[ ] Wilbur Ashton: A former businessman. THE former businessman: in the fifties you had made a name for yourself, serving on not one, not two, but three different boards of directors. Back in the day, you had been a shark, always on the look for your next meal, always hungry, always eating, eating, eating.
The past decade had humbled you. It started with your son dying: brain tumor. Inoperable. All your money, all your power, and you couldn't save them. You had spent most of your fortune trying to do something, anything, but twelve months after his diagnosis, you had been forced to watch him be lowered into the ground, only in his thirties.
Most would have retired, but you couldn't, you wouldn't. You still tried to ply your business, but your heart wasn't in it, not any more, and your financial standing plummeted. Once, you had been a billionaire. Now, you were just well off. Then came the next disaster: your grandson, who had enlisted a year prior, had been shot, killed in action.
It turned out his armor was faulty. The experts you hired, at no small expense, came to the conclusion that had it not crumpled due to subpar materials, your grandson would still be alive. You had tried to sue, of course, only to get your case dismissed due to the company being deemed "of strategic importance".
You retired, of course. One loss was crushing. Another was destroying. But it wouldn't be the last time fate had decided to push you off a cliff. Two years ago, you had gotten a check up. Turns out cancer ran in the family.
Unlike your sons, it wasn't terminal. They succeeded in cutting out the two golfball shaped orbs, causing severe damage to your brain and spinal column, but you had survived, mind still sharp, but body ravaged by the surgery and the treatments that preceded it. The doctors told you you'd never walk again.
The day you received the news of your appointment, you had been drinking, the wine you were drinking to cope making you consider rolling your wheelchair off the grand canyon. It had been hesitant, your decision, but maybe, before the end, you could try to do some good. Settle some debts.
Gain +2 Business Die, [NATIONALIZATION] tagged projects receive +8 to their die.
Gain Mandate: Nationalize one Medical Corporation and Military Corporation within a year.
Complication: This director will receive, every year, a health roll. Should it fail, he dies. Odds may be improved through researching certain technologies.
