[Pine.]

Hnnn Imma try to pump out some ceiral designs today to catch up with things <3 I absolutely adore this design and I was tempted to keep it, but I think the ceiral should go to a good owner. I'll be picky ;>

I'm looking for creativity in this comp. No extras, no more words than allotted. You can decorate your forms (you may add quotes from your story or their personality to decorate, but that's it)

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Ends in 2 weeks 6/22

[Beatnik]

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[dogish]

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[Dr. Paine]

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Commander Shepard

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Atlas

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-reserve should inspiration hit <3-

[Coiffwaff]

Username: Coiffwaff

Name: Aedre

Gender: Girl

Personality (100 words or less): Caring and loving. But she tends to worry a lot and is not always the best at really expressing her true feeling. Loves reading cheesy romance stories.

Story of them and the ocean (300 words or less): There she stood in the ocean, once again feeling the waves against her soft fur. Oh how she had missed it.
Aedre and her family had loved the ocean and used to go there almost everyday. That was until the day her sister almost drowned and her mother forbid them both from ever going near water again.
Aedre had suffered a lot from this. One of the only things that usually made her calm down was looking at the still ocean beautifully displayed before her. She experienced stress almost everyday under this period, that was until today. She had sneaked out of the house at night, desperate to once again fell the calmness she once had felt.
Tears dropped down her eyes as she stood there. She once again started worrying about what her family was going to think about her secret trip but quickly closed her eyes and continued listening to the waves hit the beach.
"That is a problem for another time" she thought to herself and smiled.

Might still be a kinda work in process.

[koegami]

May enter

Username: omni-s
Name: Mauru Jhi
Gender: male
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[Rexodus]

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L Lawliet


If I were to get this beautiful Ceiral, I'd name him Aquila.
Aquila (Pronounced: Ah-key-la) is a gender neutral name of Latin origin which
means ''Eagle''. The reason as to why I would name him Aquila, though his name
has nothing to do with the ocean itself, is because it is the name of a ship in
one of my most beloved video games. I also thought it would fit him since it
would be an oxymoron name - for he would have the love for the ocean yet his
name beckons him to love the skies instead.
His nicknames would include of: Aide, Key, and Ahkey.


I can only see Aquila as being a male Ceiral.


Aquila is a headstrong male who tends to want things to go his way. With a love
for the sea and a mouth to match, Aquila tends to spend his time alone whilst
gazing out to the wide waters that seem to hypnotise his cynical mind into one
of calmness and clarity. Whenever he is happy, he will flash you his signature
smile that could melt hearts of even the manliest of men. When upset or angry,
it's best to keep your distance - he isn't one to be in company of when he is mad.
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For years I stood at the shores, the harbours, the docks - anywhere that had at
least a pool of water just longing to be gliding across the waves on a ship of my
own someday. Ever since I was a young lad working day and night to help get food
in mine and my mother's bellies, I'd always pop by the harbour master's to learn
about which ship would go where, if there were any new stories about pirates, or
if any of the ships managed to find any monsters or new wildlife out on the waves.
That juvenile mind of mine would always dream of the sea- full of such curiosity
and awe that it still makes me chuckle just to think about it.

I can still remember the first time I got to stand on the deck of a ship for the first
time. I was but a young man, and part of the crew on a vessel - not paid of course,
oh no - for someone at such a young age who would want a place on the ship was
more likely to get on for free than to ask for a payment and due to my fascination I
was more than happy to oblige. Though I was worn to the bone during the day, it
was worth such hardships to lay back on the deck during the night. With the stars
littering above you reflecting onto the floating mirror that was the ocean that we
rocked upon, everything was so calm, so peaceful. It was that one moment which
confirmed one thing that I had been thinking about for a long time - I belonged
to live the rest of my days on the waves that will one day drift me off to my
untimely doom.
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[inactive20000009]

Username: theraBee

Name: Aeshante

Gender: Male

Personality: Ae is a dreamer, his thoughts as wild and strange and wide as the ocean, and yet he's also trapped, like a fish below the surface, not even able to imagine something like breaking the boundary between sea and sky. He is a truly strange mixture of free and caged, harmonious and yet not. He is absentminded, passionate, complex, and unique.

Story:
You are suspended in slow motion, walking through the city like a piece of ocean that someone decided to cut out of a photograph, cruel like crabs in pickle jars. Who can blame them if they snap their little claws and make the children squeal? You didn't realize until it was too late. Always too late.

You spend hours by the fishtanks in the supermarket, staring through the glass at the water that is too blue, and the fish that are too sick. They are like you, dying from the lack of knowledge of the general population. It's so heartbreaking. You soak in the sorrow of it, as if somehow that will heal the wounds, instead of pouring salt water on them.

You have finally earned enough money for the train ticket. It has taken a year and a half, but you've finally done it. Your heart beats very fast at the thought of seeing your home once again. The waves are where you belong, the scent of the real sea breeze. You will finally be free.

Your first step on the sand is not magical. The sea is not how you remember it. There are many pieces of trash, and tourists dot the tranquil waters like spots of neon imperfections. The water is less clear, you imagine, than it was. It is so noisy you cannot think.

Tomorrow you are going back to the city. You would rather remember the ocean as it was. Memories, after all, are precious and easily corrupted.

[Offended Cockatiel]

Username: Byteme
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Gender: Male
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Here we are again, the general boasting of men, the way they pump out their chests, the way they smirk almost too roughly. Oho boy, let's hop they don't break out in fisticuffs. Culture of the male and female dictated differently for each species, but they usually has that "Ourshine you" sense going to them.


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[Beatnik]

May I still do my form for this one? I just had a great idea