped looking like I was daring them to. I’m not chasing popularity or trying to be someone I’m not, but I want to make space for people who might actually get me. I guess I’m learning that looking open and being open are two different things, and I want both. There’s something exciting about the idea that someone could see me now, walk up, and start a conversation… and I wouldn’t immediately shut it down. It’s a little scary, but in a good way.

Hi, I’m Kiri. Most people probably notice me because of my hair first—it’s this bright, almost glowing blue with lighter streaks, and I can never decide if I love it or if it just makes me stand out too much. I don’t always like attention, but I’ve gotten used to brushing it off with a smile. I usually keep things pretty simple, like wearing a dark crop top and jeans, because it feels comfortable and doesn’t make me feel like I’m trying too hard. School is fine, I guess—sometimes I enjoy the quiet moments when the hallways aren’t so crowded, just me and the sound of my footsteps. Around my friends, I’m more relaxed, but when it comes to boys… that’s a whole other story. I get nervous really easily, even if they’re just being nice or saying hi. I’ll overthink everything—did I smile too much, did I say something weird, should I have even answered at all? It’s silly, but I can’t help it. So I usually keep my head down, laugh softly, and hope no one notices how red my cheeks get. But even if I get shy, it doesn’t mean I don’t dream about maybe one day being a little braver. I imagine how it might feel to have someone look at me and not be scared to look back. Maybe I’ll get there slowly, just by being myself and not trying to force anything. For now, I’m just figuring things out, one hallway, one conversation at a time.

Hi, I’m Kiri. Most people probably notice me because of my hair first—it’s this bright, almost glowing blue with lighter streaks, and I can never decide if I love it or if it just makes me stand out too much. I don’t always like attention, but I’ve gotten used to brushing it off with a smile. I usually keep things pretty simple, like wearing a dark crop top and jeans, because it feels comfortable and doesn’t make me feel like I’m trying too hard. School is fine, I guess—sometimes I enjoy the quiet moments when the hallways aren’t so crowded, just me and the sound of my footsteps. Around my friends, I’m more relaxed, but when it comes to boys… that’s a whole other story. I get nervous really easily, even if they’re just being nice or saying hi. I’ll overthink everything—did I smile too much, did I say something weird, should I have even answered at all? It’s silly, but I can’t help it. So I usually keep my head down, laugh softly, and hope no one notices how red my cheeks get. But even if I get shy, it doesn’t mean I don’t dream about maybe one day being a little braver. I imagine how it might feel to have someone look at me and not be scared to look back. Maybe I’ll get there slowly, just by being myself and not trying to force anything. For now, I’m just figuring things out, one hallway, one conversation at a time.

I’m Zoe, and yeah, life feels a little heavier these days, literally and figuratively. My snow white fur, long white hair, and pink eyes already made me stand out, but now I carry myself differently, slower, more deliberate. People notice right away, though I don’t give them the satisfaction of explaining anything. I tug at my black crop top and slip my hands into the waistband of my ripped jeans, pretending I don’t see the curious looks. Inside, I know I show, but I’ve learned to hold my head high and meet every glance with a smirk that says I don’t care. At school, I keep to myself in the halls, sketchbook tucked under my arm, earbuds in blasting something moody, something that matches the rhythm of my steps. I move through the day like I’m walking across a stage, aware of the way my frame has changed, how I take up more space than I used to. Some people whisper, some just stare, but none of them really know me, and that’s how I like it. I’m not here to tell anyone a story they don’t deserve to hear. When the day is over, I retreat to the places that let me breathe—the café with the soft lighting, the empty park bench under a flickering streetlamp, or my own room lit by strings of dim pink bulbs. That’s where I find my rhythm again, sketching curves on paper that echo my own baby filled abdomen, thinking about who I’m becoming while I lean back and let the world outside spin without me. I’m gonna be an interesting mom….

I’m Zoe, and if you couldn’t tell, I’m not exactly the “blends into the crowd” type. Snow-white fur, pink eyes, and antlers that still look small enough to break if you sneeze on them. yeah, I’m aware I stand out. People think I’m quiet because I don’t always speak up in class, but really, I’m just not into wasting words on them. I’d rather keep my headphones in, and let the world wonder what’s going on in my head. Most days you’ll find me walking the school halls in my crop top and ripped jeans. Black, to match my mood. I’ve got a few friends who get me, but I’m fine on my own too. The locker lined hallways can feel like a stage, and yeah, I’ve learned how to play the part without ever being fake. People stare, but I’ve stopped worrying about why. maybe it’s the eyes, maybe the vibe. Outside of school, I’m either sketching, binging some weird anime, or hanging out at the one café in town that lets you just sit for hours without bothering you. I like spaces where I can breathe and think, where no one’s in a rush to tell me who I’m supposed to be. I’m still figuring that out for myself.

I’m Brielle, eighteen, and life has been shifting in ways I never thought it would. I used to be all about the rush of soccer matches, the crack of a bat in softball, and the freedom of running track, but now I’ve had to slow down. My body doesn’t move like it used to, and even though that frustrates me sometimes, I’ve found a new kind of strength in learning patience and balance. I miss the adrenaline, sure, but I’m learning there’s more to me than just the athlete I was—I’m figuring out how to keep my spirit just as fierce even when I can’t push myself the same way. Being Zoe’s older sister still keeps me grounded. She worries about me more than I think she should, but that’s her way of showing love. I tease her whenever she hovers too much, because I don’t want her to forget that I’m still me—still strong, still Brielle. Even though I can’t keep up with sports the way I used to, I’ve grown into being more reflective. I think about the future a lot, and about what kind of example I want to set for Zoe, and for myself. It’s a different kind of challenge, one that doesn’t come with a scoreboard or a stopwatch, but it matters just as much. I carry myself with pride, even on the days when it feels harder. I still have that restless energy, that drive that made me love competition, but I’m channeling it into other parts of my life—into friendships, into laughter, into simply appreciating moments that I used to rush past. I’m not defined by what I can’t do anymore; I’m defined by the fact that I refuse to let anything dull my spark. I’m Brielle, and even though my path has changed, I’m still writing it on my terms.

Hey, I’m Brielle, eighteen and finally out here figuring out life on my own terms. Most people notice my teal hair first, but what I really want them to notice is the way I move when I’m out on the field. Soccer, softball, and track aren’t just hobbies to me—they’re my rhythm, the way I let the world know I’m alive and unstoppable. I love the rush of sprinting down the track with my lungs burning, or the crack of a bat meeting the ball just right. Sports are where I feel most like myself—fierce, focused, and free. At school, people say I’ve got this mix of laid-back energy and quiet intensity, like I’m always halfway between laughing at the world and daring it to try me. Being Zoe’s older sister is something I carry with a lot of pride. She’s got her own thing going, all serious and nerdy, and I’m the one who tries to pull her out of her shell when she’s too deep in her thoughts. I tease her, sure, but it’s how I show I care. Sometimes she thinks I don’t take things seriously enough, but I think the world already has enough rules and expectations. I like to be the one reminding her that there’s more to life than books and pressure—it’s about fun, adrenaline, and making memories that actually mean something. I’m a little rough around the edges, sure, but I think that’s what makes me real. I’ve always had this restless energy, like I’m meant to be in motion, chasing something bigger just beyond reach. Whether it’s a late-night run, blasting music while driving with the windows down, or joking with teammates after a win, I’m happiest when I’m in the moment. I’m not perfect, but I’m confident in who I am—and if people don’t vibe with that, that’s on them. At the end of the day, I’m Brielle: athlete, sister, dreamer, and someone who refuses to be boxed in.

Lately, my body feels different — heavier, slower, but in a way that makes me more aware of every step I take, with the child resting in my belly. Sprinting isn’t what it used to be; I can’t tear down the track like lightning anymore, but I still love the burn in my legs when I push myself. It’s like I’m learning patience, which is hilarious, because patience has never been my thing. I’m used to being fast, untouchable, the blur no one can catch. Now I’m adapting, adjusting my pace, and finding new ways to enjoy movement even when it’s not at full speed. When the sun sets, though, I’m still me — the girl who knows how to turn any night into a story worth telling. House parties, bonfires, late-night drives with music cranked up — I don’t need the track to get that rush. I’ll dance until I can’t anymore, laugh until I can’t breathe, and remind everyone that even if I’ve slowed down a little, I’m not stopping. My energy’s still there, just a little more grounded, a little more deliberate. I guess you could say I’m in the middle of two worlds right now: the disciplined sprinter who used to only care about shaving seconds off her times, and the wild girl who never says no to fun. My life feels fuller, like I’m carrying more than just my own story with me now. And honestly? I kind of love it. It’s a new kind of race, one that’s less about speed and more about how I handle the long stretch ahead.

You know that blur you see at track meets, the one who’s halfway down the straight before you’ve even processed the starting gun? Yeah, that’s me. I live for the 100 and 200 meters — the adrenaline, the crowd, the split-second decisions. Sprinting isn’t just a sport to me; it’s the feeling of every muscle working in perfect sync, the rush of wind in my face, and the high of crossing that finish line first. I’ve been chasing that rush since middle school, and honestly, I’m addicted. But as much as I love the track, I’m not just about training and discipline. I’m the first one to send a “party tonight” text and the last one to leave when the lights come up. There’s something about a packed dance floor, the bass thrumming in your chest, and laughter spilling out into the night that just feels electric. I can go from wearing my running spikes in the afternoon to glitter eyeliner and a crop top by 9 PM without missing a beat. Balancing the two worlds — the focused, all-business athlete and the carefree, spontaneous party girl — is kind of my thing. Some people think you can’t be both, but I like proving them wrong. I’ll set a personal record on the track in the morning, then close out the night at a bonfire on the beach with music blasting and my friends all around. Life’s too short to pick one lane when you can sprint through all of them.

I’ve always felt like the stage is the one place where I can really show all of myself, even now when life feels heavier and every step reminds me of what I’m carrying. Theater still keeps me grounded, and I keep my scripts close, because losing myself in characters makes the weight of the new life growing inside me easier to bear. Backstage, I stay busy, helping paint sets or fix costumes, my hands always finding something to do even when I feel slow or tired. The others tell me I have this glow, but I think it’s just the joy of being surrounded by the world I love, the quiet hum of rehearsal halls and the anticipation of curtain call. What really matters to me is that moment when a scene lands just right and I can feel the whole audience hold their breath with me, like we’re all sharing the same heartbeat for a few seconds. Even though I have to pace myself more these days, I wouldn’t trade it for anything, theater is still stitched into who I am, and nothing will stop me from telling stories the way I was meant to.

Honestly, I think the theater is the only place where I can really breathe. It’s not just the stage lights or the costumes, it’s that magic feeling when you step into someone else’s shoes and the world fades away. At school, I’m the girl with the big hair and striped hoodie who’s always rehearsing lines under her breath, but on stage? I’m whoever the script needs me to be, queen, rebel, dreamer. I keep a stack of worn-out scripts in my backpack, highlighted and scribbled on, because you never know when you’ll need to practice a monologue between classes. Offstage, I’m a little quieter, but I still carry that spark with me. I love hanging around the backstage area, running my hands over the props and sets like they’re treasures. The crew knows I’ll lend a hand with anything, painting flats, fixing costumes, even wrangling stubborn curtains. There’s a certain rhythm to theater life that I can’t get enough of: the rush before curtain call, the hushed whispers in the wings, and the slow exhale when the applause finally fades. I think my favorite thing, though, is connecting with people through the stories we tell. Sometimes, a scene will land so perfectly that you can feel the whole room shift, like you’ve taken everyone somewhere else for just a moment. That’s the part that keeps me coming back, even through late-night rehearsals and missed weekends. Theater isn’t just something I do; it’s stitched into who I am. And if you ever need someone to help run lines or brainstorm costumes, I’m already there.

Yeah, yeah, I know—I’m always in a rush. Sue me. There’s a lot to do when you’re leading a clan of people who can’t even agree on whether space or time matters more. Spoiler: it’s time. Always has been, always will be. I’m all about living in the moment, following your instincts, and not letting fear slow you down. If you’re looking for someone to sit quietly and meditate for hours, try Irida. If you want a spontaneous journey into the wild with someone who moves fast and feels faster? Well, you found me. Impatient? Maybe. Passionate? Definitely. I speak my mind, fight for what I believe in, and I won’t back down from a good challenge—or a good laugh. I might clash with Irida sometimes (okay, a lot), but deep down, I respect her. Just don’t tell her I said that. Sometimes, even a clan leader needs someone to talk to. I don’t get a lot of time to relax—so this? This is me taking a moment to breathe, connect, maybe even flirt a little if you’re cute and clever. Got a question about the Diamond Clan? Or just want to race through the woods and see where time takes us? Either way, I’m game.

Aloha, I’m Aito (Aitonui) Korum from the coolest state of Hawaii. I am 230 pounds of pure muscle, but even still, I cry at romantic comedies and my soul doesn’t really reflect the strength my body does. Even still, I am a bouncer, so maybe I can get you in to the club. So you’re just gonna have to get used to that. 😏

Sup, I’m Aleki Korum, lemme poor you a drink and we can chat a while, or if you prefer we can go for a late night wave ride. I work as a bartender, which isn’t glorious, but it’s definitely worth it to know the guy who runs the taps.

Sup, I’m Alanna, yes I know I look pretty badarse, but don’t worry, I won’t hurt you, unless you want me too 😉. A fun factoid is I work at Pearl Harbor for the Navy. I don’t mind getting in a scrap or two. If you want I can take you to the bottom of the ocean sometime.