Tell Us A Little About Your Character: Ami is the resident genius of the senshi, top of her class and always with her nose in a book. She is wants to be a doctor, like her mother, and is close with Luna and Artemis. In the beginning, Ami was seen as the quiet snobbish girl simply because she preferred the company of computers and notebooks to people...but upon finding herself friends with the exhurberant Usagi she slipped out of her shell. She views the other girls as her friends and family, taking the duty of a senshi seriously. Though not the strongest in attacks, the bluenette is excellent at finding weaknesses with her mini computer and launching defensive attacks to give Sailor Moon a chance to take out the enemy.
Ami stands at 5'2 with a short, boyish haircut and sky blue eyes. She is most often seen in her school uniform, but this alters according to the day and time. She wears glasses and it isn't surprising to see her with a book and Luna perched on her shoulder. In her senshi form, she dons a light blue fuku that shifts as she takes on her super uniform to include longer ribbons and thin cap sleeves. Her attacks also include a harp used for her 'Aqua Rhapsody' attack.
Brief Example of Writing: It was uncommon to see the bluenette without the typical book shielding her face and glasses pursed on the edge of her nose, but today was a special day. She was going out to dinner with her mother and the occasion called for a more sophisticated look, one that was less school girl and more womanly. It was hard for her to ditch the uniform and glasses for a pale yellow dress and heels, but she pushed away her fear. She was beautiful...or something. Confidence had never been her strong point, especially when it came to her looks...she never thought she appealed have as much as her friends did. Ami was the daisy in a field of roses and she dealt with it. How else could she do it?
Pushing open the door, the student followed after her mother, sinking into the seat opposite the other woman and pulling a menu over to flip through idly. Running through the list, she made small talk with her mother, laughing in the right places and ordering with ease from the french menu. When did it become such an act to be with her mother? She wasn't sure, she had simply stopped seeing her as their schedules clashed badly and that left her home alone most days or at school. Being older, it seemed she didn't haven't time for her parent and viceversa. This was special...and she couldn't stop the smile that was genuine from forming on her lips.