I was born as Ivana Vacek in Slovakia to a fairly well-to-do family with two brothers. I was apparently quite intelligent (I think that my initial stat was 72) fairly strong and athletic, and quite beautiful (81 for appearance). I was decidedly upset almost throughout my entire life, though; only in old age did I become a more jolly individual. Both of my parents held down their jobs, and we were financially slightly above the worldwide average. Both of my brothers went to college, joined the army, got married, and then moved out.
I got my first job as a cabinet maker at sixteen years old, got married at eighteen, and subsequently moved out. My husband and I lived quite comfortably for nine years in a decent home before having a baby. By the next year, we had enough cash (100,000 of whatever currency is used in Slovakia) to emigrate to the US. Since the northwest is the only part of the US worth a damn, we moved to Tacoma, Washington. My husband got a decent job as a laborer while I managed to snag a job as a mechanic. Around this point, I started to invest by putting most of my money in a bank account, and splitting the remaining money between mutual funds and medium-risk stocks. It turns out that that was a good idea, as my income from my investments soon became enough that I didn't have to work. However, being the hard-working individual that I am, I got a job as a police detective (at this point I was in my mid-thirties).
However, all was not well. My idiot kid was just that, an idiot, and was incapable of doing anything on his own, and thus the brat stayed at home, leeching off of me and my husband until he was almost thirty years old. Speaking of my husband, the guy was a jackass that beat me up several times during the course of our marriage. Since I was making almost five times as much as him, I left the fucker around the age of fifty. I had something like six million dollars saved up, too, so I could live as lavishly as I wanted. Also around this time, I had a stroke that would slowly degrade my health for the rest of my life. Oh, and both of my parents died within a year of one another, and one of my brothers died of senile dementia. Oh, and the other brother's wife committed suicide because of schizophrenia.
Anyway, things had slowed down considerably now. I was getting fairly steady raises at work, but I eventually had to retire from my job at sixty-two years old. At this point, my investments kept bringing me in millions dollars, and eventually, in the couple of years before my death of some opportunist infection at sixty-eight years of age, due to some sort of investment fuck-up, I had over one hundred million dollars in my back account.
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