Realistic or Modern My Fantasy Family

[Artorias]

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Welcome to my fantasy family.


This roleplay is a Semi-realistic family simulation, in which the family members are either mystical beings or people with powers.


Were do I sign up ??


There was an interest check for this roleplay in which people decided there roles. There are two open spots left grandfather and son and oldest son. Once(if) you have a role head over to charecter sign up and create youre charecter.


Rules ¡!


Try to post at least one post a day


1 charecter to person


Charecter must fit there role


No Op powers


No Mary sue


Keep cussing to a minimum


Treat you're family with respect


If you're a child stay youre age, same for adults


Get youre charecter cleared by me before starting


No one liners ( 2 sentence min preferred more )

Do you're best to keep OOC in OOC


Tag whoever you are meaning to talk to ( @Name )


Obey all RpNation rules


Password: (Let the party being !)
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[Artorias]

@ScytheMeister7


The Roleplay is up :3

 

[Artorias]

Artorias walked into his bedroom, he semmed bored, letting out a huff of air he sat down on his couch and pulled out his art book. He began to draw strange little creatures, then the creatures armed to move themselves inside to book dashing around the many well drawn pages full of mystical and sadistic places.


"Let me in" He mumbled under his breath, with that the book fell to the ground and Artorias was nowhere to be seen. He was in the book exploring the world he had drawn, interacting with the many exotic creatures that took home in this art world. Artorias walked into a huge castle, then into the throne room. He took his throne and waited to be entertained by his drawn minions, Artorias tilled this world everything in it was brought to life by him, in this world he was god.


Artorias rammed happy happy he enjoyed the role of god and the escape from the real world. He clapped twice and one of his butlers ran in. "Is There anything I can get you sir" "diet coke please and a bag of chips as well." Artorias waited for the butler to come back with his food. Then he remembered he forgot to lock his bedroom door someone could tamper with the book.


He decided to ignore it though when the food came. He smacked on his chips as he made knights fight for honor in his arena. Whenever a knight was killed it became an ink splot that after a while reformed back into a knight ready to fight again. Such was the power of the book, such was Artorias's power.

 

[The Master]

Veril was asleep on the couch. He had been like that for god knows how long with Ezra laying on top of him. He was alone when he fell asleep so she could have just climbed on him at any point between then and now. He didn't really wake up when it happened either. He simply got comfortable in his sleep and continued resting. One arm was hanging off the couch and the other was around Ezra so she wouldn't fall off.


 
@ScytheMeister7

 

[Scythe Meister]

Ezra purred softly in her sleep, her breath coming out hot and cold alternately. She'd wondered into the living a bit ago not really knowing where she was and had plopped down onto her father, falling back asleep within seconds. She was too comfy to move and her dreams too sweet to wake up.


@The Master

 

[Mashiro Shiina]

Iris could be found lounging around outside on the back patio as usual, humming to herself while shifting through newly bought flowers. As of late, she had been trimming its edges and debating as to where she was I place the pigment of beauty. With a soft sigh cutting off a session o humming, Iris stood to her feet, placing the flowers to sit on the small table set beside her, just seconds before she began to make her way inside. Doing so, she proceeded through the sliding glass door, carefully closing it behind her just as her gaze fell over to look at her husband fast asleep with their daughter. As much as he didn't like children, it would be merely natural for him to get along with them. Giggling in a hushed manner, Iris finally made her way past the sofa they were on, after momentarily stopping to plant a kiss on their foreheads.

 

[The Master]

Veril's eyes opened slowly and sleepily. He yawned quietly. "Hey...." He smiled at Iris. Veril blinked and looked at Ezra. ".....Eh..." He shrugged and went back to sleep. Veril cared mostly for his wife and daughter. The adopted children he loved too, just in a different way. His stomach growled and that forced him to stay awake. He gave a low growl and sat up, holding Ezra in his arms and carrying her as he stood. Veril yawned again and looked at Iris, "Is there anything to eat? I'm hungry...." He mumbled.

 

[Scythe Meister]

Ezra opened her eyes a bit irritated by the sound of voices but perked up at the mention of food. "Food? Where?" She asked, completely unconcerned that she was 17 and being carried by her father.


@The Master @Mashiro Shiina

 

[Artorias]

Artorias soon became unsatisfied by his miniature world. "I want out" He said then snapped. He was then back in his bedroom, he picked up his art book and put it in husndesk drawer locking the drawer with a key he kept around his neck.


He then walked out of his room to see, Veril,Iris and Ezra goddamn Ezra, she always semmed to get the most attention from dad, mabey because she wasn't adopted. Arty just stood silently in the corner watching and inspecting.

 

[Mashiro Shiina]

Iris eyed both her husband and he daughter in a loving, gentle manner. "Food? My two monsters already hungry?" As soon as Iris spoke, slowly turning to walk towards the kitchen, her sharp gaze caught sight of her son. Her precious, spoiled son. Giggling while playfully rolling her irises, Iris spoke to while turning her back to all three of them, strolling into the kitchen while her gaze fell to scan over the blank counter. "Want anything Artorias?"

 

[Scythe Meister]

Ezra hopped out of Veril's arms without a word and walked over to Artorias, ruffling his hair in what was suppose to be an affectionate manner but just looked awkward due to her sleepy and seemingly emotionless mannerisms. "Food?" She asked him, actually meaning, 'Are you hungry?'.


@Artorias

 

[The Master]

Veril saw Artorias out of the corner of his eye. He wanted to say something but didn't know how to go about it. Veril walked over and simply put his hand on his son's head, "You spend too much time with that book of yours. You should do something productive, like the stuff your sister does." He gestured to Ezra. Veril walked away, holding back laughter. He knew full well his son was WAY more productive than his daughter. Veril walked into the kitchen and yawned again. "Darling, why is it that none of our children take after me?" He asked in a grumpy manner.

 

[Mashiro Shiina]

"None? Aw, darling I wouldn't say that. Artorias isn't even ours and he has your grumpiness." Iris giggled at her reassuring comment, just as she opened the fridge and slightly bent her upper body to get a better view at the fridges components. "Now. Would you all like sandwiches? Or should I cook?" Iris scanned her gaze over the numerous packets of sandwich meat located in the door of the fridge, as well as the still plentiful jar of mayonnaise set right on the top shelf in front a gallon of juice.

 

[Scythe Meister]

"Both!" Ezra called out with her hand still buried in her brother thick blonde hair. After a few seconds of thought, she added, "Please, Mother."


@Mashiro Shiina @Artorias

 

[The Master]

Veril smirked then chuckled at Iris' remark. "True." He crossed his arms. "Both." He said at the same time with Ezra. Veril walked back into the living room and sat down on the couch. "Anyone wanna watch TV with me?" He called out to his kids.

 

[Artorias]

Artorias didn't smiled he just stared at his sister blankly. He didn't slap her hand away so some part of him must have liked it. He then looked at his dad, "TV rots you're brain you should read more." Artorias ment no disrespect he was just making a point. Then he looked at him mom, "May I help with the cooking mother."

 

[The Master]

Veril stood up and walked over to Artorias. He grabbed his head and lifted his son up gently. "Not everyone can go into books like you. I only read when I have to. I've spent plenty of years around books anyways." He kissed his son's forehead and set him down. "If anyone needs me I am going to be in the basement." He spoke blandly as he walked towards the door that led to the basement. Veril opened it and closed it behind him as he went downstairs.


 
@Artorias

 

[Mashiro Shiina]

Iris giggled. Her family was something else. Shaking her head iaan a playful notion in response to her husband, Iris soon turned her gaze I her son. He waned to cook with her? It surprised her, and brought a barely noticeable blush to her cheeks just as she flashed a bright smile. "Of course you can sweetie." Iris gaze went almost serious as she watched her husband, but soon faded into that of a curious expression as he left to flee downstairs. Not that she was concerned, but simply, dumbfounded? Blibkig, Iris shifted her attention back to the fridge, slowly beginning I pull out items and packets of meat from the freezer section. "Artorias, grab Mr the big frying pan and the baking dish if you will."

 

[Artorias]

"Yes mother" He walked into the kitchen and grabbed the supplies his mom asked for, "What are we making" Artorias was still trying to figure out what his fathers kiss ment, did it simply mean he felt affection twords him, or that he was teasing mabey he needed help with something as well. Artorias over studied every little thing that happened around him, he was still trying to figure out why his sister was always sleepy.


Then as if he had read his mothers mind he grabbed all the necessary ingredients and some extra ingredients that he read in a cooking book that would make this meal better. "Mother do you know what father dose in the basement." Artorias said with a wonder that didn't show on his face.

 

[Scythe Meister]

Ezra swayed slowly in a tipsy fashion towards the island in the middle of the kitchen and took a seat. "Thank you, Mother." She said politely, crossing her hands over the counter and laying her head in the makeshift pillow of her arms, watching her brother work.


@Mashiro Shiina @Artorias

 

[spacepossum]

A sigh came from a female individual, the puff of breath visible as if it were cold. The teenage girl didn't really possess body heat, a disadvantage of being merely a physical spirit. In her hands was a book about violin, more specifically about the mechanics of such an instrument. She was an incredibly smart individual, the book explaining all the intricacies of a violin. Book in one hand, smooth mahogany bow in the other, she peered meticulously at the base of the horse-hairs, seemingly split like hair badly in need of a trim. What the girl, whose name was finely and intricately inscribed in gold across the wooden section reading Kassandra Guinevere Mysteroca in a very neat and cursive script, was aiming to do was to replace such fine hairs into the slim bow of the instrument. This was an instrument of hers—like many of others in her room—that she had kept from her biological family, so she felt as if they were special, as she hadn't ever received any new instruments anyways from this new family.

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The spirit girl—more formally to be named Kassandra—removed the cork insert in the head of the wood, and pulled out the swatch of off-white strands. Beside her on a desk lie another strip of new horsehair, finely brushed and smooth. With powers similar to that of telekinesis, she placed the violin book down and rose her hand and pointed the base of her palm in the direction of the desk. The many and numerous strands then began to float mid-air, seemingly undisturbed as if lying on some flat object. Kassie brought the horsehair to her, as well as a lighter on the desk as well, and discarded the old hairs into a trash bin in the corner of her room, which was painted an eerie white, lavender, and pale blue. Those two last listed were her favorite colors. One thing to note was that she was the only individual in the house with a skin color that wasn't quite human—setting her apart from all the others—which was where the white in her room had originated from begin chosen.


Kassandra then flicked the spark edge on the lighter and the flame came alight. She did so, because heat and fire was a dire part of the replacement of the horse-hairs for the violin. One end of the hairs must be burnt and singed, and finally merged together in a burning point, to then be inserted into the opening of the top of the wood where there was formerly cork. She did as so, slight smoke wisps forming as the end of the horse-hairs began to burn and become to the melting state. Kassie smiled, using blunt and not-flammable objects to form the point of the hairs. She then inserted the burnt end, after blowing it dry, into the opening on the top. She threaded the hairs through tight and taut until finally reaching the bottom section of the bow. She then pressed in the cork and tied the ends with deft violin knots to finish up her project. She then got up from her lavender bed and placed the violin and bow on their stands with gentle and caring hands.


Only then did Kassandra Guinevere hear talking downstairs, so she had walked back over to her bed and put the book away in a shelf, the lighter in a dresser drawer, and made sure the rest of her room was in line and organized. Then did she begin walking out her room and downstairs after being seemingly satisfied with the appearance of her own living space. If she was going to live here for a while, she thought to respect the space she had been given. She had only been here for a couple months anyways, so Kassie was still getting used to the family's customs and traditions. She noticed a few individuals in the kitchen: the mother, the youngest son, and the eldest daughter older than herself. The father was not there, however, and that was only typical.

 

[Artorias]

Artorias looked over at his other sister Kassandra, he had taken a liking to her for reasons such as she was smart unlike the rest of the family and she was also adopted like him. He stopped cooking for a while to great his sister. "Good morning sister" His face remained emotionless. "Did the violin book I lent you help you out at all, you didn't lose it did you ?" Artorias looked at Kassandra emotionlessly. @PlaguedWithInsanity

 

[spacepossum]

Kassandra had finally reached the downstairs section of the house, and was unexpectedly greeted by the youngest son, Artorias. She could smell breakfast foods cooking, and it was plenty inviting, but she had the self-control to wait. "G-Good morning, Artorias." she said with a faint smile. Yes, he had given her the book, and she respected him as well in the factor that he was also quite intelligent. He often spoke without emotion, which was definitely intriguing. She would have to further study him, not knowing too much about him except that he was an 'accident' and was adopted as well into the family. They had very few things in common otherwise. He drew, she wrote music; he had quite the imagination, she relied on books and music for inspiration.


"Yes, the b-book was very helpful. I w-was able to replace the hairs on my v-violin with success and ease." Kassandra had a little bit of a problem with stuttering, and that was something sprouting from multiple reasons, one being that she was still quite new to this family, and another being that it was one of her bad habits; she had a thing for being so paranoid and anxious about many things. She bent over a little to be at more of Artorias' height—mainly because he was a bit younger than herself, because she wasn't really that tall anyways—and gave him a smile of thanks. Kassie wanted to ask if she could keep the book, but couldn't really bring herself to ask.

 

[Mashiro Shiina]

"We, are making, breakfast." Iris stopped speaking, as well as her actions just as her son asked o her knowledge about their father and what he does in the basement. She didn't know herself, and of course, didn't known what to say in response. "Uhm...no honey, I dont." Iris slowly shifted her gaze towards her daughter just as she said thank you. With a forced, soft smile, she nodded her head, before slowly turning her gaze to watch her younger daughter reveal her appearance, speaking to Artorias. "Good morning sweetheart, I hope you're hungry. Your brother and I are making breakfast."

 

[Artorias]

"I'll finish making breakfast mother you should take some time to relax." Artorias layred his voice with charm speak so his mom wouldn't argue. He wanted to test his cooking skills and make sure he wasn't just book-smart and if his mother was really the one cooking or couching him threw it all he really couldn't test that. He then began to make breakfast following the advanced recipes from cooking books perfectly by memory.


( a short while later )


"OK breakfast is ready tell me how it tastse" Artorias handed a plate to everyone. He had made gourmet eggs, salmon fillet, mashed potatoes correctly seasoned, and thon cut strips of bacon.