#shermer.intro

[hellyeahspiritfingers]

See, I'm a hardcore gymnast. No way jumping up and down yelling "Go Team Go!" is gonna satisfy me.

ALIAS/PRONOUNS: Sky [they/them]

AGE: 23

TIMEZONE: EST

FC: Sofia Carson

FULL NAME: Melissa Pantone

BIRTHDAY/AGE:  December 30th (25)

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual (gasp!)

PERSONALITY: ISTJ-A aka “The Logistician”

TRAITS[+]: HARDWORKING, HUMOROUS, HONEST, PERFECTIONIST

TRAITS[-]: ABRASIVE, OUTSPOKEN, SARCASTIC, IMPATIENT

BIOGRAPHY:

(subject to change if Cliff is ever applied for)

Melissa Pantone was born in the back of a beat up minivan on the side of the road in the middle of the desert a couple of minutes before her brother. Totally not what you’d expect of someone with CEO parents. Well, they hadn’t started out as CEOs. Before the business meetings and briefcases, Missy’s parents were, believe it or not, rockstars. Their band never really went anywhere and as soon as the hippie days were over and definitely not keeping a roof over their heads, the Mr. and Mrs. put their heads together and did what they had to do to provide for their family.

Providing was more like making sure no one died under their watch but Missy couldn’t complain. In fact, she was a fan of the anti-poverty thing her family had going on. In order to keep the kids busy and let’s be real, an eye on them, the Pantone children were forced into gymnastics. From classes to camps, it wasn’t a bad gig. Missy couldn’t speak for her brother but she ended up falling in love with the sport. It kept her from thinking about stupid things and she found a second family during it.

Transferring to Shermer for her senior year was probably the worst thing to happen to Missy in all honesty. Only having her brother by her side and absolutely NO local gymnastics team to join, she was forced to become a…ugh, cheerleader. It was extremely embarrassing and she caught hell for it from everyone and their mothers. Try as she might treat it like a big joke, Missy ended up not totally hating being a cheer leader. She had to give it to the air-heads. It was nothing at all like the cold, harsh world of hardcore gymnastics, but it wasn’t like they weren’t kicking ass at what they did. Even if Missy had a special spirit finger specifically for the “sport” and the bitches–female or male that participated in it, she admired it.

After high school and college (that thankfully had a for real sports program), Missy decided she could help whip those dedicated and hopeful enough to become Olympic medalists. So what if she didn’t have any medals under her belt? She could still flip circles around anyone that dared to step to her.

WANTED CONNECTIONS [SUBJECT TO CHANGE]:

trainee - as an Olympic trainer, Missy’s gonna need someone to train. That’s kind of the whole point.

best friend - someone that can take a joke and won’t get offended by Missy being...Missy

headbutter - Missy can’t stand this person. She calls them out on their bullshit all the time and lives for it.