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These Happy Golden Years: A Complex Family Roleplay

Ayye new posts are up! Can't wait to read them and work on my post

WOW! Art AND Poems!

Another huge art piece

This drawing is with an OC that I still draw. It's an older drawing, older then the Connie sketch I posted earlier. I remember not liking but then becoming proud of it, it's weird. I'm just laughing at the hairline because it just slopes down lol.

These Happy Golden Years: A Complex Family Roleplay

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Great Shipwreck of Life-IAMX

The sun greeted itself by barging through the windows; windows that extended from the high ceilings to the shining wood floors. A handsome man is propped up on a chair, leaning on his kitchen nook. The kitchen is modern and chic; everything but mediocre. Really the whole penthouse could be labeled as awfully extravagant, everything is stylish and substantial. Mathias felt indifferent to this purchase, he didn't dislike it nor did he love it.

Sipping on some fruity tea --was gifted to him by a kind co-worker-- He actually didn't hate it. Expecting a tropical punch children's drink he instead got a strong tea with appropriate hints of fruit. Today is the day he'll meet a new patient, he couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of her name. Dorothy Cumberbottom. He needed a laugh, even if it was one for a childish reason. The client is recently having heart problems, her family saying she had a few heart attacks. It was idiotic and plain ignorant for them to wait this long, but Art accepted on greeting her into the hospital.

Taking another drink of his tea he glanced over at an envelope that is sealed by a blood red wax. It's the letter he received from his parents, for a family gathering. He remembers the night he took it from the mail box and thinking it was a letter from his wife or a bonus paycheck. After reading it he couldn't help but bawl, not because he was scared to meet not only his merciless parents that raised him and also his many siblings, but he was overcome with happiness and joy to speak to his family, not through phone but in one house. Granted he didn't keep in contact with any of them and as children he barely interacted with most but he still loves them.

Extending his arm to reach the envelope his fingers also lengthened to touch the wax. Grazing his fingers on top he pulled it closer towards himself. Staring down at the wax, "I have to get to work." He sighed rising from his chair and gathering his things. Before leaving his home he looked back at the letter, a smirk grew on his face as he closed his front door.

Little Garçon-Born Ruffians
Today is December 21st

Exiting his penthouse he called up Cheyenne, one of the few contacts he has on his phone. He was calling to tell her he's taking his leave to the cabin, asking if she could hire someone to watch over his home. She agreed, "But don't be surprised if anything goes missing." Chey joked mischievously causing Mathias to chuckle. "Oh, don't you worry. I already have a suspect." He replied his smile permanent as his wife giggled softly. There was a silence as he stayed on the phone, already going to the garage to drive off.

"I miss you. I really do." Softly and a bit shaken the female whispered into the phone. Mathias froze on the steps, she started to whimper and he could hear her delicate winces.

"I miss you too, darling." He said clearly before he got choked up, forcing himself not to cry in public. Where is this coming from? And why now? She regained herself, inhaling and exhaling before speaking, "I want you here, I want us to be together. But--" Pausing briefly she continued, "I don't want our family to be like this anymore. Work at the moment is steady and nothing major has come up. I-I'm ready to live together, I'm ready to be your wife and be seen in public together. But if you're not, I understand."

Silence.

Mathias' mind was wondering, rapid thoughts bundled up with one another. Opening his mouth all he could mutter out was, "I feel the same." It was weak and lacking in emotion, he has to add onto it. "It was ridiculous to live apart for this long over petty rumors and work. I want my children and my wife with me through everything." He concluded with a sigh.

They agreed on moving in with each other after he leaves the family reunion. Exchanging their goodbye's and I love you's; then rudely being interrupted by their twins crying in the background. "They're saying they can't wait to see you again." Chey said and then standing up from whatever chair she was on.

"Tell them I can't wait either."

"You got it. Kisses!" Smooching into the phone she giggled sounding like an adolescent girl. Mathias laughed in the lobby of his building, blushing and gaining stares from a couple standing near the front desk.

"Kisses."

And the phone call ended with that.

Finally entering his car he didn't cry like he expected to happen. Instead he grinned stupidly, pulling his luscious, wavy hair back he sighed before turning on his radio. An opera cd played, he bought this a while back, he doesn't know the singers but he loves listening to it while driving. Reversing out of the garage he made his way to the airport; it's going to be a extensive plane ride, Maine to Colorado but he was prepared.

The plane ride wasn't pleasant or even tedious. It was just dreadful. The plane was fancy and sanitary, with the tasty snacks and other dishes. Televisions were set on the back of the head rest for entertainment and the seats were cushion-like and reclined back. However, the people were the problem. Mathias was seated next to a man who was very talkative and obnoxious, rambling about picking up some ladies and getting drunk with some friends. He was a young man, not a day over the drinking age, and had mediocre looks that would label him as "Nice looking" He was obviously rich and loved to brag about every merchandise and trinket he owned.

Everyone else on the plane had their own redeeming qualities, but Art didn't care, they were all just annoying. After the plane he was escorted to his limo and taken to the lodge, he didn't hesitate to pour a glass of water.
He knew the driver was going to make pep talk but he didn't feel like chatting.

"So, why are you here in Colorado, Mr.Carrington?"

"Visiting family." Blunt reply, hoping the driver will stop in his tracks.

"For the holidays? Colorado is--"

"Listen, I'm sorry if I come off as rude or impolite, but I would really appreciate it if we didn't speak. Because really, I'm not in the mood for meaningless conversations."

The driver looked into the rear-view mirror at Mathias, Art stared back with no remorse. He was an older gentleman, maybe late thirties early forties. Not glaring at Art for disrespecting him but just staring at him blankly and then quickly looking back at the road, "Understood, Mr.Carrington." He spoke monotony.

The rest of the car ride was serene, which Mathias enjoyed because he could begin reading one of his books he brought with him. The book is horror, mystery base which are his favorite themes in a novel. Arriving at the lodge he was already past the median of the book; he's a fast reader. He assisted the driver when retrieving his luggage from the back of the car, but quickly stopped by staff as they took his bags. A maid came to his side, "It's a pleasure to see you again, Mr.Carrington." She greeted with a welcoming smile. Mathias remembers her, she was one of his favorite maids when he was younger. She helped with his homework when he needed it, played doctor with him and even prank the other maids.

"You don't have to speak so formally to me, Rebecca, it feels odd. You can call me Mathias." He doesn't know why he called her Rebecca, it just appeared in his mind. But since she didn't oppose, that must be her name.

"Now you know neither of your parents would be fond of that," She looked up at him, "Mr.Carrington." She included his name to be playful and silly. They both smiled at each other, then another staff member took him inside the lodge. Rebecca had other duties to tend to, which disappointed Mathias. All the memories he had here started to come back to him, running around the lodge, waiting to go outside and play in the cold and running back inside to drink hot chocolate and read. He felt bad for his younger siblings that most likely won't remember much.

The maid guided Mathias to his old bedroom, "Here is your room, sir. Mr.Carrington is in his study while Mrs.Carrington is situated in her room." She explained.

"Well I won't bother them just yet, I'll wander around inside for a bit. Maybe even go out and build a snowman, give him a carrot nose and sing him a song." He laughed, the maid smiled dully which made him sigh, "You can take your leave." The maid nodded and left without a trace. He turned his attention to his door, a "Keep out!" sigh was planted onto it, but that didn't stop him.

Walking into his room he felt immense nostalgia, his posters displayed were the human body with sharpie markings and notes written on them. Zombie posters --He was a huge zombie fan, he still is--, with one astronomy poster above his bed frame, his desk is neat with pencil holders, note pads and other school supplies in their containers. In the corner his violin case and flute laid next to each other, with his stand to rest papers on. The windows brought in the natural light and he could view the snow as it fell on the forest floor. He missed this. He sat on his bed watching the staff bring in his luggage, when the last one arrived he took out the book he was reading and picked up where he left off. Looking at his watch he got the time, he already set it for MST time, "One thirty PM. Precisely." He mumbled to himself before continuing to read.

WOW! Art AND Poems!

"False Tranquility" Was a sonnet I had to write for my freshman English class (Which was only last year, I'm going onto my Sophomore year.) I'm not high on including rhymes in my poems, usually just leaving it free. But, this was really nice, maybe even refreshing. The thing that did get me was the 10 syllables each line and only having 14 lines. Still, I'm proud of it and so was my teacher. I may even try to do another someday.

WOW! Art AND Poems!

"False Tranquility"
Peace in appearance but not in the mind,
The struggle to keep it in is torture;
And someday when my mind is blank I'll find,
Finally I can get rid of this vulture.

Dangerous it may be but I can't plead,
For it would only cause hectic corruption;
Because of this I would much rather bleed,
Only this will cause major destruction.

I have spoken to many but none helped,
Apologies are made for me being so clinical;
This must be childish I must be a whelp,
The whispers they're calling me cynical.

"I'm sorry. " I weep the Niagara Falls,
I stumble and weep in front of their eyeballs.

These Happy Golden Years: A Complex Family Roleplay

Wow the relations with Mathias so far are really good. His relations will take some time but I'll try to get them out soon

Growing Up In New York

I'm so sorry I couldn't get my post out! :c

These Happy Golden Years: A Complex Family Roleplay

Mathias Carrington

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Mathias Art Carrington. Only nickname he will allow is Art; if you ask for a reason he will respond with "Because I'm a work of art!" with a conceited laugh.

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Male

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Orthopedic and Invasive Cardiology surgeon

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Demisexual

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He is in a complicated relationship with his wife, Cheyenne Carrington.

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His wife is a famous lawyer that works numerous cases and was successful in all of them, but she's not one to brag. The exact opposite of Mathias, she actually likes to converse when it's not for business or keeping her reputation hospitable and gentle. She's a born socialite with the mind of a genius, everything comes natural. It still bewilders Mathias knowing that she loves him so deeply. Her gorgeous curvaceous figure that's just downright jaw-dropping. Also she's not a Caucasian woman, she's a Latina woman who doesn't fear white people trying to degrade her and try to pull her down. The toughest skin Mathias has ever had the pleasure to touch. When they cuddle it's dulcet and serene, each other's arms becoming the others sanctuary. Making love it's filled with sensational touches and movements, some would think their sex is sinful they would say it's rejuvenating.

The public knew they were in love even before their marriage. Mathias' smile used to be the rarest thing but when with Cheyenne he smiled so much at the end of the day his face would begin to sore. Recently him and his wife had twins, a girl and a boy. They're still tiny things and Cheyenne keeps them in her house with daily visits from Mathias when he finds the time. The reason they're in a complicated relationship at the moment is work and a break. They're so busy with their jobs they can't find time to be a big happy family. A break is greatly needed for them to get everything together and then they can move back in together and raise their twins in one house.

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Mathias is notable for taking great care of his body. Appearance to him is a huge part in his life, if he doesn't look charming then he doesn't feel valuable. His posture is straight and firm, taught and pressured to do so by his lovely parents. He holds himself elevated, dignified even though he's only 5'10 in height he still presents himself with no signs of insecure motions. He still has his athletic build to go with his disadvantage in height. Walking about he makes his steps loud yet swift so people know he's arriving, preparing themselves to please him. Nothing too dramatic but also not slothful. Speaking often with his hands people will examine them noticing the bruises located on his knuckles, though causing curiosity none questioned it. Anytime he made a mistake he would slap his knuckles resulting in bruises. He's done this to himself since he was small, whenever he did something wrong he slap his knuckles or punch something. Even now he does it to himself, it's painful but effective.

His captivating eyes pierce the hearts of many, no matter what gender. But they can also shift to big spheres like a deer in the headlights. The color of his eyes confuse some, they then settling with a mix of green and hazel. Still they shift to other colors, ranging from a deep grey to a bright emerald green in certain lighting. Bushy eyebrows that were probably inherited from some relative far in history. Now to his jet black hair that reaches to his mid-neck, it used to be cut short to keep tidy; also he wouldn't take good care of it when long. Since he's older he wanted to grow it out and still keep it cleansed and presentable.

If Mathias could he would go every day wearing a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Professional, right? Though he keeps his skin and body intact, he can't dress himself for shit. His daily wear can be the outfit in the first sentence, and a pair of name brand shoes. His shoes will always be the accessory that shines through, either dress shoes or sneakers from different brands. Even at work his clothing is mediocre but no one dares to criticize him.

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On the surface Mathias isn't a bad guy. In the public and workplace he's a calm, handsome, brilliant man who makes order and disciplines coworkers who need it. People call him a born socialite that can always make people have a good time at the dullest of parties. Always being seen having a few drinks at parties and then spending the rest of the party sipping on water. He's not a heavy drinker and he doesn't smoke or do any other drugs. But he'll happily take shots with his "friends" until he can finally go home to whine about how obnoxious some people were. A flirt to everyone at social gatherings, he loves to mess with people's emotions especially if it's lust. Sometimes even bringing someone into an empty room after lascivious gestures and words, and then leaving right when they're at their peak. Even if they told others about it no one would believe it and that makes it more fun. This isn't a new thing, since a teenager he would do this because simple video games and lame parties weren't cutting it. It wasn't often not even more than three people before graduation("That's not too bad.").

He loves what he does, a lot, maybe too much. People become squeamish with even the thought of holding someone else's heart or dealing with fractured or broken bones, but Mathias adores the feeling. To have someone's life on his hands, one false move and they're dead just does something to him. He knows it's wrong and unearthly but that's just how he is and he wouldn't use it for wrong. Also after a successful procedure seeing his patient smiling and laughing with family members and loved one's it just brightens his heart and that's also why he loves his job. Now Mathias isn't always cool and collected he still has the tendency to pop off at co workers, and it's never a simple "Hey, that was dumb. Don't do it again." Or "What the hell was that?" He actually shouts and insults them on anything he can come up with. After watching them run off in tears he will do an awkward chuckle and storm off to his office, either punching one of his pillows or crying behind his desk. Apologizing to the individual before the day ends.

As a child Mathias was always a huge kissup to his parents, though never forced to do any of the things he did, he signed up for lessons and extra curricular activities for himself but also for his parents. Even in adulthood he still kisses up to his elders or ones higher in rank than him. But not too much to make him seem like a pest or make it obvious he's sucking up to them. Caring too much about how others view him is why he does it. Caring about how his parents view him, teachers, mentors, even strangers. He changes himself to appeal to them and one mishap will make him depressed and distressed.

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• Autopsy videos
• Hot tea
• Cats
• Anatomy
• Math (Ha) and sciences
• Literature

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• Candy (especially gum)
• Ice tea
• Ignorance
• Not being more than enough
• Losing everyone and everything
• Losing his sanity

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The subsiding rainfall taped a hospital window as a baby was taken from Cassipeia's womb. The fourth child was greeted with the grinning faces of his parents and the cooing of nurses. The baby giggled, a new life was born. His young toddler years he was starting to play the violin, messing up the notes his parents never missed a moment to point it out. Mathias smiled and nod, "Yes, mommy and daddy!" A cute voice which made them smile subtly. His black hair seen running over to his parents to give them his latest work of art. Even if they said the drawing of them looks like limp noodles he still giggled and ran off to draw something else. Older he started to get interested in road kill and videos about dead bodies; his parents ordering him to quit with this repulsive content. He didn't argue, he didn't cry, he gave a solid nod and played his violin and flute while solving mathematic equations. Very odd. Mathias was very odd.

Mathias would stay behind his parents whenever he could, following them around in public or in the house. Always agreeing with what they had to say, his parents would get annoyed and tell him to play somewhere else. So he played pranks on his siblings -hiding their underwear, eating their favorite snack, putting powder in the hair dryer, etc.- After his parents disciplining him and him bawling his eyes out as they roared at him, everything was back to normal. Mathias went to school even though a kissup he deserved every single A he's gotten, studying for hours for every test and exam. Going to school he was never bullied or a bully, he was the kid in the back writing notes as girls drooled over him. After school he went over to a grave yard to pay respects maybe even read a book. He never spoke to the dead people, he's not that loony.

Lee pressured him to keep his grades the way they are, one slip up and everything is ruined. Now that's not exactly what he said but to a teenage boy that's what Mathias heard. Mathias got by with few friends and many acquaintances, most of his friends had the same mindset as him 'Get good grades and don't fall to the ignorance.' They followed this moto well. He was stressed, he missed meals studying and barely got out of his room. His parents noticed of course but being away from the house the majority of the time, they couldn't help him. Women and men that cleaned the house and took care of the children tried to help, but he pushed them away. They wouldn't understand. No one could understand;he thought,not remembering his siblings go through the same feelings. Mother and father towered over him one day asking him what's wrong with him. He broke down, in front of his whole family his father gave a wince of disgust as boogers streamed from his nose, his mother stared emotionless. He knew they were both concerned even when they told him to toughen up and say how stupid it was to stay up and study for so long. No hugs were given. No kisses on the cheek. But Mathias still smiled, "Thank you. I love you." His parents confused yet happy to see him back to normal.

Still interested in dead things in high school he became more invested in learning the human body. Watching surgery videos with all gory bits included he would flinch and even vomit. But he knew he is meant to do it. So he watched and studied but not performing anything, he was not ready for that. While dissecting a frog in class he didn't smirk and chuckle like a maniac, he took notes and drawings. Actually snatching the tweezers from his teacher's hand and going in himself. Word spread around school, "What's his name? Mathias Carrington? He's weird, he actually wanted to go into the frog." He didn't mind it but his parents sure did. Long story short, keep your weird hobbies inside the house. He didn't enjoy high school at all after that, he didn't feel like he was being bullied but more they were just vexing him; "Wait...is that bullying?" He got his first C in high school, it was junior year, he got a B in middle school --"My gym teacher was a cunt."-- but a C to him and his parents is like an F. Dad told him to get his act together, his mom told him the same.

Finally ending high school as valedictorian of his class he went straight to some ivy league university and lived on campus. It was fun, he didn't feel that stressed away from his parents and he wasn't just all about grades. His social life became exciting and new, this was a learning experience. He had to get used to it since he had to stay there a while to get the degrees he needed. He still studied and took notes but he made time to go to campus parties, but stayed away from fraternities; "Most of the stuff you had to do was insane. I'm a dignified young gentleman thank you very much." Out of college with 9 years or so wasted to get a few degrees, whoop dee doo. He left to Massachusetts General Hospital where he met the love of his life and where most of his success happened. Campus "friends" gave him good word around the hospital which scored him a salary that had him in tears. Maybe close to a trillion calls to his parents from college life to now the last call he told them his salary, and they congratulated him in a affectionate tone. Causing him to cry on the phone, he has never been so happy.

Today he's a man with a family living away from him, mind starting to collapse and pondering his past. All he needs right now is reassurance from his parents, face to face.

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He doesn't know anything about any other social medias except Facebook. He barely uses his, it's mostly just to keep in touch with coworkers and friends. Also not that good with technology in general.

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Relationships wip

Lee Carrington

"I remember growing up and being scared of him the most. He would glare at me and it felt as if he only judged me. H-He loves me I know it but...Ah! I apologize, a strong, smart man. I look up to him."

Write a little more in-depth about what they really think about this person here.

Cassiopeia Carrington

"I'm a huge mama's boy. She's like a queen, ya know? Just like father, I know she cares she's just..cold and harsh. But she formed me into the man I am today and I thank her for that."

Write a little more in-depth about what they really think about this person here.

Samantha Carrington

"The eldest. Even being told to respect her, I did that little to none. We never clicked and I never admired her art. Her art to me looks like paint and lines splashed together, it has no meaning, but what do I know"

Arthur Carrington

"He's the clown of the family. We never spoken to one another more than a greeting or a phony congratulation. We just have no connection."

Gabriel Carrington

"My only older sibling that I can tolerate. As children we would chat and play, you know, innocent stuff. But soon we both had problems of our own, we grew up and we stopped talking."

Charles Carrington

"Charlie! I remember pulling pranks on him back in the day, he was an easy target. Of course I apologized but God it was hilarious!"

Nathaniel Carrington

"I attended one of his competitions and I can say his writing is good. Never felt the need to talk to him about anything other than literature."

Esther Carrington

Indiana Carrington

Emile Carrington

Elaine Carrington

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

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