Sire: Corsunava (No Last Name)

Dam: Cassiopia (No Last Name)

Siblings: Sevrana :fl (Deceased), Caliion :ml (Deceased), Cavorforn :ml (Believed to be alive)

Personality: Even while giving of a noble air, Constantine can easily be the biggest jack ass one might ever meet. It's not that he's stuck up; he just likes to do things in his own way. Extremely brilliant and (unfortuneately) equally headstrong, Constantine can be both an asset and a nuisance at the same time. He is quite the gentleman though. When he wants to be. It depends on whether he believes the other he is with is worthy of his politeness.

Constantine, or Const, is easy to piss off and so much harder to calm down. Once you get him started, he just doesn't stop. If he doesn't like something, he will speak up about it. He enjoys speaking his mind whether it will get him in trouble or not. He will never act stupid or foolish. Always dilligent and regal, while still conforming to the laws.

Appearance: Constantine is the size of an average wolf. His legs, belly, and underside of his tail and jaw are purest white; the rest of him is mostly black and deep, dark grey. He has amber yellow eyes and gives off a noble and regal air. Quick on his feet and amazingly strong (or stubborn), Constantine is one you don't want to go up against. He has amazing battle skills if he's in the right mind set. Which is more often then not.

A set of wings sits on his back. One is full and beautiful. The other is tattered and torn. Angel and Demon. Some have called him the Fallen One. Others have called him the Untainted Child. He prefers one name. And that is his name. Constantine.

Weakness:His weakness? Why, it's so hard to tell because he is most often reserved with his actions. But if you converse with him, just for a little while, you might see that his weakness lies in the fact that he has everything and nothing. He wanted death before Luna saved him. He wanted to live a life of fullness and joy after he was saved. He talks little about his past, himself, or anything else about his life. He keeps to himself, bottling up every little thing, and sooner or later, just like with anything, too much will be too much and he will suffer in a way like no other. He will deteriorate from the inside out and abort to kill himself.

He's already tried once. Can you stop him?

History: None just yet.

Mate: None

Pup(s): None

Sample RP:A fae of ebony hue strode across the boarders into a new land. She knew that someone owned this place, it reeked of someone else’s scent. She didn’t mind, in fact she was glad that her paws had carried him to a new land. This way she could start over, erase the rumors that followed her name or create new ones. Either way, she didn’t care. It was all just a game to her. Introduce yourself, settle down and become comfortable with pack life, make one faulty error, pay for it later. That’s right. She would slip up, but she wouldn’t leave without a fight and plenty of bloodshed. she never did. That wasn’t the way she worked.

She supposed that she should have lifted her maw, let the Alpha or Alphess know that she had crossed their lands. The fae knew better. You don’t howl. You let them find you. They are the alpha, they are supposed to be impressive. They know if you have ventured into their lands. Or at least any good alpha would. It was sort of like a test. A test to see whether or not they were worthy enough to have her in their pack.

Blood Red eyes flickered through the lands, trying to catch the slightest hint of movement. The female was larger than your normal wolf and she used that to her advantage. It made her more stable and the fact that she had speed to match her strength made her harder to track down when she wasn’t trying to give herself away. She preferred not to use brute strength either. One often became clumsy when they put all of their force into a blow. Usually they would lose balance or become unstable if they didn’t hit their marks. This fae was used to that, she would much rather doge the attacks and wear out the enemy. That way she could come in and finish them off using wits and pure skill. Still, she had won the countless scars strewn across her ebon body, though they were hardly visible through her thick coat.

Plume swished lazily behind her as she waited for the Alpha to arrive. A yawn escaped her maw and, becoming bored, she picked up her feet carrying her further into the borderlands. There was no since in staying still if she could explore the lands that she might one day be a part of.


"...Into your worst nightmare."