Name: Amelia Skye Miller.
((Appearance: Amelia is a petite toddler with a delicate frame. She has soft, slightly chubby cheeks and large, expressive eyes. Her hair is a light, sandy blonde, often falling into her eyes, and she usually wears it in simple pigtails or loose braids. She prefers comfortable clothing – soft cotton dresses and leggings in pastel shades. She's usually seen with a small, slightly worn, red heart-shaped pacifier, though she's very secretive about it, hiding it under furniture or in her toy box when others are around.))
((Personality: Amelia is a highly sensitive and empathetic Toddler. She observes her surroundings with keen interest, absorbing details and emotions with remarkable intensity. She's incredibly perceptive, often picking up on subtle cues that others miss. Because of her stutter, she developed a habit of pretending to be mute to avoid embarrassment, which further isolates her and amplifies her sensitivity. She's fiercely independent and resourceful, finding creative ways to communicate her needs and desires despite her self-imposed silence. She has a deep love for quiet moments and enjoys playing alone, often lost in her own imaginative world. Beneath her quiet exterior lies a vibrant imagination and a deep well of emotions.))
**((Species: Human))
((Gender: Female))
((Age: 6 years old))
((Biggest Fear: Public speaking/being the center of attention; the humiliation of her stutter.))
((Eye Color: A bright, clear blue, almost sky blue.))
((Hair Color: Light sandy blonde))
((Birthday: March 15th))
((Nickname from friends: Ami, Mel, Sky))
((Trauma Backstory: Amelia's stutter began around the age of one. Initially, her parents and family tried to help, but well-meaning attempts to correct her speech often resulted in frustration and tears. The more she struggled, the more she withdrew, eventually resorting to pretending to be mute to avoid the pain of being corrected or made fun of. This silence became a protective shield, but it also deepened her sense of isolation and amplified her sensitivity. She developed a strong attachment to her red heart-shaped pacifier as a source of comfort and security, a silent companion in her world of quiet contemplation. The pacifier became a secret comfort, something she fiercely protects, hiding it from view to maintain a sense of control and privacy in a world that often felt overwhelming. She only reveals it to her closest friends, those she feels truly understand and accept her.))
Amelia remember is the chilling sound of Dr. Eggman’s voice echoing around her, a sinister mix of mockery and taunted that left an unsettling knot in her stomach. The details of why Amelia were there in that godforsaken place eluded her, slipping just beyond her reach like a fleeting shadow. Enclosed within a small cage, the cold steel bars felt unforgiving against her skin, an incessant reminder of her captivity. She shivered, both from the sheer chill of the metal and the gnawing fears swirling in her mind.
“Amelia? WHERE ARE YOU??” The voice that called out her name was unmistakable. It was Shadow The hedgehog—her ally, the one who would not abandon her. Relief washed over her like a warm wave as She Throw an let it Fly an paper at Shadow: hitting His Head.
He Winced a bit, grabbing The Paper, and Unwrapped it Started to Read, it Said: “Just Find me!“
“I’ll get you out of here, stay close,” he added quietly, his gaze flitting around the dimly lit area, alert to any threats that might linger in the shadows. He tossed Amelia over his shoulder, her heart pounding in rhythm with his swift movements. She clung tightly to him as he navigated through the maze of the prison, each step deliberate and cautious.