Modern AU

Eragon Cadocsonneson is a sophomore. 15

Roran Cadocsonneson is a senior. 17

Katrina Sloandottir is a junior. 16

Murtagh Selenasson works as mechanic. 18

Nasuada Ajihaddottir works as police apprentice under her father's commands, Ajihad. 18

Elves are some sort of politicians. Arya is 27.

Dwarves are hermits.

Magicians or users of magic are artists. Durza is fucking mad as artist.

Werecats are cats. Duh.

Urgals are some wrestlers.

And Dragons are aliens. Yep, they come from the Dragon Planet and some human are hidding them from the rest of the world.

Murtagh vit seul depuis trois mois dans son appartement qu’il a payé seul et sans aide de ses parents, encore moins de son géniteur scarificateur, mais doit un jour héberger son demi-frère chez lui. Parce que Selena décide de partir en voyage de miel avec Brom (littéralement, ils vont cueillir du miel, en bon futur apiculteur), le père d’Eragon, et que la famille de leur cousin Roran est en plein déménagement, Murtagh est le seul choix d’accueil pour le lycéen de 15 ans. Il aurait donc le plaisir de voir ce qu’est la vie d’étudiant et rencontrer les grandes personnes.

Murtagh : étudiant de première année en ingénierie. (18)

Nasuada : étudiante de première année en droit. (18) ou juste apprentie policière.

Arya : master cinquième année en médecine. (27)

Orrin : étudiant de dernière année en science et chimie (22)

Tarok : étudiant boursier de dernière année en football américain (22) (urgal)

Roran : lycéen de dernière année. (17)

Katrina : lycéenne de troisième année. (16) la plus populaire car belle et intelligente.

Eragon : lycéen de deuxième année. (15)

Baldor : lycéen de troisième année (16)

Abriech : lycéen de dernière année (17)

Nolfavrell : lycéen de deuxième année (15)

Carn : master première année en architecture. (23)

Extrait : (inspiration of pinterest's pin)

Nasuada is having a bad day.
First, last night patrol was a hell of shit, then, after a shitty work night she expect a home sweet home but not to much with her dad yelling insanity about his subordinate. Nice one, daddy dear, to deter her to policemen job. But she won't fall for his trick and will be more and more ambitious about this.
But first thing first, she need a black and strong coffee.
Too bad this coffee across her house is packed a this early morning.
The line just couldn't be anymore long. She thinks she must have done something wrong to have a tons of problem in only few hours. Not even a day have passed and she just want to pull her taser off and pull the trigger. She would feel so much lighter. But the aftercare'd be way heavier.
Just when she's about to turn heels and face the day without caffeine, a hand grab hers and a voice shouts loudly :
"This is crazy! Must we really drink a coffee just the day the coffee have so much customers?"
She takes seconds to look at this white and rough hand then at his owner. The guy looks at her and at her hand and looks back up.
"You're not Katrina."
"Do I have a face to be called Katrina?" Nasuada shoots back.
With quite venom. Shit night, remember?
"You're holding the wrong hand, Roran," a sweeter and calmer voice calls in.
"You're sure?" The guy, Roran, asks looking back at the red hair lady.
" 'Thought I was having a bad last night. You seem to have worse if you can't tell us apart."
Nasuada can' t help but snickers. Like, how can he mistake a ginger with a black.
"Yeah, but I feel committed to finishing this quest of coffee with you as you seem to really need it."
"I am not paying."
"Well, then, I just have to come back to my friend over there." 
"I'm not paying either." The redhead retorts.
And this, nearly tears off a laugh from Nasuada. Come on, it's not because you're a man, you're right. Or have the right, for this instant.
"You can hold my hand, young sir. I'll buy any Frappuccino you want," a 
blond man says in the front.
Young sir Roran goes and holds hand with pale blond man with the darkest bag eyes they ever see. He turns to the ladies with a naughty face.
"At least, someone... What's your name again?" 
"Carn." 
"Right. At least, Carn cares about me."
He then stucks out his tongue like three years old child before turning back to his newly friend.
"I'm more mocha, if you don't mind."
And if there isn't Katrina, Nasuada can sure tell he won't have this tongue for long to enjoy his mocaccino.