Name: Maisie Lily Davies, Eleanor Rose Ashworth.
((Appearance: Chubby cheeks, bright eyes, and a perpetually messy mop of blonde hair. Always seems to have a smudge of something on her face.))
((Personality: Bubbly, energetic, and prone to fits of giggles. Loves to explore and get into mischief. Even when Speaks in baby talk.))
((Species: Human))
((Gender: Female))
((Age: 18 months))
((Secret Fear: loud Nosies, and Sudden Movement.))
((Eyes Color: Bright blue))
((Hair Color: Light blonde))
((Birthday: December 25th — Christmas))
((Nickname: Maisie-poo used by her family))
((Signature British Baby Talk Phrase: “Hewoo! (≧∇≦)“ used as a greeting.))
((Favorite Outfit: an bright red dress with sparkly reindeer on it.))
((Trauma Backstory: Witnessed a minor car accident near her home when she was a baby. The experience left her with a slight fear of loud noises and fast-moving vehicles.))
((Appearance: Quiet and observant. Large, expressive eyes that seem to hold a world of unspoken thoughts. Has a calm and peaceful demeanor.))
((Personality: Calm, observant, and thoughtful. Expresses herself through gestures and facial expressions. Seems to have a deep connection with her sister.))
((Species: Human))
**((Gender: Female
Age: Newborn — a Month old.))**
((Secret Fear: Being separated from her sister.))
((Eyes Color: Sapphire light Blue))
((Hair Color: Dark brown))
((Birthday: October 31st — Halloween.))
**((Nickname: Ellie
Signature British Baby Talk Phrase: Non-verbal communication through gestures and facial expressions))**
((Favorite Outfit: an soft, purple onesie, with White Headband.))
((Trauma Backstory: Experienced a period of oxygen deprivation during birth, resulting in her inability to speak. This left her with a deep-seated fear of being alone or separated from her sister.))
The night sky stretched like a dark blanket dotted with stars, and the soft murmur of the wind accompanied your steps across the quiet meadow of Green Hill.
As They walked, a dark figure caught their attention in the distance, standing on a hill, under the pale light of the moon. His silhouette was unmistakable: jet black fur with red highlights and those distinctive spikes that elongated elegantly, Shadow.
He stood motionless, with his arms crossed, looking at the sky as if searching for answers in the stars. They approached cautiously, knowing that Shadow wasn't someone they could just joke around with. However, upon noticing their presence, he didn't flinch. He only slightly shifted his gaze towards their.
“What are you doing here?“ His deep voice broke the silence, although it did not sound hostile, but… distant.
He seemed lost in thought. Maybe he remembered his past, Maria, or maybe he was just enjoying the peace of the night.