Also, this does beg the question: is your entire family made up of fantasy archetypes? So far we've got the hulking, bearded barbarian crouched at his wilderness campfire (and probably smelling vaguely of fish); the flaxen haired Valkyrie, crushing her enemies beneath the hooves of her might charger; the noble matriarch, machining the politics of the kingdom and bending the will of the peasantry to her whim...

I've got an image of your Dad as a bespectacled scholar sitting in a dusty library somewhere mumbling about the coming chaos. He probably has pointy ears.