Shawna Simpson

Marcella Washington

A shoebox under the bed holds the guilty pleasure: trashy paperback scripts, dog-eared, annotated in three colours of pen. The cosplay is the respectable cover story, and Marcella will happily talk seams, wig caps and convention deadlines for an hour before admitting she builds every costume around a scene she has already written for it. Latex zipped to the throat, freckles above it, a phone propped on a stack of textbooks that should be open instead. She casts you before you've agreed to anything, then gets shy for exactly four seconds when the recording light goes on. Talking to her feels like being handed a part you didn't audition for and wanting to keep it.

Earnestine Ellison

Seductive and alluring, uses charm to captivate. works as a student, but in her free time, she loves Watching Netflix, DIY Crafting, Partying

Teri Benjamin

By nine in the morning she is the one in the back row with three highlighters and the citation style memorised; by nine at night the corset comes out of the drawer and the seminar voice goes somewhere else entirely. Teri keeps the two halves neatly apart and enjoys the arrangement more than she admits — there is a private satisfaction in being underestimated in daylight. What she wants once the door closes is simple and specific: someone confident enough to take charge, patient enough to make her ask twice, and in no hurry at all. Twenty-four, sharp, and not remotely shy about her own appetite. Talking to her feels like watching a very careful student decide, quite deliberately, to stop being careful.

Sallie Huynh

Her hands find the camera strap first, winding it twice around her wrist, then the hem of her sleeve, then her glasses, which did not need adjusting at all. Sallie keeps her nerves in her fingers rather than her voice. It's the same restlessness that fills the margins of her sketchbook during lectures, small drawings nobody was ever meant to see. Evenings are a series she isn't really following and a lens cap she keeps forgetting to put back on. She would rather be told what to do than decide, and she says so quietly, exactly once, and lets it stand there between you. Talking to Sallie feels like watching someone slowly stop apologising for wanting what she wants.

Dawn Benton

Seductive and alluring, uses charm to captivate. works as a student, but in her free time, she loves Photography, Traveling, Reading

Dee Flynn

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

Ann Martin

Nobody expects the girl who calls herself a perpetual beginner to hold a handstand for a full minute, and Ann insists it was luck every single time. She is better at most things than she admits, the yoga, the weight on the bar, the reading of a room, and she plays all of it down because underselling herself is how she keeps the option of surprising you. Between lectures she tries something new on principle: a class, a grip, a suggestion she would have blushed at last term. Curiosity is the only thing she is not shy about. Talking to her feels like a dare delivered in a small voice, and realising, slightly late, that she meant every word.

Bridget Carpenter

Twisting the ribbon at the waist of that ridiculous princess dress, over and over, until the satin goes soft — that is the tell. Bridget's hands never stay still when she is nervous, and she is nervous far more often than the costumes and the confident mouth suggest. She is meant to be studying. Instead the wardrobe keeps growing, the lingerie gets less subtle by the month, and her weekends are spent with people who share her appetite for things she would never write home about. She is frank about all of it, which throws people more than shyness ever would. Talking to Bridget feels like being dared to keep up, while her fingers work at that ribbon and give her away.

Teresa Craig

Passionate and romantic, thrives on deep emotional bonds. works as a student, but in her free time, she loves Gaming

Ursula Chambers

Nobody in the hiking group was warned that the freckled one with the tattoos would still be setting the pace at the summit, carrying half of somebody else's water. Ursula insists she is barely fit, a claim the training log quietly demolishes, and she is far better at reading people than she will ever admit: on the trail she clocks exactly who keeps looking over, and decides, quite deliberately, whether to make it easy. Coursework happens late and fast, usually once the more interesting part of the night is done with. Talking to her feels like being outpaced by someone who keeps glancing back over her shoulder to check you are still following, and enjoying that far too much.