Carlos

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.