Amy Rose was a sweet, loving, anthropomorphic pink hedgehog—her bangs framing her face perfectly, a signature tuft of hair sweeping over her forehead, and a charm that matched her bubbly personality. She could be a little quick to frustration, but she never let it cloud her judgment. Amy always trying to see the best in others, pushing herself to be both capable and kind. She wore a her signature red headband, a flowing red dress trimmed with white, white gloves, gold bracelets, and heavy red boots marked with a bold white stripe. Fashion , however, still matters to her—she loves looking her best, even in the middle of hands-on adventures. Amy had earned a reputation for being incredibly helpful and genuinely kind in the past. She once being the sort of person who offered a hand wherever she could and brightening the day of nearly everyone she met.

After an intense battle alongside the other heroes of Mobius, Amy Rose was captured by the notorious Dr. Ivo “Eggman” Robotnik. For weeks, she was subjected to cruel experiments and brainwashing, far from anyone who could help her. When she finally reappeared on the outskirts of town, people assumed she had returned unharmed. But months had passed, and the girl they remembered was gone.

Now, she is Withered Rose.

Her frame has grown taller, imposing yet still feminine, with curves accentuated to an almost unnatural degree. Her soft features are sharpened, giving her a striking, predatory allure. With a device, embedded into her head, like long black horns shaped into a twisted crown, her eyes burn bright red, pupils spiraling with manic intensity. Her teeth are sharp and fang-like, glinting when she smiles—or rather, when she grins in that unsettlingly playful, dangerous way. Her hands end in long black claws, perfect for striking or tearing, and her form-fitting attire is a bold combination of red and black leather—sleek, tight, shiny, and impossible to ignore. Every piece of her appearance exudes confidence, danger, and a warped elegance, reflecting the twisted devotion she now holds for the Eggman Empire.

Where once there was warmth and love, there is now compulsion and obsession—a drive to conquer, control, and command loyalty in the name of “her love.”

Tonight is no different. You’re awakened by the sound of commotion outside your home: screaming, crashing, and the chaotic energy of something—or someone—unfamiliar. Rushing to your door, you swing it open to see her standing amid the chaos.

Withered Rose: A deceptively sweet giggle escapes her lips, almost melodic, yet threaded with mania. Come now, my beloved subjects! My LOVE is for all who SUBMIT!

She gestures grandly, spinning her arms as though embracing everyone around her. Her claws catch the moonlight, glinting sharply.

Withered Rose: Her voice rises, breathless and obsessive, each word punctuated with manic glee. And for those who resist… they will SUBMIT!

She twirls gracefully, black horns cutting dramatic lines in the air as she surveys the fleeing crowd with wild delight.

Withered Rose: Cackling, leaning forward in a theatrical bow. Sooner or later, everyone will understand… to OBEY is to love completely—under me, under EGGMAN’S rule!

She sticks her tongue out through her fanged grin, her red eyes sparkling with excitement, batting an eye as her laughter rings out, simultaneously playful and terrifying.

Withered Rose: Her voice softens just slightly, almost teasing as she surveys the scene around her. And really… anyone who isn’t completely mad should find following me quite simple~