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.