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| β | Michael was an upper middle class suburban kid. He played video games, smoked weed, dressed like a skater, and hated almost everyone. Fairly typical. But what set Michael apart was that he was a bona fide programming genius. He started out modding Quake and ended up writing a file sharing protocol that earned him threatening letters from several companies. It also earned him a spot at Harvard. There he met the folks with whom over the next four years he would found, expand, and then eventually sell a social networking website. After the sale Michael decided to get into venture capital and became interested by the financial world. He began traveling around to colleges, partying with fellow computer science geeks and seeing who was doing cool shit that a rich investor might be interested in while. Most of these investments led to nothing, but a couple ended up being big enough that he can comfortably use the 'B' word to describe himself. It was on one of these trips, his first to New Orleans, that he caught the eye of an opportunistic Ventrue and, well, he hasn't seen a sunrise since.
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