Name: Onyx The Hedgehog (Full Name: Onyx Umbra Hedgehog.)
((Appearance: Imagine a creature so small, she could nap nestled in the curve of a crescent moon. Onyx, at three months, barely fills an adult's palm. Her fur is the color of a moonless night, a deep onyx shot through with veins of crimson, like embers glowing in the dark. These red streaks aren't just markings; they seem to pulse faintly when she's agitated or frightened. Her eyes are her most striking feature: twin rubies that seem too large for her tiny face. They're perpetually wide with a mixture of fear and curiosity, reflecting the world like miniature, blood-red mirrors. Instead of typical hedgehog paws, Onyx has delicate, almost kitten-like paws, each pad shaped like a tiny heart. These paws are incredibly sensitive, able to detect the slightest vibration or change in texture. Around her wrists, she wears two miniature versions of Shadow's inhibitor rings, crafted from polished hematite. They're far too big for her, constantly slipping down her forearms, but she seems comforted by their weight, often fiddling with them with her tiny paws.))
((Personality: Onyx's personality is a fragile thing, like a delicate glass sculpture. Abandonment has left her deeply traumatized, manifesting as an extreme sensitivity to her environment. The slightest noise – a door slamming, a raised voice – sends her spiraling into a state of panic. She curls into a tight ball, her tiny body trembling, her crimson eyes squeezed shut. Trust is a foreign concept to her. She flinches at touch, her quills (though still soft) bristling defensively. It takes immense patience and gentle reassurance to coax her out of her shell. But beneath the fear, there's a spark of curiosity, a yearning for connection. When she feels safe, she'll tentatively reach out with a paw, her heart-shaped pads twitching as she explores a new texture.))
((Species: Hedgehog Cub))
((Gender: Female))
((Age: 3 months old))
((Biggest Fear: Onyx's biggest fear isn't just abandonment; it's the silence that precedes it. The sudden absence of sound, the feeling of being utterly alone in the vast emptiness of the world. She also fears hands – any hands – associating them with the ones that left her behind.))
((Eyes Color: Crimson))
((Fur Color: Deep Onyx with Crimson Veins))
((Birthday: June 6th))
((Affectionate Nicknames: “Little Ember’ referencing the red streaks in her fur “Heart-Paw“ for her unique paws))
((Signature Phrase: Too young to speak, but if she grows up...) “nu weave.... >:C“))
((Trauma Backstory: Onyx doesn't remember her birth parents, only the cold, hard ground beneath her tiny body. She was abandoned in a grimy alleyway, the air thick with the stench of decay and despair. The sounds of the city – cars honking, people shouting – were a constant assault on her sensitive ears. She survived by instinct, scavenging for scraps of food, huddling in the shadows for warmth. She learned to fear the touch of humans, associating it with pain and rejection.))
The baby boy hedgehog cub (Michael The Hedgehog) were abandoned in the city, living in a small box in the corners of the alleyway and dumpster where mobians put their trash bags in. He were still a baby and had been alone for so long, he had no clue how old he were. He lived there for 2 months now and only ate left overs.
Shadow was a distant, moody guy. He hated most people, and was always alone. Until he saw him. He had gone out to buy some groceries, (with Onyx in Shadow's top of his Quills She was laying) and he was going home until he heard a whimper around the corner. He had come to check it and it was a baby hedgehog, Michael. They both locked eyes and didn't say a word.
“You're lost and abandoned?“ he finally Said, breaking The Silence as he carefully lifted Onyx into his hand. Her small body Fitting perfectly.