I'll never wear your broken crown

Character: Ren Solitaire
Residence: Apartment in a Neighbourhood Townhouse
Employment: Secondhand Books & Cafe

Player name: Sabrina
Timezone: Pacific

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25th Jan, 2019


About Ren


NAME Ren Solitaire
AGE 29
DOB October 27

HEIGHT 6'02"
BUILD Tall, Muscular
HAIR Black
EYES Brown

JOB Barista, Secondhand Books & Cafe
HOUSING Neighborhood.

Abilities & Skills

  • Best Macchiato in Repose
  • Significant knowledge of literature & plays.
  • Magician, specialties in telekenesis & emotional intuition.
  • Director, Actor of theatre
  • Ren Solitaire isn't his real name, but good luck getting his real name out of him, anyone in Repose. He used it in his band back in University in the capital and finds it’s a good enough cover. Ren is a magical human, capable of performing spells for telekinesis, and the ability to intuit emotions, and utilize that in his life. While he has these skills, he doesn’t typically make use of them, preferring to masquerade as a typical human even if he is anything but.

    He has abilities, he has family legacy, both with his mother’s political history, and his grandfather’s theatrical legacy. He has run away to Repose, taking on the Ren Solitare moniker as his own, seeking some time away from his family’s expectations, and perhaps his own fear of failure. While his parents own one of the Lakeside Mansions, they haven't visited it in a good three years, and you couldn’t pay him enough to stay there right now, so he keeps a room in the Motel, Room 211, with some sort of a hole behind his television stand, and dusty window panes in the bathroom. He’s made it home though, pasting up posters, a row of used paperbacks now lines the windowsill under the cracked window. The sun will yellow their pages, but they still feel like home.

    He works in the secondhand bookstore, the only role he plays is one of a cheery barista, recommending literature and theatre to people, and somehow managing to make friends between the macchiatos and the booktalks.

    Connections & Samples

    town connections

    • The over-bearing mother. His politician mother could discover her son's whereabouts, moving back into her lakeside home with the intention to reconnect with her son and commute into the Capital when needed.
    • Bookshop/Coffeeshop colleagues. Work colleagues, particularly someone that Ren could connect with over literature, theatre, and history: Leo Bancroft, Charlie Powell & Ronan Xander.
    • Former theatre school friends. People he went to University with or has performed with in Capital Theaters in the past. He has a close friend who was a tall woman, and an ex with a stormy off-again, on-again, more than likely unhealthy relationship.

    writing sample

    There was a dark spot in the corner of the ceiling directly above the television. Ren was fairly confident that it foretold the possibility of leaking should the weather turn rainy, which it was like to do before the fall was out. He was torn between preemptively moving the television set so he wouldn’t risk coming back to it already destroyed, or finding himself not caring because it wasn’t his television in the first place. For a boy who had stayed in five-star hotels around the room, this was undeniably a step down. He hoped the comforter had been washed in the last year.

    On a whim, he pulled up the corner of it, the sheets and blanket and all, and looked to the mattress underneath. It was stained, and it could be bug infested. Really, he had no way of knowing. The fact that his mother would have assumed bug infestation made him narrow his eyes and put the sheet corner back in. He turned his back on the bed, the dark paneling on the wall that separated the bed from the bath, and from the dark water stain on the ceiling, and instead he crossed to glance out through dusty window panes. If things were bug infested, probably it was no worse than he deserved. His dreams of actually becoming a household name as an actor felt less likely than the chances of water dripping into the ancient television set.

    The parking lot was near empty. An ancient car sat near the manager’s office, and Ren’s own motorbike was outside his room. It was dusk and the light on the motel sign had been turned on. Vacancy - but of course there was: no place like this was likely to ever sell out – and ‘OTEL’. The M was burned out. Ren watched it from dark eyes trying to not see it as some sort of fortune foretold. He’d never believed in that nonsense anyway.

    He pulled the thick drapes over the window and caught a whiff of something that he couldn’t identify but rather hoped to not smell again soon, and walked across to the bed. It would be fine. No bugs. And if there were bugs, then he’d figure out magic to make them disappear. In the meantime, he’d go into town in the morning and see if he could get a job somewhere for the short term until he figured out either sounded like what step he took next. There had to be restaurants, or there was the bookstore if he remembered. Neither sounded like the worst way to fill time while he sorted out his life.


    Family Tree

  • Leah Ogden, mother
  • Hans Ogden, father

  • Andrew Skidmore,
  • Lucas Skidmore, Uncle


    BIRTHPLACE Capital
    SCHOOLING Eton College,
    Windsor, England
    UNIVERSITY University


    Heathcliffe, Wuthering Heights.
    George Gibbs,
    Our Town.
    REPOSE FALL 2018
    Jim O'Connor,
    Glass Menagerie.
  • He was not born Ren Solitaire, this boy who would grow to be in turn passionate, taciturn, thoughtful, and reckless. Born to a politician and a veteran turned respectable business man he was given the name of Benjamin and the weight of impossible expectations. These were expectations that would only deepen as his parents became aware that he showed some aptitude to the magic that was part of the secret family weapon. The magical aptitude would be both a blessing and a curse, a source of worry and control from his mother, and impossible expectation from his Uncle. Ben the child wanted to please them all, desperately, but felt clearly his inability to do so. This uncertainty would shape his actions for most of his young life.

    The toddler grew into a young boy who was expected to show up for political events and company dinners and to stand politely and quietly beside his parents always ready for a photo opportunity and to offer a smile to reporters. In some ways, it was a relief when they sent him to boarding academy in Europe because it got him away from those particular expectations. The boarding academy enrollment might have been to just get rid of him, except for it soon became obvious that they had sent Ben there so that his Uncle could pull him out on weekends. It was his Uncle who gave him training in his magic, having the same magical ability that Ben had, and Ben developed a strong ability for telekinesis and a certain proclivity for picking up emotional resonance. So, while he’d hoped for escape, it turned out that the expectations held, but overall the scrutiny was less and instead of the loneliness of his home, Ben found solace in the ancient dormitories with their tall ceilings, well-worn wall panels, and nooks and crannies where he could disappear from the world.

    And disappear he did, diving into book after book from the school library. In those books, he would find an escape from loneliness and a life that seemed balanced precariously between obscurity and being laid bare in front of millions. When it came to friends, Ben had a difficult time making them. His time spent mostly among adults as a very young boy, meant that he was deeply awkward when it came to other children. While most of the children there shared a background not unlike his – politicians and corporate bigwigs as parents - the magical ability that he couldn’t discuss publicly added an additional complication to friendships. Ben was both afraid to tell people about it, and afraid they might guess it, so he found himself reading books about boys with friendships while any such friendship of his own always seemed out of grasp.

    It was during his high school years that he was to discover the true identity of his maternal grandfather. An actor, the man had given incredible performances, before a series of bad choices had led him into a downward spiral of controversy, scandal, and ultimately a death that was believed to be self-inflicted – but that Ben was told had been the result of magic gone terribly wrong. Despite the controversy, or maybe because of it, Ben found himself watching his grandfather’s films, developing a sudden interest in theater to his parents’ chagrin, and a new dream: He would do what his grandfather hadn’t been able to do. He would do theater, he would make a name, win awards, become recognized as the best actor of his time. And the magic, well, he’d learn how to control that as well. Ben was someone who would be someone known on his own terms and not as his parent’s son.

    It was with some hesitance that he accepted entrance to the University in the Capital. It was far too close to his parents for his comfort, but he was pulled in by a mentor in the drama department who promised him the opportunity to take roles in the theater that he owned in the Capital. Ben completely eschewed the law degree his parents wanted him to study for theatre, an all-black wardrobe, and a punk band. It was during this time that he adopted a stage name, Ren Solitaire, that he would perform under at various locations throughout the Capital.

    Ren wanted to desperately prove that he could live up to the legacy of his grandfather and gaining that recognition was a singular pursuit in the immediate aftermath of concluding his higher education. In pursuit of that goal he was passionate, driven with a daring that was at times almost reckless. He believed absolutely that he had something to offer the world that was special, important, and all his own. In his best moments this was confidence, in his worst moments it was an audacious ego that would step on anyone who dared to side with the fear in his heart that he was not as important or necessary as he would like to believe.

    Those deep insecurities are strains that barely show on the surface, but that color all of his thoughts. In his heart, he doubts whether he can ever be as important as his parents or Uncle, or perhaps most importantly his Grandfather. He is lonely and wants someone to go through life with, but fears rejection and the disruption for his career goals. The truth is that the potential to throw the passion and drive he throws into his work could be thrown into care for another human being – but he would have no guidebook to succeed in such a relationship. While he would eschew it as a weakness, someone who offered him genuine recognition and approval would likely provide him with something he longs for and it would be difficult to push aside.

    Ren has a pessimistic streak that is almost impossible for him to counter. He wants to believe in his own legacy and that there is an achievable greatness, but while he would say that he believes in these ideals, there is at times, a sort of resignation about his actual ability – something that is often enforced by those whom he is typically in contact with. On his own, left to his own devices, he is at times restless, but without the unreliability that threatens his professional societal encounters.

    For all he would groan at his father’s jokes, the apple doth not fall far from the tree and Ren has a dreadful sense of humor that some will not even catch, and those that do will be more likely to eye roll than laugh. Not that most people are likely to catch them because when in a social situation where he is not given the control of the situation, Ren tends towards mumbling. When he isn’t in control of his body (more frequently than he’d like to admit) the restlessness can present itself in nervous motions such as his leg bouncing up and down while he sits, or tapping his fingers on a table.

    On stage, however, he is frequently stunning. Scripts provide him with the social control necessary, and a lifetime of observation, packed on top of his magical ability to intuit emotion, means that he can work an audience in an amazing way.

    He is his own worst self-enemy, however, and doubt can plague him pulling him into spirals that have kept him from breaking out of the smaller theaters and into something bigger. This past summer, when a disastrous performance left him replaced by an understudy with less education and experience than he himself had, Ren threw the towel down in a public fit and he left the Capital for perspective. He arrived in Repose, a town he had once visited every summer as a child, but he had told no one where he was going, nor did he take up residence in his parent’s mansion, choosing instead a motel room and a barista job. Truth be told, he doesn’t know what he’s doing here, except that it has to be a stopover on the way to something a lot better than this.


    He's stayed in Repose longer than he thought he would. What was intended to be a brief stay, accented by his renting out the Motel with its crappy decor, and holes in the wall, by the week, turned into something more permanent as he made friends. There's a part of Ren that thinks he ought to start looking at his theatre more seriously, return to the capital, or maybe go west to Hollywood and give it a try, but he took a chance with his Secret Santa in Christmas of 2017 and asked for someone to go to the theatre with. Thislanded him with a blind date, and a boyfriend for most of the following year, and eventually he decided to try a more permanent spot - an apartment in the neighborhood.

    Perhaps it was the apartment that gave Ren the boost of confidence he needed to do the theatre he'd been wanting to do since he moved here. He started small with a production of The Glass Menagerie, and in so doing got acquainted with more of his people. The performances were more or less bankroled by an anonymous (Leo) donor, and Jeremiah March, who had recently moved to Repose.

    Louis fell through after Halloween, leaving Ren spinning emotionally even as he threw himself into the play and its success. The play succeeded, and he's considering doing more, even as the pull is once again strong to leave and find something else. He's still not certain if Repose is home.

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