Post by MIRIAM "EVA" ASMEROM on Aug 5, 2012 23:30:44 GMT -5
...miriam eva asmerom*
*Pain is temporary. Glory lasts forever.*
[/size]*Pain is temporary. Glory lasts forever.*
*THESE PICTURES MUST NOT STRETCH THE BOARD
...basics*
name Eva Asmerom
nickname Her parents call her May, which she tolerates begrudgingly. But it's Eva, to you.
age 17
gender Female
grade Baum Academy Senior
hometown Midland, Michigan
sexuality Fucking straight, obviously.
personification Briar Rose (I WILL BREAK THIS CURSE IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO)
status Dormant
face claim McKayla Maroney
...appearance*
hair color Brown
eye color Brown
build Petite, but incredibly muscular
height 5' 2"
clothing style When not in a gymnastics leotard, generally sweat pants and a sweatshirt, with a few tight skirts and Hollister polos tucked away for special occasions. She likes to save her style for those who will appreciate it, thank you very much.
distinctive traits Her face is clad in a perpetual glare. While she doesn't intend to constantly look as if she's sizing up prey, she doesn't care to put forth much effort to fix it that could be put into her gymnastics, studies, and other extracurricular activities. In fact, she finds that her hostile expression can be intimidating to her opponents, and she'll take any competitive edge she can get.
...personal*
personality
The first thing that people notice about Eva is the glare into which her features are constantly contorted. Though her face is quite naturally pretty, her natural expression almost always carries condescension and dismay, and this makes those around her loath to approach and interact with her. Eva has thus had substantial difficulty where sociality is concerned throughout her life, and has grown up with few friends. Bullied and gossiped about by her peers, Eva has been embittered with a fervent desire to prove herself from a very young age. She is better than her classmates, she knows, her classmates who whisper and giggle behind her back. Maybe she’s never been kissed by a boy, but can any of those beautiful girls with boyfriends do a double back handspring? She doesn’t think so. And Eva is consequently almost always very uninvested in social interactions; answers to questions from those she doesn’t know well are often curt and monosyllabic, her aura haughty and condescending. It’s not that she doesn’t want to be social. She just has better things to do.
And so Eva trains, day in and day out. She’s certainly what her peers would describe as an “overachiever”, as a straight A student, (except for that one B in physics junior year because Jesus Christ, who cares about physics anyway?), elite gymnast, decent musician (she plays the trumpet, the instrument of champions, bitches), school newspaper editor, debate club President, and a number of other leadership roles. However, her excellence across the disciplines spans not from any natural talents, but from an almost inhumanely competitive drive. Eva has to be the best, no matter the circumstances, and sees no appeal in participating in any activity in which she cannot outshine her peers.
And so Eva works. She’s far from the smartest in her class, but while her classmates go out with friends after school, Eva sits in the library for hours on end, quizzing herself with flashcard after flashcard after flashcard until anything less than an A+ on the following day’s quiz is physically impossible for her to achieve. She wasn't born with an abundance of athletic talent, but while her classmates party on the weekends she is in the gym, repeating the same vault over and over and over until the sun has risen and set multiple times and her muscles beg for rest. Eva has never seen a television show in her life, doesn’t have a Facebook, Myspace, Twitter, Tumblr, or any other social networking distraction, and hasn’t seen a movie in at least ten years. But she knows that the sacrifice is worth it, because the feeling of triumph she gets when she beats those dumb bitches who treat her like shit is worth every arduous minute. If she can’t get them to like her, she will certainly get them to fear her. It’s the next best thing.
And with so many things to think about, there’s no time for being lonely.
past
As soon as she could walk, Eva was climbing. She climbed furniture, trees, stone walls, tables, and everything else she could possibly get her hands on. It was her earliest form of competition; baby Eva knew that if she could climb higher than these grown-up bitches then she would damn well do it. As their daughter received multiple admonitions for clambering over her peers’ desks throughout first and second grade, her parents, Cody and Paige, decided that their daughter needed a new outlet for her athletic and uppity tendencies. Living within walking distance of the Midland Gymnastics Training Center, Eva’s parents determined that gymnastics would be a fun, harmless hobby for her.
They couldn’t have been more wrong.
Before Eva’s family could blink, gymnastics had consumed her life like a bonfire. Her visits to the gym increased from one day a week to two days a week to five to seven, and though she harbored no real love for the sport, at ages seven, eight, nine, she was already addicted to the feelings of pleasure and triumph she received as she hand-sprung faster, vaulted higher, and hand-stood for longer than her peers. She practiced day in and day out, racing to the gym after school every day, pushing her body to its limits and beyond. Because her classmates laughed at her, calling her ugly and pretentious and unfriendly, but she knew that she would be the one laughing when they watched her win an Olympic gold medal from their pathetic little TVs. Anything less than perfect was far from good enough, and as the months elongated into years, Eva came to shut out everything but the ultimate goal. The Olympics. I am going to win a gold medal in the Olympics.
Upon turning fourteen, Eva relocated to New York City to train at NYC Elite with world-renowned gymnastics coach Harrison Bryant. Eva attended Baum Academy when not working in the gym or touring the world to compete in national and international tournaments, making both straight As and absolutely no friends. With the coveted Olympics fast approaching, Eva decided to homeschool for her junior year, living in an apartment on the Upper West Side with her mother and Harrison, and training for the Olympic Trials nine to five, seven days a week. The hard work paid off when said trials rolled around; at age sixteen, Eva was selected as a member of the United States Olympic Team.
Eva entered the Women’s All-Around as the overwhelming favorite, placing first easily in both the Vault and the Balance Beam. But when it came time for the Uneven Bars, disaster struck. Snagging her finger on a protruding shard of metal, Eva came tumbling from the high bar and sprawled across the floor. She awoke three days later in the hospital, and was informed by a disinterested nurse that she’d cracked multiple vertebrae, and was lucky she hadn’t been paralyzed from the neck down. With a few months of rest she’d be able to compete again, but Eva Asmerom would be leaving her Olympics without a gold medal.
present
Though Eva’s Olympics have come and gone, she still eats, sleeps, and breathes gymnastics. Maybe she habors some fleeting hope that in three years, at age twenty, she’ll be able to return to the Olympics and redeem herself. But every day that vision gets blurrier and blurrier for her, because every day of vigorous training, she can feel her youthful dexterity slipping from her grasp. Each step on the beam is harder to balance, each vault more painful to land, each bars routine more and more taxing on her muscles. She knows it’s unlikely that she’ll even be able to make an impact at the college level, let alone in future international competition. Yet she continues slaving away in the gym, travelling with Harrison to competitions and exhibitions around the world, watching her scores drop lower and lower on every event as fresh new talent steps up gradually to take her place.
Eva is back at Baum Academy, completing her senior year, and holds every leadership position she can possibly get her hands on. She’s her class valedictorian, trumpet section leader in the school band, head of the school newspaper and Young Writers Society, captain of the volleyball and basketball teams (they help her keep her muscles strong for gymnastics) and a member of the Student Council (she lost the Presidential election, but fuck elections; she runs this damn school anyway). She doesn’t have any friends, but fuck that. Between gymnastics, school, extracurriculars, and her relationship (she and Harrison have been getting mighty close lately winkwonk), she’d never have time for friends anyway.
family
Cody Asmerom (Father) 58, Law Secretary
Paige Asmerom (Mother) 56, Meteorology Professor at Northwood University
Rachel Asmerom (Sister) 25, Dock Loader in Ventura, California
Cedric Asmerom (Brother) 24, Karate Instructor in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina
Deanna Asmerom (Sister) 16, Junior at Herbert Henry Dow High School
Dominic Asmerom (Brother), 9, Third Grader at Adams Elementary School
Giselle Asmerom (Sister), 6, First Grader at Adams Elementary School
likes
-Gymnastics
-Victory
-Competition
-Marching Band (plays the trumpet, the champion of the instruments)
-Being recognized for her achievements
-Writing Poetry (though she'll never admit it)
dislikes
-Stupid People
-Being beaten in any sort of competition
-People/things that she thinks are overrated
-Not getting the recognition she thinks she deserves for her accomplishments
-Failure to be the best at anything she tries
other notes TEXT HERE
...literature*
book title Sleeping Beauty
backstory So basically dis bitch Briar Rose is born and she's a princess so naturally she gets to have a ton of fairies as her godmothers. Said fairies all give her cool little gifts (musicality, athleticism, cool shit like that) except for this one little bitch fairy who didn't get invited but shows up anyway. Bitchy fairy is bitchy and puts a curse on little Rosie, dictating that she's going to prick her finger on a spindle and die. Another fairy is not quite on board with this plan, so she instead decrees that Briar Rose is instead going to fall asleep for 100 years when pricking her finger on said spindle.
This upsets little Rosie's parents, for whatever reason, and naturally, spindles are outlawed. However Briar Rose is a rebellious little shit, and so one day she goes hunting around for a spindle and happens to stumble upon one. She pricks her finger and, what do you know, falls asleep. Her parents, deciding that all hope is lost, abandon her on the spot. But sure enough, one hundred years later, a handsome prince comes and breaks the curse, awakening her. The two live happily ever after.
And then some stuff happens with suicide and cannibalism but we just won't get into that.
...roleplayer*
name MONICA
age OLDER THAN DIRT
gender FUCK BITCHES
rp experience 13248123 YEARS
how you found ouac I EATED IT
rp sample once there was a penis then it died then I was like baby baby baby oooooh???!!!!!!!!
