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Amira Nelson

"Life is like a swimming pool. You dive into the water but you can't see how deep it really is."

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a character in “A Man-Made Love”, as played by Tinkers

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filertextLIFE IS LIKE A SWIMMING POOL. YOU DIVE INTO THE WATER ;
BUT YOU CAN'T SEE HOW DEEP IT REALLY IS.

LOLโ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ” โ—Š โ—Š โ—Š
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      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ NAMEโ‹ฎ XX AMIRA NELSON
      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ ALIASโ‹ฎ XX LITTLE MERMAID
      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ AGEโ‹ฎ XX SEVENTEEN
      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ ROLEโ‹ฎ XX ROBOTICA
      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ GENDERโ‹ฎ XX FEMALE

      ๏น™ โ™” ๏นš


      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ EYE COLORโ‹ฎ XX BLUE
      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ HAIR COLORโ‹ฎ XX IRIS PURPLE
      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ HEIGHTโ‹ฎ XX 4'11"
      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ WEIGHTโ‹ฎ XX 100 lbs


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๏ผฐ๏ผฅ๏ผฒ๏ผณ๏ผฏ๏ผฎ๏ผก๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผด๏ผน โœ



Amira craves attention and the limelight. She relies on the opinions of others to dictate her self worth particularly her creator as her assigned love interest. Being this way, also makes her very attentive of her physical appearance wanting to look her best at all times. Flattery will get you almost anywhere.

She is very feminine, gentle and graceful. In her every movement she is aware of her surroundings and cautious not to make a mistake. Amira has been programmed to be far from a clutz to avoid damage to both things, other beings and herself. This works to her advantage of gathering attention as she is more dainty than the average highschool girl.

What Amira is better known for is her love of the water. Swimming is her passion in life and where she truly shines. She pours her heart out in every stroke and when she is sad, it is her place of comfort and relaxation. Places like the spa, swimming pool and the ocean are the absolute best places for her. Amira doesn't care if her skin gets wrinkly from being in the water too long -the only time where her appearance doesn't matter so much.

Little does she know as a Robotica, she is plunging head first into the deep end. It is always a question of how much her robot form can endure.


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xx โ˜†๏น—๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผซ๏ผฅ๏ผณ
โœ“ Water
Being a passionate swimmer, any chance to dip her feet in water is a treat.
โœ“ Massages
Receiving a massage makes her feel comfortable and forget her worries instantly.
โœ“ Parties
A chance to socialize, make friends and get attention.
โœ“ Cats
Her favorite of the animal kingdom are cats ever since a stray brushed against her leg.
โœ“ Heels
Especially the attention she gets when she walks in them.


xx โ˜…๏น—๏ผค๏ผฉ๏ผณ๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผซ๏ผฅ๏ผณ
โœ— Criticism
She believes it is better to say nothing at all than to say something mean.
โœ— Competition
Amira likes swimming but she hates the pressure competition can stir. Competitions put more pressure on her to perform to receive the most attention.
โœ— Tattoos / Being written on
While she doesn't mind how they look on others, it is not something she wants for herself.
โœ— Screaming
Associated closely with criticism.
โœ— Gummy babies
She finds it weird how people manage to eat lollies in the shape of babies. It looks cannibalistic.

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`โ—‡ GOOD POSTURE ; Amira automatically has good posture. She is never slouched or presenting herself in a casual teenage way.

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`โ—‡ SWIMMER ; Amira is an impressive swimmer earning her the nickname 'little mermaid' at school. She enjoys the water both as a leisure activity and as a sport.
`โ—‡ ENERGY ; Amira never feels tired and has to be told to go to bed or she will forget. She doesn't know that this is due to being a robot.
`โ—‡ SOCIAL ; Amira is good with people making friends wherever she goes. It is rare that anyone will dislike her as she can accommodate anybody. It is probably because she values fitting in so much.


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`โ—‡ NO SENSE OF DIRECTION ; Been there once, twice or all her life and Amira still won't remember the way. She gets lost fairly easily. At the very least, she is able to read a map!
`โ—‡ SENSITIVE ; Amira takes every bit of criticism to heart. She gets teary-eyed serving as a warning before bawling if the criticism continues.
`โ—‡ DREAMER ; Amira aims high but is unrealistic in her goals much like a child stumbling through life. She believes anything is possible with the right mindset.


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`โ—‡ TATTOOS ; She is not against others having tattoos but the thought of her getting one personally, she finds terrifying. She also doesn't like being written on. Something about having an unusual mark on her body makes her feel scared and vulnerable.
`โ—‡ SCREAMING ; As she doesn't like criticism, is it not surprising that she does not like screaming either. Most cases of screaming are not positive.
`โ—‡ HEARTBREAK ; Amira being dependent on pleasing others and receiving attention, also fears being abandoned or rejected. It is her ultimate nightmare for her creator to dislike her or cast her aside.


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As far as Amiraโ€™s programmed backstory goes, she was raised as a single child by a high-class family who barely had time for her due to work obligations. She was taught to behave like a noble lady should but dreaded the rigorous program, dreaming of something more beyond the rose gardens.

She attended a private school and although she received a lot of attention, her classmates were too afraid to approach her. They were intimidated by the possibility of offending her with her sensitive nature and then, creating conflict with her family.

One day, several suitors were organised to meet her for the first time and she was told sheโ€™d have to marry one. Being afraid of having to make a huge decision without living life the way she wanted to, she ran away. Amira boldly joined a student exchange program last minute when one of the other students had to cancel. It made her leaving feel more appropriate. Her parents were notified of her departure by the time Amira had already left. They have not contacted her since their last argument over the phone as they know it is useless to talk sense into her.

Currently studying at Cypress, Amira is thrilled to find somewhere she belongs and going through a journey of self-discovery. She has made many new friends and even fallen in love.

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FACE CLAIM ; Chisaki Hiradaira
HEX CODE ; #2C35B6
PLAYED BY ; Tinkers
CREATED BY ; VERIX

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Amira Nelson's Story

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"Ender, you have to help me!" The distress in his voice was clearly evident as he turned on the fan in his work laboratory. The room was half the size of his father's but it was his own space and his family acknowledged that. It was a luxury that was financed by his parents money and their desire to see their son excel as much as them. Little did they know that that same son had used his talents to make himself none other than a robotic prom date. Who was currently short-circuiting on the floor of his laboratory. Fuck. "There is smoke coming out of her ears; and I mean this literally!"

His friend didn't even sound the least bit fazed when he responded. At least he managed to calm the frazzled teenager into a more logical state of mind. "Shoot, why didn't I think of that? Thanks." Tomohisa leaned over to his desk computer and accessed the Robotica blueprints, making his modified BB-8 droid run a projection on the wall directly in front of his Robotica. He stopped dead in his tracks as he realized what he'd have to do in order to access the central compartment.

"I have to open her up in the chest area?" You could practically hear the blush in his voice. "She's a pure maiden! It was different before since they didn't have faces yet. Now they do and -" Ender cut him off before the brunette could complain any further, brutally taking the heat out of his engine, so to speak. "Harsh as always. Fine, I got it. Get home soon and warm up!" With that, he pressed a button on his watch, ending the call so they could both focus on the task at hand.

Golden eyes looked to the blueprint, then to the girl, then to the curtained glass walls of the hallway. She isn't human, she's just a robot. She isn't human, just a robot... It was a mantra he silently repeated to himself over the next few hours as he got over his initial embarrassment and set to work.

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After making sure he stored away the project files, Tomohisa lifted the dead weight of Amira up the stairs, thanking his lucky stars that his father was at work for the night and that the opposite laboratory was empty of the man of the house. The carpeted floor made no noise as he dragged her to the living room, setting her slight form so that it would appear she'd simply fallen asleep on the couch.

Her classically beautiful features almost looked out of place in the modern design of his house, with its glass windows and sleek interior. He almost forgot the time, getting a jolt out of his reverie as his BB-8 droid blared an alarm to remind him of the task at hand.

For all the trouble they'd gone through to create the humanoids, turning them on was as simple as pressing a button accessible only to each one of them. His gold eyes darted towards her still form, his hands fiddling the droid in an effort to hide his nervousness.

When Amira finally opened her eyes and met his gaze, his usual enthusiasm was gone and in its place was a tension he was unaccustomed to. "Morning to you? You seemed really tired so I just let you sleep it off."


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"I just want to lead my own life.. why can't you understand?" Amira's scripted history was running in flashes before her awakening. Pieces of the script were being knit together to form a backstory that could fool a robot as being human up to the present; the only time where she would have any control. It was at this particular moment while her body was being lifted, that she recalled her last conversation with her parents over the phone that was fresh from yesterday. A yesterday that never transpired in reality.

"Amira, you're being selfish. You can lead your own life once you've settled down. You haven't thought this through. Your father and I only want the best for you." Her mother was very insistent that Amira return home and choose a suitor but the young girl was firm in her decision. Going home meant giving up on being her own person and ending up exactly like her father; a man who appeared to be anything but happy and forcing himself to live a life that was chosen for him since the day he was born. Amira wanted nothing more than her parents' approval but the very idea of marriage had frightened her. Attending a private girls' school, she had not even spoken to a boy before! The fear drove her to desperate measures, signing up for an exchange student program to escape somewhere her parents couldn't reach.

Amira's body in the real world was being placed on the sofa but her memory continued to build. She shook her head, despite her gesture not able to be seen through the phone. "Are you mad because I ran away or because I won't do what you tell me to for the first time in my entire life?" There was a trace of anger in her tone but at the same time, sadness. Amira still loved them but it was time to put herself first. Instead of receiving an answer, the line went silent for a few seconds. Her mother was at a loss of words. "Mother?" Amira wanted nothing more than for her parents to understand but she was smart enough to know it was a very unlikely outcome. "Don't come crying back home!" Her mother had hung up with nothing more to say but Amira continued to hold the phone against an ear. Her wishful thinking kept her hopeful they would call back but tears were already flowing down her cheeks aware they would not. She had been abandoned.

The memory ended there at the push of a button. Amira's eyes slowly opened with drowsiness; a feeling she was unaccustomed to. On any other day she was an energetic spirit but the memories she held, allowed room to assume that she was not at her best and everything was anything but normal. In front of her she was presented with her newest acquaintance, a male brunette by the name of Tomohisa Akehoshi. He was to be her classmate and host family during her stay. At first, she was very nervous to discover that she would be spending time with a boy but he didn't frighten her at all. Instead, he made her curious.

His golden eyes caught her attention and for a brief moment, she was hypnotized by them. "Oh, morning.. really?" Her words were mumbled slowly, unable to break away from his gaze. An observer would think she was having a staring contest with him. "Your eyes are like sunshine, Tomohisa.. so pretty." She spoke with honesty, continuing to stare blankly at him before her lips formed a frown. Amira did not think she had made the greatest first impression by falling asleep first thing at her host's house. She was also starting to become nervous about her appearance, fidgeting with the tie that held her ponytail together. Being asleep did have a natural way of messing up a girl's hair. "I'm sorry for falling asleep.. I-I'm not usually this tired. It's all so strange to me..." Her eyes scanned the modern house that differed plenty from her old home.

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It was barely a minute into her existence and she was already making him blush. Flustered, he turned his back to her, putting down the BB-8 unit and taking his phone from his pocket. "Eh.. I don't think really think they're all that special." He wasn't just being modest; considering Tomo had never been one for appearances. He'd never really taken note of what was so special about how he looked.

Lying made him nervous, so he pretended to fiddle with his phone as he answered her. That way he could hide any telltale signs that he was pretty sure he had. "Well, it's understandable, given that you travelled." As if to agree, he himself yawned. "Pretty tired myself. I was working on project until you arrived, then I just fiddled with BB-8 here until you came to." Using a personal phone app, Tomohisa remotely turned up the lights to the living room and attached kitchen/dining area. Even though it had been a couple of years since his father programmed the app, the brunette still got a kick out of using it. "I'll give you a quick house tour since it's on the way to your new room. Already dragged your things there, so don't worry.

The tour proved to be quick; though the house was spacious, it didn't have many rooms and the layout was fairly simple. He felt a twinge of nervousness as he pointed towards the stairs that led to his and his father's lab, but Amira shouldn't remember anything about it. Finally, they climbed a set of staircases that led to the 'private quarters', as his family called it. They referred to the living + dining + kitchen as the common area. As one might guess, the laboratories was the workspace. His family enjoyed compartmentalizing and it showed even in the design of their house.

"And here are the rooms. The double doors at the end are parents', while last door to the right is mine. It's labelled with my name in Japanese. " He paused in front of a door next to his, letting her go ahead and open the door to it. "This one's yours."

"The light switch is here," his hand went to them as he said that, making the room's interior visible. "You'll find the same set of switches on your bedside for convenience." One of the room's walls was completely glass, a practically invisible window to the outside world. "The other door's the bathroom with a small dressing area, so you can put your clothes in the closet there." Her things sat on the bed, and there was a single computer on the desk free for her to use. There was a noticeable absence of a television, but instead there were shelves filled with books and small souvenirs from foreign countries.

"I put your luggage beside the bed, just unpack when you're better oriented." Tomohisa already had them stationed there since early on in the day. He'd considerably calmed down from earlier, used to explaining how their house worked to guests. A relaxed smile had formed on his face while he leaned against the door frame. "The two knobs adjust the curtains and skylight, but you can figure that out when we're both not dead on our feet. That's pretty much it."

BB-8 rolled into the room, almost as if inspecting it, then returned to stay still at the brunette's feet. "Class is tomorrow, so for both our sakes we should get some sleep. Good night; need anything just knock."




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Dismissal time...

Alessa stretched her arms as soon as their last class ended. Overall, it was a rather smooth lesson though it could get pretty stressful for those who aren't as interested in the subject matter. She stood up and scanned the room, noticing that most of the people around have started to pack up and leave. The remaining ones tend to form packs of their own, chatting about nothing of particular interest, at least to her.

For a short while since her transfer, Alessa was the class' "shiny, new toy" and the topic of countless whispers and murmurings among the old timers at Cypress. No, it wasn't just her. As far as she recalls, two more names had been brought up at some point. One might expect the excitement to die down as time passed yet, somehow, people tend to notice things concerning foreigners better than they do the things around them. Just as she had started getting used to the place, talks about her and the boy Ender arose, where the general consensus regarding their relationship was viewed as "romantic". Nevertheless, the rumors that spread didn't seem to affect her negatively and she was able to go on her days without much interruption. It seems the people were more amiable than she initially though.

"As Ender said, the people here are "manageable"." Alessa quietly murmurs to herself.

"People like talking about the quiet ones; those who do not blurt out what's on their mind most of the time. Maybe they just find it alluring this, small scale mysteries lurking in their classrooms. More than mere curiosity, there is a romantic notion attached to it. No wonder why people want to see behind others' masks." Alessa typically chalked the rumors up to this rationalization. Rumors only live on for 75 days. By then, people gradually lose interest and turns their sights on something new. People aren't stagnant, Alessa realized. They're not the type who ponders on the past for too long and loses sight for the future in the process.

"But then, what does that make me?" Alessa wonders as she strolled past her classmates down the long corridor. "Someone who's devoted entirely to the past?"

She has tried to get out and pay the ghetto where she grew up a visit but, as soon as she finds the time, something always turns up, making her miss her own appointment. Be it schoolwork, helping around the house, research--whatever it is, it almost feels like some kind of force is conspiring to prevent her from finding out. However, these things hadn't dampened her spirits one bit as she continued keeping an eye out for the next opportunity to "slip out". Out of sight. Out of mind. Out of the watchful eyes of the boy who took her in.

Ring! Ring!

Glancing down at her phone, Alessa read a notification regarding a meeting of the Gentlemen's Club AKA the club her "other half" belongs in. She sighed as she proceeded to walk out the main building. The club rooms are just a short walk away, taking only a couple of minutes of brisk walking.

"If it's their club, then why do I have to go as well? What kind of activity requires my presence there anyway?" Alessa hesitated to go. She'd rather be out searching for her old house than standing by aimlessly at school. Unfortunately, security is rather strict and to leave by herself would certainly give the guards cause for suspicion for as far as they know, she always leaves with Ender.

"If it's a matter of grave importance, then they should find me themselves. Otherwise, I don't see the point of attending." With that, she decides to skip and head to the library instead. It was much more quiet and, the window side seats on the top floors afforded her a nice view of the school. She could see that the more athletic clubs were starting to finish up as well. Paying them no further attention, Alessa merely sat down with some random book she picked up to kill the time, reckoning that if her presence is absolutely required, someone will be sent to find her.

"Hiding out at the library will just make this a wee bit more interesting; this little game of hide and seek."

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"Tomo-kun with me?" Amira wore a confused expression as her female classmates huddled around her outside the library entrance. The group of girls blocked the path while Amira carried a stack of heavy textbooks she was to return to the library on behalf of the teacher. Amira had offered to help but her journey had encountered many delays and this was another one. While she appreciated attention, she did not enjoy carrying heavy things for a long period of time. That did make her wish Tomo was with her if he would assist. "Yes, with you.. as in an 'item'. Are you?" One of the girls clarified and Amira shook her head. "No we are not an 'item' but he is a very good friend of mine and a nice person to live with!" she quickly felt the need to defend him. Amira had been a student at Cypress long enough to know that Tomohisa and his friends were not good at fitting in with the rest. She wanted to boost him and for others to see how cool he is. As she got defensive, heat rushed to her cheeks. Amira remembered her days staying with Tomohisa and she was growing to like him more and more. Maybe.. someday.

Her classmates began laughing. At what? Amira was not sure. She was just stating the truth or maybe the stack of books was not enough to hide her blush from her particularly nosey company. "Okay because if you were like.. a thing. It would just be soo funny. You two are nothing alike." Amira bit her lip discreetly before forcing a closed eyes smile. The comment stung more than it should have but she could not disagree. They were definitely different but... "Thank you for looking out for me but Tomo-kun has treated me well despite our differences... I also should be going now." she bowed her head as the crowd of girls split in two to let her through. Amira did like being popular but she did not enjoy the gossip and judgement she was receiving. She was worried it would affect Tomohisa too.

"Excuse me? I am returning these books for Mr Robinson." She said to the librarian before dropping the books on the table in a neat pile. The librarian simply nodded and Amira cheerfully replied, "Thank you very much!" She was about to leave the library but as she walked, she passed by a familiar girl she had not talked to before. Ohh she's a transfer student too isn't she? I should go talk to her! Amira did love being social and they had something in common. "Hi Alessandra! I'm Amira. We're in the same mathematics class." Amira had said as she leaned over the girl's shoulder while she was reading. "What are you reading? Is it for school or leisure?" she attempted to initiate conversation with a pleasant smile plastered on her face. She hoped that her fellow transfer student would be nice.

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"Hi Alessandra! I'm Amira. We're in the same mathematics class."

"Amira...Amira..." Looking up from her book, Alessandra caught sight of another girl, looking at her with oddly colored eyes. Odd as in pretty and odd as in strange. A short glance and Alessa could already recall certain physical characteristics in her mind. She was a little shorter but much more well-endowed, Alessa saw. And if one of them were to stand out more, it would probably this odd-eyes lady though Alessa did somehow stand out with her foreign aesthetic. But back on the topic of the name...

"Amira... Ah! Amira Nelson, I remember now." Alessa always found it weird how she manages to remember details she otherwise deems insignificant yet cannot count on it when she wants to. Things like the other person's appearance, name and even facets of their personality she somehow recalls well enough to make a whole diary entry, if she keeps one. She closes the book for a moment, as if to anticipate what this girl wants to say or talk about, if there is any.

"What are you reading? Is it for school or leisure?"

"Neither." Alessa's prompt reply came after as she stood up to put the book back in the shelf where she took it. "Never picked up a book on a whim, just to see what you might expect?" Alessa asks almost rhetorically, though not in a manner anyone could've found offensive. "But perfect timing, I was almost finding the afternoon dull to the point where mold would've surely crept upon this and envelop everything in it. Would you care for a story?" She pulled out the chair directly adjacent the one she had sat on a moment ago; a subtle invitation for the girl to come sit down. In the meantime, she sank back to her own seat and started on.

"The story is about a knight; a knight who was called the best upon the Holy Realm. Born from one of the greatest knights of old and a king's daughter, he succeeded against his father in every aspect, whether it be strength or arms, temperance, humility and other virtues. As such, it is no surprise when he is appointed by the Lord himself to undertake the greatest quest ever told in the Kingdom. The quest will have many dangers ahead and many will die upon its undertaking yet still, he went on."

Alessa went on to talk a little about the succeeding events though did not go into much detail lest she loses the other girl's interest and managed to reach the end after just a short narrative.

"He fought with several evils with the Lord guiding his path until he came to the quest's end. As prophesied, he managed to lift the desolation from the land forever and along with it, the curse that befall the land's guardians. All this, he did for the glory of God and Kingdom. Yet, now that the quest was over and his life complete, God himself took the life from his own body; which had now fulfilled its purpose.

Finishing up rather abruptly, Alessa decides to see if the girl had still been listening. "In the end, for all good things he had done, death still came to him from the hands from none other than his God, his Creator. Isn't it ironic how he lived his virtuous life only to be met with the all-engulfing black in the end?" Alessa chuckled a little, not minding if anyone else could've heard her.

"Do you think it just--" Alessa locked eyes with the other girl as she asked, making sure to keep her attention. "--that you suffer for a just cause only to be met with nothing at the end? That your life just fades away after that cause had been fulfilled? Do you think it's natural? Or ethical for that matter? All things lost, nothing gained aside from the completion of the cycle which is your life."

She gave the girl a slight smile as she said those last words, waiting attentively as to how she'll respond.