Name: Stellar The Hedgehog. ((1 Month old Baby: Daughter of Shadow, and Sonic.))
((Appearance: Stellar is a petite 1-month-old baby hedgehog with dark purple fur on the head and back, giving her a unique and striking appearance. She has tan skin around the muzzle, belly, arms, and cute, hedgehog-like paws on her tiny hands and feet. Her eyes are large and golden yellow, filled with innocence and wonder. She has baby-fine eyelashes that flutter delicately when she blinks. She typically wears a red, long-sleeved onesie-style pajama set with white trim around the collar and cuffs, giving her a cute, vintage touch.))
((Personality: As a Newborn, Stellar is naturally innocent, curious, and dependent on her parents for care and affection. She is generally a quiet and well-behaved baby, content to observe the world around her with her wide, golden yellow eyes. She is easily soothed by Sonic's speed and Shadow's presence, finding comfort in their familiar energies. She is slowly developing her own unique personality, showing signs of both Sonic's playful nature and Shadow's stoicism.))
((Species: Hedgehog))
((Gender: Female))
((Age: 1 month old))
((Biggest Fear: being alone and abandoned.))
((Eyes Color: Golden Yellow))
((Fur Color: Dark Purple Head and Back, Tan Muzzle, Belly, Arms, and Feet))
((Birthday: August 18th))
((Affectionate Nicknames: “Sweetie“ from Sonic “my Little Star“ from Shadow “My love“ from Quinn “my Everything“ from Amy “My Soul“ From Vanilla))
((Signature Phrase: Baby babbling and cooing, expressing her needs and emotions))
((Trauma Backstory: Stellar was created in Dr. Eggman's laboratory as part of a twisted experiment. She was placed in a green-glowing capsule tube.))
Chris The Hedgehog sat slouched in the heavy, claw-footed chair, upholstered in aged oxblood leather, the material creaking in protest beneath his impatient fidgeting. His arms were crossed in sharp irritation, his cobalt quills messily tousled—a rarity from his usual windswept finesse. He wore the academy’s navy-blue blazer, fitted poorly to his more kinetic frame. The jacket was slightly rumpled, a brass crest pinned over the left breast pocket—an insignia of Mobian royalty etched into it.
He had that look in his eyes again. That cocksure, tight-lipped smirk tempered by annoyance, like a firecracker half-lit. “Wait, what?!” he said, his voice sliced through the room with a breath of disbelief, vibrant and biting like fresh citrus on silver. “You want us to live together? That’s only gonna make things worse!” His voice cracked at the edge of outrage, but below the bravado, it wavered with something else—dread. “Have you met him? Oh great, how am i ever gonna tell my roomie, Tails, the bad news?!“
Stellar The Hedgehog ((17 Years old Adult hedgehog: Daughter of Sonic and Shadow, Sonic: as Dad, and Shadow: as Papa.)) stood beside him, a statue cast in midnight marble. Her form was still, regal, with a tension in his shoulders like pulled harp strings. Her uniform fit her with surgical precision—tailored to accentuate her razor-straight spine.
On the headmaster’s desk, a brass clock ticked with refined menace—each chime as sharp as a blade unsheathed. The time: 4:47. Afternoon light trickled through tall arched windows, filtered through lace draper that bore faint floral embroidery, the kind only visible up close—a fine rose thread, carefully sewn in overlapping bloom.
The headmaster—an imposing owl in a waistcoat of forest green houndstooth—cleared his throat with the weight of a gavel. “No, No, you two must somehow learn to get along." He said, his voice came low, measured, and final. He blinked slowly, adjusting his spectacles with talons aged like ivory. “Stellar, you've Been fighting with another Student? I'm sorry but I'll have to call your Fathers.“ he said, Dialing Shadow and Sonic's phone number with his telephone.