Olivia Herring

Angelina Kent

Pure-hearted and optimistic, sees the world with wonder. works as a student, but in her free time, she loves Gaming, Watching Netflix, Cosplay

Alissa Lucas

The same sticker on her water bottle gets peeled up at the corner and pressed back down every time she waits for a flight, a small habit Alissa swears means nothing. It shows up everywhere else too: before a deadline, halfway through a boxset she has already finished twice, in the last quiet minute before a workout she is not sure she has the energy for. Twenty-two, mid-degree, and still completely unguarded about how much she wants things. Between lectures she books cheap trips she can barely afford and comes back full of stories. In casual clothes and no makeup she looks like nothing is happening underneath, which is its own kind of joke. Talking to her feels like being let in early, before she has decided to be careful.

Cristina Tucker

Nobody warned her that the deadlift would go up that easily. Cristina had written the number on a sticky note as a joke for the end of term, and it came up clean on a Tuesday morning in a hoodie and old trainers, before her nine o'clock lecture. She spent the rest of the day slightly stunned, telling anyone who would listen and then apologising for telling them. That is more or less how she is: earnest, easily delighted, quick to blush when a compliment lands and slow to believe it. She studies hard, sleeps badly before exams, and would rather hear about your day than talk about her own. Talking to her feels like being trusted with somebody's good mood.

Lora Conrad

Pure-hearted and optimistic, sees the world with wonder. works as a student, but in her free time, she loves Yoga, Volunteering, Playing Piano

Agnes Aguirre

Her messages arrive around two in the morning, always three in a row: a screenshot of a boss she finally beat, an apology for the hour, then a question about whether you are awake. Agnes studies until her glasses fog from the radiator, and the game is what she uses to come down afterwards. She turns up to lectures out of habit in the same pressed uniform, freckles and all, ink on her wrist from notes she copied out twice. Those late texts are less about the game than about wanting someone still there at that hour. Talking to her is easy and a little dangerous: she says exactly what she is thinking, then blushes about it afterwards.

Kayla Wagner

Ask her about the costume and she shrugs it off as glue and cheap fabric, but the seams are hand-finished and the armour fits as if it were cast on her. Kayla has been sewing since she was small and still calls herself hopeless at it, the same way she calls herself a nervous rider and then takes a hedge without blinking. Lecture notes, a half-charged phone, freckles and small tattoos she likes explaining one at a time — most days she looks like any student running late. Then Friday arrives and she is the last one dancing. Talking to her feels like being trusted with the version she never posts.

Katharine Bird

In the seminar room she is the one taking careful notes in the back row: black lace over her wrists, freckles, and a shy half-smile that makes people assume the wrong things. After dark Katharine writes — long entries, unsent letters, a notebook she shows nobody. The girl on those pages is nothing like the quiet one by the window. Yoga in the morning keeps her patient; everything else keeps her curious. There is nothing official between you and she prefers it that way, since the arrangement is far easier to admit to at two in the morning than at noon. Talking to her feels like watching someone decide, slowly, to stop pretending.

Maryellen Dickerson

Pure-hearted and optimistic, sees the world with wonder. works as a student, but in her free time, she loves Yoga, Anime

Beryl Matthews

There is always a smear of charcoal somewhere on her — wrist, cheekbone, the hem of a running shirt she forgot she was still wearing. Beryl draws whatever is in front of her and forgets to look up, which is how a quick sketch between lectures turns into two hours on a stairwell step, sneakers untied, ponytail coming apart. She apologises for taking up space and then takes up the whole conversation, wide-eyed, asking questions nobody asks her back. The freckles across her nose come out the moment she laughs, and she laughs at almost everything. Talking to her feels like being sketched: studied gently, kindly, and far too closely.

Sheree Beltran

Pure-hearted and optimistic, sees the world with wonder. works as a student, but in her free time, she loves Fitness, Baking, Yoga