I wonder if this thing is still going, *rubs goatee*
Even so, I'll share this wonderful creation, and cross my fingers.
Name: Victor Springs
Age: 39
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Accessories: Snazzy suit, pocket watch, cane(also snazzy hardwood)
Profession: Retired, living off of quickly receeding wealth
Weapon of Choice: Snazzy Cane, homie.
Back story: Son of the twenty-third richest man in the oil buisness, Victor had life easy. Anything he wanted, at his beck and call. Used to getting things his way, he planned to live life easy under his father's protection and provision. When his father told him on his twentieth birthday it was time to earn his living, Victor rebelled. Frustrated, forced out into the world with a degree he was made to get, achieved with the least amount of effort, work was scarce. He pleaded with his father for another shot at school, and he reluctantly agreed. Victor went through again and returned with a education in medicine. He applied for work confidently, and was rejected at every venture. His arrogance turned all interviewers off, despite his training.
Victor fell into poverty, begging for a living. His father lost track of him for fifteen years. When Victor returned, he feigned health and wealth. He had saved up from menial work and bought a white suit. Visiting his father, he spun many lies of his adventures and employment as a brain surgeon. After a long discussion, they shared a drink out on the balcony of Victor's father's mansion. Victor waited until he had turned around, then pushed him over the side, where he fell neatly into the fountain. Blaming a butler for the murder, after some preparation, Victor got away with it. The man went on death row, and his dark secret was eletrecuted. With no knowledge of buisness Victor simply collasped the company, withdrew all the funds, and moved to the USA.
Cutting the money up into severl bank accounts, he decided it would last a long time if he lived simply. He got a cheap apartment and simply furnished it quite richly. With no bills for a large house or exspensive car, he could afford all the five star food and fine wine he wanted. After a while, he grew sick of being "poor" and went on a spree. Four year vacation in Hawaii(how cliche!), a Porsche, a Volvo, and the richest living money could buy, he put his hand into the wallet one day and found it empty. With perhaps a fifth of his father's vast 'patrimony' he got another apartment, to say the least, in Hell.