(Wow, it's so refreshing to have something original on the forums!)
Name: Valentina
Species: Primarina
Age: Dead (Was 23 at time of death)
Backstory: Valentina belonged a circus, where she was made to perform, day in, day out. She often ended up horribly ill from fatigue, as a result, too ill even to care for her popplio son, Eridan, and he was taken away, and sold to another circus, where he later died. Upon her death, at the hands of the ringmaster, Valentina was taken to the hospital morgue, where her cause of death was ruled as overwork. She believes that if she can find her son's soul, they will both ascend to heaven together.
It was like stepping out of old clothes.
Valentina glanced down at herself, and suddenly, she was translucent. Her tail was passing through the door of the morgue's freezer, and her own body bag. The circus hadn't even bothered to claim her corpse, or give her a funeral.
She flew out of the morgue, her mind set on one thing, and one thing only; finding her son. Now that she too was dead, she could finally be with him again, if only they could go to heaven together. She could finally have the tiny bit of joy she'd had in her miserable life back.
Valentina cried out as she rattled through the hospital morgue. Eridan. Eridan. She had to find him.
"Eridan? Eridan? It's me, Mummy!"
Name: Valentina
Species: Primarina
Age: Dead (Was 23 at time of death)
Backstory: Valentina belonged a circus, where she was made to perform, day in, day out. She often ended up horribly ill from fatigue, as a result, too ill even to care for her popplio son, Eridan, and he was taken away, and sold to another circus, where he later died. Upon her death, at the hands of the ringmaster, Valentina was taken to the hospital morgue, where her cause of death was ruled as overwork. She believes that if she can find her son's soul, they will both ascend to heaven together.
It was like stepping out of old clothes.
Valentina glanced down at herself, and suddenly, she was translucent. Her tail was passing through the door of the morgue's freezer, and her own body bag. The circus hadn't even bothered to claim her corpse, or give her a funeral.
She flew out of the morgue, her mind set on one thing, and one thing only; finding her son. Now that she too was dead, she could finally be with him again, if only they could go to heaven together. She could finally have the tiny bit of joy she'd had in her miserable life back.
Valentina cried out as she rattled through the hospital morgue. Eridan. Eridan. She had to find him.
"Eridan? Eridan? It's me, Mummy!"