A dictator is not born as such but is raised.
When a frustrated Italian boy, let’s call him Livio, doesn’t get the wanted attention as an artist after years of glueing stuff together he desperate tries alternative directions.
Wear a gorilla suit and pose as a musician, lick the ass of some other musicians in an attempt to be added to a collective and pose on social media as a moral compass.
When that all leads to nothing the only option is to stand out by putting other people down. Volunteer as a caretaker, make sure you get the banning rights and slowly start to eliminate the free spirits who make you look like a pain in the ass. The more free spirits you succeed to eliminate, the bigger the space for your own megalomaniac buildings and slowly you can start to decide what is right and what is wrong. Now you only have to wait till the old queen dies so you can take over all. And when that takes too long there are always options with a little help from your friends!