Oh gosh, oh gosh! This design is breathtaking, and his expression~~!
Username: Poison Wolf
Name: Eltunda
Reason for choosing this name: As strange as it may seem, Eltunda is the name of my first Shiny Umbreon, and his beautiful dark gray hues with the lighter blue on his shoulder and hindquarter remind me of an Umbreon's rings. I'm not sure if the word Eltunda has a meaning, or if its even a word, but I imagine Ice(my element) and darkness, or melancholia, as well as spirit and determination, which is what I see in this ceiral's expression. I love his design and if he doesn't go to me, I hope whoever get him enjoys him(or her) and I congratulate them(:
Extras: This particular ceiral reminds me of someone I know, so like him I would also like this guy to wear a tarnished silver chain that drapes loosely over his neck and shoulders, and I also love the idea of him wearing either gauntlets or a tail ring, but I think a pair of nice-fitting gauntlets, made of a silmilar tarnished silver to his necklace, with etchings or runes carved in the edges would be just his thing, as well as a nice personality
His accessories: X XPersonality/History: Eltunda is a shy, quiet Ceiral. He prefers to keep to himself and his woodland friends. Although very handsome, he isn't vain or conceited, in fact he's actually quite humble and awkward. He enjoys walking in solitude along the treeline at twilight, swimming at night, and playing with his friends, which are mostly foxes, rabbits, deer, and the like, although he does keep in touch with a few other Ceiral's, just so he's not a total hermit. He lives alone in a comfortable cave with any sick or injured animals he finds. He's very tender, caring, and compassionate. He hates disease, and everything that causes pain or death, so if he is confronted by a criminal he can get quite vicious. However, this rarely happens, so most of the time Eltunda is left to brood on his own, peaceful and content. However, he was not always this way. Once, when he was very young, he had a sister, and the two would play loud and long, always surrounded by family and friends. However, one day a fire started near their den. His mother and father survived, but his sister did not. The loss of his only littermate hit him hard, and now he is scared of fire, and sometimes on a drizzly day, he will go outside, sit with his face to the rain, and mourn for his lost sibling.