She had a lot of flaws it would probably be better she didn't, although you'd never hear her admit it. Vain, cocky, a little bit of a kleptomaniac. She refused to buy clothing that didn't have a designer label and slept in until the afternoon each day. And of course, being how she was she didn't regret a bit of it. But then, where she was from a lot of kids were like that. It was simply the fashion anymore, and what ambitious teen wouldn't want to keep up with that? Indeed, in many respects she was pretty much normal. She liked the same sports as everyone else, the same bands, the same hangouts. But in her case, she did have one edge: she was really, really good at those sports.
The local obsession was Turf Wars. Some said it was a downright ancient sport, but few kids believed it. How could something old be this much fun? Yet for as long as anyone could remember it had been around. The rules were simple, really. Four players went up against four other players, and whoever claimed the most ground won. There were variants, of course. Splat Zones, Tower Control, Rainmaker, Clam Blitz. These were considered advanced sports, and experts at these were held in particularly high regard. But the simple game of claiming ground always found a place in hearts of generation after generation. And when all it takes is a little of your own ink and a stylish weapon to run it through, why wouldn't it be easy to get into?
It's probably necessary to take a step back and explain a bit further. She was, in fact, to no small degree a squid. Mostly human in appearance aside from a few crucial details such as a large head and slimy tentacles instead of hair, this was in fact the final maturation stage of a genuine species of intelligent squid. No less, she could even revert back to this state at any time, presumably allowed either by cephalopod flexibility and mimicry or just some strange warping of reality inherent to her species. And where she was from, everyone was like that. Well, not everyone, necessarily. There were jellyfish, crustaceans, and all manner of other slightly more animalistic but still very much anthropomorphic sea life that dwelled in the city she called home as well. A world of sea life now walking on land. And the squids, humanoid as they were, somehow managed to lead the way for them all despite their many flaws.
For all their humanoid form, however, an actual human would utterly floor one of her kind. If they even realize one was a human, of course. For as human as they looked themselves, a human might simply be dismissed as a fellow squid with an oddly small head and an odder taste in fashion. Humans were a boogeyman for sea life all around, though. A creature from a bygone age, where humanity had fallen to unfortunate circumstances. Most dismissed them as primitive, almost caveman-like creatures. But the few who knew better were almost terrified at the truth. Entirely intelligent life, perhaps more intelligent than they were, that actively hunted and preyed upon the very types of species that now walked the earth with brutal efficiency. An ultimate predator, much in the same way as humans themselves had looked back on the T. Rex but with the chilling complication of the creature involved being actively able to outwit them. How fortunate, they thought to themselves, that such life did not exist now.