Rich nice guys? Unfortunately, they're lacking in this world.
Job:
>>"I work as the CEO of a toy company. The company used to be in military weapons and such, but since my father died, I have changed it into something a bit... Ah, different."
Hobbies:
>>"Math and art are usually two things that are separate in the real world, but on occasion, they come together. I paint, draw, sketch, and ect, and solving equations and such are two of my favorite pastimes. Along with reading books when I get the chance.
Interests:
>>"I have a fondness for music, the designing of toys, and sculpting, even though I can't do any of them. I am also interested in the inner workings of a child's brain and how they think things through."
>>"I was a normal rich kid, you know? But I was just like you as well, only with many more eyes on me. I ate paste, played with toys, licked things, and was curious about the world. Most of all, I loved to play with toys. Not just the GI Joe figures, nerf guns or toy cars, but with the little house set ups, the occasional barbie (my older sister had a huge collection.) and just about every other toy you can think about.
My father wanted me to be the military man. Big, buff, scary, ect. And on the other hand, my mother wanted me to be sensible, kind and not scary. I don't really know how they were able to get along in the first place to have me or my sister, but every time we ate dinner together or did anything with our whole family, it was a chaos that could not be explained. It wasn't arguments between me and my sister, but between my father and my mom.
Needless to say, I was a mother's boy. She stayed home while my father went out to work in the big bad world, to tend me and my older sibling. We could afford a nanny- countless ones actually- but she insisted on caring for us and raising us as we grew older.
My father was a scary man, and he ran a business that made weapons and such that would be shipped around the world to be used for many terrible things. i resented him for that, but soon I learned that I cannot have a conversation with him.
He died when I was seventeen and attending school. Surprisingly enough, he left me everything.
And when I say everything, I mean everything. The company, the money, the reputation, the power. Honestly, I was scared of it. And I ran from it for many years during college until I couldn't;t escape it. They were expecting a man, but instead they got a boy, so they tossed me to the side and replaced me with a scary man.
I didn't object, so instead they allowed me to branch off to a more ironic side of the company. They offered to let em do anything I want and after a moment's worth of thinking, I managed to come up with the idea of making a toy making branch of the company. They were skeptical at first, but soon figured that if it would shut me up, then I could do it.
In short, the rest of this story would include how I made contracts,. became a bit famous and actually started to make something of myself.
Up until that one point where the limo-driver had passed out from a seizure and hit a girl in another car... Causing a terrible accident..."
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