I will not follow in my father's footsteps.

I will create something for myself.

My father doesn't want me to be a failure him.



I will create something for myself.


I'm flying back to Australia next week to visit Peter, but I haven't told Cory. I haven't told anyone. I'll tell Cory I'm going to LA to visit an old friend, but that's not true. It's business. The break... it wasn't as clean as it looked. I didn't just drop every piece of my old life, let Browning take over the broken shell company.

I'm still involved. But the tie is silent, and I don't plan on being legitimate anymore. I have a mind groomed for business, I'd be a fool to give it all up. I love building. I love architecture. I love the control. I love the control of leading a board meeting, though, too. The rush of being able to demolish and create dream worlds rivals only the rush of being able to demolish and create this real world. This reality.

Now I just have to not lose touch.

In other news, romantic/personal life is kind of a mess, but I'm really putting an effort in to not caring. Business as usual.

 
"Hey, this is Robert Fischer, formerly of Fischer Enterprises. If this is about company business, you've got the wrong number, and you probably stopped reading Wall Street Journal several months back. Otherwise, just... leave me a message at the tone." 



(Please specify in your subject headline if it's a text message, voicemail, or an email! ♥)

Name: Robert Michael Fischer.
Official Title: The Architect In-Training
Age: 30.
Totem: An expensive pen engraved with the company information, given to him by his father.

Physical Appearance:

Robert is just past thirty, but he likes to tell himself, every morning, he doesn't look it. He has medium brown hair that has, in recent months, gotten a bit long, but he absolutely refuses to cut it. Especially not now. Not ever, if he has his way, with his father gone and a life to live, he gets to decide exactly how long or short he wants his hair, what he wants to wear (suits be damned now).

He has bright blue eyes that helped him get a lot of places he needed to go, fitting well with his fair skin. He is of average height, not necessarily towering over anyone or planning to play in the NBA anytime soon, but he's never felt particularly anxious about his height either. He rarely wears any jewelry and has no tattoos.

Personality:

Robert is learning to slow down and take life for what it -could- be, instead of what it is. It could be everything he ever wanted, everything he'd ever imagined, and he's just figuring out how to handle that, given the loss of the plan laid out before him- to take over his father's business and become a sorry mimic, a soulless shape of a man like Maurice was.

Because of the circumstances, he's finally catching up to who he was as a teenager, before he lost that glow, before he willingly surrendered it to be everything he thought he needed to be. He's generally quiet, fully aware he knows very little of what the rest of them know, and keeps to himself, feeling on the outside still, like an intruder. Sometimes, that works to his disadvantage, as he'll keep silent instead of voicing objections or worries, for fear it will ostracise him further.


Brief History:

Robert was born fairly lucky, according to most, set to inherit the massive empire of his father's business when it was time. But no child wants to be an entrepreneur. No child wants to... well, wants to go without. Go without a father, go without a normal life. Go without anything but the manifesto laid out for you. He was an accomplished artist, in secret, and even applied to a prestigious art academy after high school. He was invited. He never accepted.

He knew he couldn't accept.

He got a business degree at a school his dad bought him into, and set about to learn the family trade. Everything changed when Maurice got sick. Robert prepared to take over the world his father would leave behind, but something nagged at him. And then, one day, right after his dad finally died, on a seemingly innocent flight to Los Angeles, it hit him. He knew what he had to do.

The only thing was, the team wasn't as flawless with the implantation as they thought they had been.