Cellian Grant- Turtle Hermit App

Key: Megafang | IC name: Cellian Grant | Race/Rank: Human- Turtle Hermit

The simple groan that came from the aging male was the only sign that he really was getting a bit older than what he wanted to be. His vibrant pink hair blowing in the sea breeze as he looked out upon the ocean. The foamy sea tide that came and ran across his feet, wiggling his toes into the sand as he tried to relax and enjoy the humble abode that he had come to live in. Even in his older age he seemed to love the way that he had ended up being dressed since he was a kid, even keeping his old weighted cyan headband, obviously it was heavier since he first put it on; but it was definitely almost a keepsake for the man. His small smile grew wide as he saw a few seagulls fly off out to the sea, giving their cries of utter enjoyment for taking to the sky as they flew out of sight. Upon his pale-skinned body was a simple white cape, which was honestly kind of hot but it was his style, no way he was giving it up just to enjoy himself a little more. The basic black, white, and red tunic was somehow fitting of his small build. Not having the big bulking muscles that most “strong” people had, but definitely having a vibe that showed he was not just your street corner hustler.

The ocean was a lovely thing, and its’ inhabitant were one of his true companions, turtles coming to be lifelong and ever-steady in nature made him seem to almost love the beings for their amazing qualities. Definitely able to take a strong hit from dangerous opponents, and a steady but sure way of handling adversity had made Cellian want to model his own being after them. Speaking of the lovely devils, one waded up further along the coast. Sitting for a moment and simply observing the shelled being, Cellian quickly stood up and made his pace down to the turtle. A small smile upon his face as he gave its’ smooth head a rub, gliding his fingers down along the creature before simply taking a seat beside it. At this point, his vision would turn to the sun, which was slowly making its’ way closer to the horizom, clearly needing a few more hours before night time but closing in to dusk; Cellian simply flopped onto his back and emitted a small exhale of relief.

The basic fact of life was that he was growing old, he was not in his true prime, not the spritely and brash young man he had been. With no suitable partner’s that he could find, why not come to an island and relax there? It was the best thing one could do. He had only been on said island a few weeks, but it was already as if he had lived there his whole life. The small outcropping of land was more than enough space for just the one male, and was all he was going to need to live for the rest of his life. Granted the house was slightly empty, and there could be a few extra occupants. But…Why let that happen? All he truly needed was here: he could fish out in the ocean when he needed food, water was a hop skip and a smaller leap above the ocean to collect a week’s worth of water, and companionship was given to him by the wildlife. Why not just let himself try and enjoy the old life he had earned? With that thought in mind, Cellian simply let his head drop and stared at the blue, blue sky. The smile on his face showing how he felt about his current situation. “Maybe I will have fish tomorrow? I had it today but there are always new kinds to eat.”