[@HeySeuss]I spent the past few hours putting this together from scratch.  I should eat breakfast.


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[B]Name:[/b]  Renaissance Piper
[B]Age:[/b]  24
[B]Gender:[/b]  Male
[B]Birthplace:[/b]  Black Rock Desert, Nevada
[B]Instruments played:[/b]  Rock Organ, Keyboard, Synthesizer, Piano
 
[B]Physical Description:[/b]  He stands six feet tall and is incredibly thin and long-limbed, with curly black hair which falls halfway down his back, large and perfect white teeth, and dull hazel eyes that seem to never quite focus on anything in front of him.  He has Marfan's Syndrome, which gives him extremely long, thin limbs and fingers, which is an advantage when he plays the organ.  Informal wear tends to consist of t-shirts, cargo pants, and sandals, all black, with a lot of black leather accessories like arm guards and collars.  On stage, he wears a full-body black leotard, completely wrapped in a rainbow of long silk scarves that make him look like a long-haired peacock.  He may switch out some colors if he wants to lean towards a certain shade, but otherwise it's his iconic look.  His scarf collection is rumored to number in the thousands.



[B]Skillset:[/b]  He has little knowledge of musical notation or terms.  Ask him to find middle C on a keyboard and he'll stare at you blankly.  He plays by “communing with the infinite,” as he calls it, usually by waiting for his band mates to work out a basic song structure before filling it in with rock organ.  Other times, he goes off on his own, spending days locked in his music room making strange and unearthly music; he returns with hours of weird and nearly impossible organ sounds, most of which is not fit for humanity.  Some of it, though, is so beautiful, so awesome, so ROCKIN, that it had to be included in the band's album.

He is a genius-level mathematician but probably doesn't realize it.  Going without a drink for too long makes him see numbers floating in the air and freaks him out.



[B]History:[/b]  Ren was born to a pair of spaced-out former hippie punks.  His parents were part of many popular music genres throughout the past few decades; hippies in the 60s, punks in the 70s, New Wave fans in the 80s, and even grunge in the 90s.  In 1992 they thought they were part of a spontaneous hippie commune, but they just happened to be wandering the desert in north Nevada when Burning Man happened.  During Burning Man, Renaissance Piper happened.  Birthed by a three-hundred-pound midwife in combat boots named Daisy, he slid into a world covered in sand and filled with colorful freaks.

His parents loved him, but didn't understand him.  While they were pushing him to connect with the world and “commune with the infinite space-time cognizance,” he would be in his room listening to Rachmaninov.  Public school was uneventful and he made no friends and found little to enjoy besides the time he spent alone playing piano.

He has had no formal piano training besides one course he took at a community college.  His instructor, an incredibly tiny and shriveled old woman, told him he had excellent rhythm but needed discipline to focus his talents.  When she started assigning letters to the keys, he gave up and quit the class. 

After graduating high school at the very middle of his class, he took a number of odd jobs ranging from dishwasher to bank teller to assistant snake wrangler and eventually drunken busker.  One fateful night, with his face stuck to the counter at a nightclub by his own inebriated drool, he was awakened by the sound of a guitar coming from somewhere near the stage.  A sound that filled him with inexplicable desire and shot fire through his soul...

And then he was kicked out by security for being wasted.  Disappointed and disenchanted, he spent the next day wandering his small Nevada town until he noticed a flier for a rock band.  Members wanted.  Ren wasn't sure if most rock bands had keyboardists, but considering what the previous night had made him feel, he figured it was worth a shot.



[B]Psychological Profile:[/b]  Says he suffers form a debilitating mental condition known as “Knurd,” the opposite of Drunk.  He is naturally extremely sober and too in-touch with reality, and must have several stiff alcoholic drinks every morning just to function like a normal human being.  He insists it's a real thing.  Really.

He is generally a very happy and friendly person, but very introverted.  Although he does have a legion of fans and apparently a very active sex life, he would rather spend time playing music alone than going out partying.  The only people he has ever really connected with are his band mates.

When questioned about his sexual preferences, he will exclaim loudly to everyone nearby that he is “OMNISEXUAL except not interested in women.”



[B]Equipment:[/b] 
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[*]Hammond Sk-1
[*]Roland AX-Synth (black, left-handed)
[*]Custom-made dual-manual pyrophone with nearly a hundred organ stops
[*]Over a thousand silk scarves in a large number of colors and patterns
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[b]Yes, and:[/b]  Claus is many things Ren is not.  He has a very outward and even crude personality, is extremely successful at a wide variety of things, and speaks with a British accent.  Strangely, Ren appreciates the uncomplicated manner in which Claus approaches life.  He's an absolute hedonist and singular force of nature, sure, but Claus lets nothing get in the way of his deepest desires.  Claus calls him “hippie freak” and Ren calls him “drunken asshole.”  They have an understanding.
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