Tenor

He used to be known as Antigone, but Tenor goes by many names in his work with potential heroes. With Rook and Collie, he was called Rain.

Roughly 200, he's beginning to lose count.

June 6th (Gemini)

Trans male (he/him)

Bisexual

Muse

Demigod

White European, specifically German. He's even got a bit of an accent.

He's in a polycule with two of his charges, Rook and Collie.

He was raised by his biological mother Shanley, an emotionally and psychologically abusive woman who frequently took out her frustrations and worries on him, and her husband, Cydare, who knew Tenor wasn't his and thus treated him very coldly. Tenor's biological father, Hanga, is a god of illusions and creativity, but he is nowhere to be found. Tenor doesn't think that bothers him, but he's got some words in case he ever runs into his dear old pop.

Tenor takes the form of a tall man topping out at about six feet tall with a softly sculpted figure and one of those long, pointed noses he's always thought looked cool. Something about him, between his hair, to his alabaster skin, seems impossibly beautiful - and it is most certainly impossible! He uses his godly powers to present the way he wants to rather than seeing sex reassignment and hormone therapy. His appearance now is more or less permanent, he has to actively work to change it into something else.

He can come off a bit intimidating and detached from human affairs and emotions, but he is actually very empathetic and compassionate. He really wants to learn how to understand people a little more. Maybe he's a little too empathetic, actually, because he literally feels what other people feel at times whether or not he understands why they feel that way. His empathy hurts him sometimes, seeing other people suffer makes him suffer, even physically, in the form of migraines and uncontrollable crying depending on how bad it all is. Beyond that, he is deeply optimistic about human(oid)s and mortals, and their capacity to achieve great things, their resilience in the face of hardship. However, when something goes wrong on a journey of his with his champions, no matter how small the problem is, he tends to get extremely stressed and hide somewhere for a minute or two, just screaming into his hands and venting his anxiety on paper. When he isn't disguised as another person entirely, he is a bit of a flirt.

Raised as a human by an abusive, unloving, distant human family, Tenor (then still responding to his given birth name, Antigone) never exactly felt like he belonged anywhere near his home town. Since he began puberty, he started truly realizing that he'd never felt like a girl even once in his life, he just thought he did because he was told over and over that that is what he was. As soon as he was old and experienced enough to fend for himself, he left home and decided to try living in the town beyond the Calendula, a dangerous pass full of dark caves, orcs, goblins and... Fireflies. Feeling as if he had nothing to lose, he tried to brave the Calendula alone - and found, under the wilderness' moon, that there was more to him than he at first realized. Over quite some time, he began to realize that he could change his shape at will - or, more specifically, he could SEEM like he was shapeshifting - and he had an ability much like mind-reading. He had almost complete control over the perception of others... And in the beginning, he regarded his power with a dangerous giddiness. This and his experience with hunting for food at home was how he protected himself from the monsters of the Calendula, who regarded him, the man who would leave dismembered, disemboweled corpses of their best warriors on their doorstep, as somewhat of a demon. Or a god. He quite liked the ring of being called a god, though he wasn't aware that he had divine blood at the time. Building a reputation for himself on his history of violence and sadism, he began to start messing with human travelers who now thought the Calendula was safe to travel through. He didn't even care about the town beyond the pass. The Calendula was his kingdom now. He would gleefully burrow into these travelers' minds without them knowing and figure out what they were most afraid of, and play those scenes out with frightening accuracy - and he wouldn't have much more sense than to laugh when he realized their minds had broken, and they genuinely wished for death. Sometimes he'd grant that wish. Sometimes he wouldn't. Antigone began to grow far more clever, and far more creative in his "games", he had invented a town of his own and would weave tales of mysterious deaths and disappearances, drawing travelers near so they could essentially live out his story. Because it was dark. Because it was gruesome. Because it was so, so much fun, seeing them learn Antigone's final lie, that he himself was the villain of the story, that he committed all those murders, that he burned down the town and destroyed the minds of everyone in it. Of course he didn't. But isn't it fun to pretend? That look on their faces when you've got their unquestioning belief in you is just the best. But one traveler in particular, named Kinoko, proved much too much for his games. Her mind was stronger than all those before her, she paid much more attention to his story, she saw the out-of-place threads and pulled them, unraveling the entire ruse. And how she scolded him... Antigone had never felt any remorse before Kinoko scolded him. But here was this human woman, screaming at him, face bright red, saying this and that about fetishizing the suffering of mortals, you big pathetic bully, et cetera, et cetera... In just a matter of minutes, it seemed that Kinoko unraveled Antigone himself. Her words grew harsher, more and more personal, and she unpacked just about everything motivating Antigone to be so sadistic and cruel in her righteous anger. And she wasn't even a goddess. She was just a human. When she finally left him, in a similar state in which he left his victims before her, Antigone figured... Something was probably wrong here. He had probably done something wrong. He had probably done a lot of things wrong. Oh Gods. He had probably. Not done a single good thing since he was a child... After several weeks of this borderline-catatonic, remorseful despair, in which Antigone would not move a muscle or speak to anyone or weave any more terrible stories, he was approached by a mysterious woman who told him that he could do some good in this world, that he could make everything up to humanity if she would just come with him and do exactly what she told him. Though he was hesitant and took some time to think about this choice, this woman became his manager and he became her little worker bee - a muse, who joins heroes on their quests to save the world, protects them from harm, strengthens their resolve, and shows them their worth.

Nighttime, fireflies, luxurious things, blood (yes, still, much to his shame), dogs, helping people, building things, gardening

Hot afternoons, cramped towns, feeling rejected or disapproved of, when things go wrong under his authority, being rushed or coerced into something

Mind-reading, perception-bending, physical strength, intelligence, compassion, confidence

Anxiety, hyperempathy, how much he cares deep down of what others think of him

He has two other canon AU selves running around out there.

Accordion in the Golden Setting Sun - ■P [MEIKO]