Howdy-hey, guys and gals! Your friendly neighborhood Sato here, with another rousing community question!

I'm an only child. I'm adopted, too, so that makes it worse. I also happened to be a writer, and an avid one at that - which is why I happened to frequent this place!

Anyways, to the meat of the matter. I've long written characters with siblings, but I realized that at the end of the day, I don't know what it's like. So I present the question to you, denizens of RolePlayGateway:

What's it like to be/have a sibling?

Everyone's experience is different, and I understand that. In fact, I relish it!

What are some of the ins, outs, ups, downs, pros or cons of having a little brother, little sister, or big brother, big sister?

That's more or less it. I guess I always wanted to have a big brother, by, like, ten years or so. Someone in high school I could have talked to about things. I always wrote that sort of relationship with characters, and read books about it -- Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, anyone?

So yeah! Can't wait to hear your answers.

Um....well, it all kinds depends, I'm sure. Some people get along perfectly with their siblings as friends. I have a sister who is a little younger than me and we've always been very close friends as well as siblings, so we hang out and so on because we have similar interests. So I would say having a sibling for me is great, because no matter what I always have someone there who shares my interests, can get along with me (though we have our share of minor spats, what friend or sibling doesn't, really?), someone I can enjoy hanging out with. Not sure if that makes sense...I'm not great at explaining things. I guess it's different for different people. Some get along great with their siblings, some see their siblings as close friends, some people can't stand their siblings.

I was born the eldest sibling, and I guess it can be both fulfilling but also annoying. As I was in my adolescence, it was fine. But as I hit my teen years, all the hormones and shit made me start to resent them. I'd always pick on them, and they'd constantly be annoying me. There were days I'd wish they were dead. And I'm pretty sure there were times that they wanted me dead. I wouldn't be surprised if they resented me, I really was a dick most of the time. When my mother got sick, that's really when I began to crack down on them the hardest. I feel bad for it now, but I just needed a way to sort of vent. I know now that's not what they needed at all in that situation, and I ultimately made it harder on them. I began to distance myself from them, and once my mother died, instead of going to live off with a foster family with them, I chose to live on my own. I miss em a lot, but there's really nothing I can do to correct it at this moment. Maybe when I get myself back onto my feet I'll be able to fix things up with them, I really feel bad for sort of being that shitty brother that was always tearing them down for no reason.

Not to say I was always the big bad bro. I had my moments, there were times I had loads of fun with them and was glad I wasn't on my own. I guess that's the fulfilling part it in all. That no matter how bad I was to them, they always seemed to tolerate me and be there for me if I needed them.

Well.. I am kind of in your shoes but.. part way not.. For my whole life i have lived without siblings besides older cousins and such but I do have older "half" siblings that had different mothers from me. When we were younger we would see each other a lot and hang out but after a while my dad and their mother got angry so their mother would start bad talking my dad so now they all pretty much resent my dad but everyonce and a while for stuff like Christmas or birthdays. It is nice to see them but its like.. they dont really like my dad so i dont see why we should even meet since.. we arent really family like people should be.

Two days ago, my youngest sister took me out for all-you-can-eat sushi. She paid. We stopped by Chapters after, and she got herself a handful of books from the philosophy section. There's no way she'll ever get through her already massive pile of books to actually read them.

Yesterday I was happy to receive a message from my older brother that he and his wife just received their Christmas gifts in the mail. When I was in Vancouver a few months ago, they were generous and let me stay at their house a few times. She's a native of China, and he loves the cuisine, so every night they cooked authentic Chinese. My brother plays Starcraft 2 when he can find time to play anything. When he used to live here, he ran a D&D campaign, and I'd always play with him and his friends. He gives really annoying advice, mostly because years later I wish I'd followed it.

Tomorrow I'm going to my youngest sister's townhouse to watch some Dragonball Z, and then we're out with a couple of her friends to see the New Years Eve fireworks. The other sister is out of the country right now with her girlfriend, visiting my dad. My sisters still fight like they did when they were 5 and 8.

Anyway, New Years day, I'm having dinner with my best friend -- he's in town for the week -- and his parents. I don't consider myself to be especially gullible or anything, but he's able to convince me of practically anything, 9 times out of 10. Also, since he now lives in the same city as my brother, the two of them hang out once in a while.

I have a younger brother and no other siblings. I am about four and a half years older than him.


I would say that when I was younger from five to about ten or eleven I thought he was awesome from what I remember. He didn't do a whole lot but then everyone is excited about having a younger brother. Then from about eleven or tweleve to around eighteen I would say we started to get at each other pretty bad. I would always hate him for any little thing he did, I thought he was always annoying and he bothered me all the time even when he wasn't doing anything. I often would end up picking on him too and just being a dick to him. He deserved it sometimes because I would get blamed for everything in the house even when it was his fault (He later learned how miserable it was to get blamed because he was the only one in the house.) But this wasnt how it was all the time. We would have our moments where we got a long and had a good fun time together playing video games or just going outside and hanging out.

But I would say the majority of the time the two of us were at each others throats.

Then when I was eighteen I left for college and didn't really see him as much only maybe once a month and then during the holidays. So whenever we were around each other we never fought and I had kind of noticed that he had grown up a bit and that when I was younger and thought he was being annoying he was really just trying to follow me and do what I do because he looks up to me. So we started to become pretty good friends I would say.

Then I joined the military at 19 and ended up being gone for around 7 months training and then came home for about 4 months. During that time I wasn't able to go back to school and I ended up not getting a job because I found out I was going to be deployed within 4 months. So I just spent my time at home or with friends and I never really fought with my brother anymore. We were really just like really good friends that were related. Now I am 20 and I still feel the same way. He also wants to join the military as well and often comes to me asking questions about what I have done in my life and choices I have made. We also share a lot of the same interests so I love being with him.

So basically it went like this:
My age| How we interacted
0-12: Who is this new guy in my family, he seems interesting.
13-17: I will destroy you.
18-20: Your alright, lets be friends.

They say that the more years there are between siblings, the harder it is for them to connect like a 7 year old and a 15 year old don't really share many common grounds.

My brother and I are one year apart, I'm the oldest. When we were younger, I always resented him because I felt that he was "The Favorite." He teased me a lot and I found him extremely irritating which lead to a few fist fights that resulted in me getting yelled at for "being emotional" and resenting him more.

It wasn't until I busted his mouth open with a controller that we actually stopped fighting and got along better. I don't know what happened but we never fought that way again. I'm now 23 and he's 22, we've only had two verbal arguments in the past decade and we're pretty close.

I love my brother and as much as he drives me crazy with his farting, snots, wrestling, making people name five cereals, I wouldn't change him for anything. :)

i have an older brother who is annoying, moody and competitive. But there is something about the brotherly bond that makes me care about him. Usually no matter how much i hate him i still care about him a lot. I suppose with siblings there is always a sort off special connection that i always try to include in my writing. No matter how un-friendly you or your sibling are there will always be something that keeps you connected through thick and thin.