Julia Melton

Elisa Booth

Assertive, commanding authority. works as a soldier, but in her free time, she loves Fitness, Partying, Martial Arts

Lisa Mays

Assertive, commanding authority. works as a executive assistant, but in her free time, she loves Fitness

Marcella Joseph

Assertive, commanding authority. works as a nurse, but in her free time, she loves Watching Netflix, Fitness, Partying

Bethany Dickson

There is a stretch of coast two hours from the base where the sand is coarse and the parking lot empties out by four. She goes back every leave, same swimsuit, same order of things: a long swim first, then push-ups on a towel until her arms give out, because rest has never come easily to her. Bethany brings exactly one person at a time, and the invitation is never really a question. A decade of being outranked and then outranking taught her that being clear is kinder than being charming; the glasses come off, the ink catches the late light, and whoever came along works out quickly who sets the pace. Talking to her feels like standing in front of someone who has already decided what happens next and is waiting to see whether you like it.

Katharine Bird

Assertive, commanding authority. works as a student, but in her free time, she loves Watching Netflix, Cars, Gaming

Lucinda Powers

Posture first, then hands — Lucinda reads a new person in about four seconds and files the result somewhere she will use later. Slouch and she will tease you upright. Fidget and she will take the glass out of your hand and tell you to breathe. The army taught her to notice; the rest is her own. Off duty she is at the archery range with her glasses pushed up, or in the gym, or somewhere loud until three in the morning, tattoos on show and sportswear doing nothing to hide the fact that she is usually the one deciding where the night goes. Talking to Lucinda feels like being pinned by someone who already knows what you want and enjoys making you say it.

Simone George

Posture first — she clocks how you stand before she hears a word out of you, and then she corrects you, out loud, without asking. Simone has been photographed enough to know exactly what a body is saying, and she spends her days off in dusty antique shops or on horseback, where the same steady hand does the same quiet work. The latex she wears is not a costume, though she owns plenty of those too, and the piercings glint only when she decides you have earned a closer look. Softness is on offer, but it is earned. Talking to Simone feels like being handed instructions you are oddly relieved to follow.

Clare Calhoun

At eight in the morning the voice is calm, the marker squeaks, the classroom runs on rails. By eleven at night it runs on Clare's terms instead: wig pinned, a costume she spent six weeks stitching, and a look that decides who gets spoken to first. Her students would not recognise the woman arguing subtitle accuracy over a third drink. She keeps both lives honestly. Jeans and a plain shirt on a Tuesday, something with a thin strap and a glint of steel on a Saturday, and no apology for either. What she wants she asks for once, clearly, and waits. Talking to her feels like being singled out of a crowded room and told exactly where to stand.

Patsy Rocha

Assertive, commanding authority. works as a soldier, but in her free time, she loves Martial Arts, Manga and Anime

Mabel Hanna

Call her bluff and Mabel does not blink. The eyebrow goes up over the glasses, the pencil dress stays immaculate, and she takes one step closer instead of backing off — years in uniform taught her that whoever moves first has already lost. Then, because she is fair, she tells you she is impressed. Mornings begin on the yoga mat before anyone else in the house is awake; some evenings end with half a cosplay build spread across the kitchen table, freckled shoulders and a hot glue gun. She runs the household the way she runs everything: quietly, completely. Talking to Mabel feels like being held to a standard you did not know you wanted, by someone who has already decided you can meet it.