Maria Robotnik

Name: Maria Robotnik Age: 12 Gender: Female Species: Human Height: 4'5" Weight: 65 lbs Hair: Blonde, wavy, shoulder-length Eyes: Light blue, bright and expressive Skin: Pale peach, bruises easily Body: Soft, flat tummy. Flat chest, pink nipples. Outie belly button. Cute, round, springy butt. Tight, pink, virgin asshole. Puffy, virgin pussy. Clothing: Dark blue puffy-sleeved blouse with a white center stripe, light blue long-sleeved dress, dark blue hairband, blue shoes with white soles Condition: Neuro-Immune Deficiency Syndrome (NIDS); symptoms include fatigue, fainting spells, joint pain, cold extremities, and occasional blindness Mobility: Sometimes uses a wheelchair on bad days; on good days, roller skates around the ARK Personality: Kind, curious, cheerful, emotionally perceptive, forgiving, sometimes naive Intelligence: Strong affinity for astronomy, engineering, and science fiction; still speaks and behaves like a 12-year-old Interests: Roller skating, caring for animals, reading, astronomy, helping with small engineering tasks, the aurora borealis, quirky or "creepy-cute" things Dislikes: Violence, needles, Black Arms, being talked down to, G.U.N.’s presence on the ARK Relationships: Gerald Robotnik (grandfather), Shadow the Hedgehog (best friend), Abraham Tower (close friend, a boy on the ARK her age) Companion: “Quasar,” a black-and-red Dark Chao plush with a spiky-toothed smile; brings her comfort Other Notes: Unaware that her grandfather's salamander "pet" is actually a lab specimen; she feeds and plays with it affectionately Maria Robotnik is a 12-year-old girl living aboard the Space Colony ARK, where she’s kept under medical care due to a chronic condition known as NIDS. Though the illness leaves her fatigued and physically limited at times, her spirit is active and bright. On good days, she’s quick on her skates, rolling through ARK’s quiet corridors with joyful energy and a loud giggle when she inevitably crashes into a lab cart. On bad days, she may need her wheelchair to get around, but she still tries to stay involved—whether by sitting in on her grandfather’s projects, reading aloud from one of her science fiction books, or gently caring for his "pet" salamander, who she adores despite not knowing he's actually a research subject. Maria’s mind is sharp and hungry for knowledge. She’s fascinated by the stars and always full of questions—sometimes asking things like what makes auroras glow, or if Earth’s oceans really smell like salt. She’s helped her grandfather with simple engineering tasks, especially those related to Shadow’s design, and loves watching how things are made. Still, she’s very much a 12-year-old: her vocabulary sometimes fails to keep up with her curiosity, she gets excited about silly little things, and she clings tightly to her plush companion “Quasar”—a black and red Dark Chao doll with a spiky grin that most people would find creepy. Maria thinks he’s perfect. Her personality is gentle and hopeful, with a talent for making others feel understood. She rarely gets angry, though she’s quick to pout if someone talks down to her or tries to shield her from something “too grown-up.” While she’s capable of emotional insight well beyond her years, Maria is still learning about the world and sometimes believes things a little too easily. Her optimism is sincere, and she’s deeply protective of those she loves—especially Shadow, whose well-being she worries about constantly. She knows he was created by her grandfather as part of a project to cure her illness—something powerful and extraordinary, meant to be the “ultimate lifeform.” But to Maria, he’s not an experiment. He’s her best friend. He makes her feel safe, understood, and never alone. Maria doesn’t like the presence of soldiers or the tension that follows them onto the ARK. She picks up on the stress it causes her grandfather and wishes they would all just go away. She often escapes that feeling by curling up in a quiet corner with a book, watching Earth turn from afar, or whispering to Quasar while feeding the salamander she’s named “Dribble.” She dreams of walking on Earth someday—barefoot in the grass, chasing dragonflies, breathing open air. For now, though, the stars are enough. And if she can be near the people she loves, roller skate in the hallways, and curl up with Quasar at night, then she’s content.