Flavio

Flavio

His life has never been that of an ordinary man.

He grew up in an extremely rich family, with a silver spoon in his mouth.

His father owned one of the biggest chemical companies and wanted him to take his place someday. Flavio never disagreed but there was really stressed him out. He didn’t want to become powerful and famous because of his father and one of the things that make him furious is having people tell him so. He wanted to acquire power by himself.

Thus, he decided to leave his hometown, buy a (relatively) small apartment and enter the university, incognito.

However, rumors travel faster than light. Soon, half of the university knew who he was, although he had asked his friend not tell anyone. He ended up surrounded by lots and lots of people pretending they don’t know his identity, pretending they are his best friends, pretending…. All this pretentiousness really pissed him off. He never had real friends, nobody ever talked to him with sincerity about himself, he didn’t even know if he deserved the grades at school or university.

Inside him, this made him really depressed but others never took notice, as he could hide it elaborately. He was always the social, positive and optimistic type on his outsides. He talked to everyone and anyone could be useful to him in the future. His feelings didn’t really matter…. His career came first and his goal was to prove he deserved it. Though, there were three persons that were very important to him.

One day, in a crisis of depression, he left his home and visited a bar outside the city, where he made what he called a sentimentally filling acquaintance. He was a well dressed tall and muscular type who told him he owned the bar. He was there every night, sitting in a corner watching people come and go. He seemed to detect some secret potential inside him, and that was extremely pleasing since he had never told him who he was. They would talk about business, sciences, the paranormal, religion, politics… anything in existence…. and the man seemed to be wary of everything. Flavio wandered how this man hadn’t become something important.

Returning from the bar, at about two in the morning, he decided to go for a long walk and contemplate on what he had discussed. He walked around a small hill, when he noticed a light somewhere on it and he started walking towards it. It was a beautiful woman, painting the view in front of a palette. She had brought a lamp and a small portable cassette player playing chamber music. She was the most gorgeous being he had ever seen in his life. Long raid hair, deep blue eyes, simple but elegant clothing, fine shaped body and rich breasts, smooth white skin. Her paintings were brilliant, she was obvious a talented artist (if not a super model). She also had a great sense of humor and a sharp tongue and he always liked her company. He wondered if she could feel anything about him…

And then there was that teacher of his… It was the only man that didn’t seem to care about his identity, although he obviously knew it (everyone knew it in the university, after all). He was driving him hard and he would always point out his mistakes and weaknesses. The labs were a great experience with that professor. He always felt his eye watching him, ready to show him his mistakes but also ready to discuss his questions and troubles… always on the subjects… For him, he was something he could never reach. A cold, strict professional. A perfectionist. The archetype of scientist.

Those three persons drew his guidelines and gave him the power to go on ahead, ignoring all the hollow flatterers he used to mingle with, all those who bored him and distressed him under his pleasant façade. Soon, he would discover that there is a society where his name and money would mean nothing and where his own deeds alone would define him and make him rise in their eyes… just like he always wanted…

Equipment: (carried) portable pc, cellular phone, books and financial newspapers, credit cards, blinding spray for defense.

Equipment: (owned) home computer, hi fi, BMW, lots of books on many scientific fields.

Apartment:  first floor, small kitchen and bathroom, big living room and bedroom, a small room with lab equipment, a garage on the ground floor.