this bio is the longest fucking thing im so done with it

20/M/6'1 Once upon a time there lived a beautiful young man with ivory skin, pale hair and eyes that nearly looked purple. His mother was frightened that the beautiful skin of her son would get ruined by harsh sunlight, as she was suffering from a skin condition herself. And so she made him cover up and wear several veiled hats as well as stay inside every day the sun was out. She even went to such great lengths as to force him into home-schooling.
He spent his days learning many things and became quite the intelligent young man, however that wasn’t enough for his mother as her son had to be able to impress her guests and comfort her when she was sad. And as such he mastered the piano. The piano was the only thing that brought him joy in the monotone life he had been forced to lead. He devoted himself to music entirely and learned the anatomy of the piano.
And one day, he decided that he would love his mother so much more if she was a piano as well. So he made her into one and played his beautiful songs on the keys made from her polished bones.
But once he had made one and discovered the beauty of its sound he could not stop and one by one he plucked his victims to create the perfect sound. He got rid of the remains, the parts of the corpse he did not need, by placing them in velvet sacks and dumping them in rivers.
As such he’s caused quite a ruckus in the media, however he is very displeased with the nickname the media has given him. “The Velveteer” to him, sounds crude and doesn’t suit him at all. He’s continued to wear dark clothes that cover nearly every inch of his skin apart from the face. However the veiled hats are only donned on especially sunny days.