Constantine Monagona, male

[Constantine]

Disclaimer| Constantine is not 'completely' my character. Avernus herself owns the rights to the character, although some parts I have tampered with (with her permission) and made my own. The GIST of the character is hers, but almost all the detailing is my own ^^'! -gets typing-)

||Out Of Character (General)||

Name| Hayden
Nickname| Inferno

Age| 18, nineteen in May.

Email| Ask for it.

How long have you wolf role played| A year on March the first! ^^ Ok maybe a little more then that but not much.


||General Information (IC)||

Name| Constantine Monagona

Nickname| Connor

Age| Three Springs

Species| Gray Wolf (Also referred to as the Timber Wolf)

Gender| Hassian


||Kinship||

Sire| Corsunava

Dame| Cassiopia

Siblings| Sevrana(Sister-Deceased), Caliion(Brother-Deceased), Cavorforn(Brother-Believed to be alive)

Neices| Nania, and Jenansyta

Nephews| Hanquo, and Lameta

Mate| Believed to have had a lover; Shiekaren (status currently unknown)

Pup(s)| Darlenos(Male), Sentara(female), and Tathar(male) -All three currently reside with their mother and Connor has no recollection of ever becoming a father to three pups, each are within their second year, roughly about a year and six months.

||Appearance||

Constantine is the size of an average wolf, rising about three feet in high his length extends to over four from the tip of his nose to the base of his spine. Lengthy legs are agile and very sturdy, toned and built they're made for speed and endurance. Although his body is usually slumped and head low he still has a massive size. Average for his breed. His tail always lays low on the ground, limp with no sense of rank or important hinted on it. His back, main and head are all dappled in a strange mix of black, white and greys. His legs, belly, and underside of his tail and jaw are a light brown color. 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.

||Character Structure||

Personality|

Connor has a certain amount of qualities that make him so unbearable yet intruiging. Although most could describe him as a royal pain in the rear, others might say he is misunderstood. Constantine has a very noble air to him, walking with researved steps and almost always seeming to be clouded in mystery, this often at times makes him very unpredictable. There's not much he'll let another feed on as he is very secretive. However almost out of character his noble and sacred like nature is very disturbed and knocked out of the way with his confident attitude.

To say the least this guy is very, overly confident, although researved, Connor enjoys to throw his weight around if he needs too. He'll gloat and bask in any victory, whether it be an achieved rank or a simple sucessful hunt and he's not shy to let everyone know just how he achieved the task. Being very outspoken, Constantine will speak his mind willingly and without shame or hesitation. If he has something to say no matter what it might be, he'll be the first to blurt it out. He seems to be under the influence that everyone want his opinions and whether liked or not he'll make sure not to disappoint them. Along with this outspoken attitude comes the delightful tough of bluntness. He won't beat around the bush, if he wants to get a point across, he'll jump right in head first and make sure the other sees his point of view loud and clear.

He's not a stranger to trouble and mix ups so he doesn't fear meeting it head on or even digging for a little on the side. After all, whats so fun about a dull life? Even if he had been given one he'll do anything for amusement. Speaking of self amusement, Connor will amuse himself at anyone's cost, most don't enjoy being around him when he's bored. Not exactly stuck up, but get on his bad side and watch out. Faes aren't on his high priority but since he is cursed to having to dwell on this earth and almost out of character, Connor is a regular ladies man. He's very polite and curteous to them, treating them well and seeing to it they are properly cared for he will do anything for her, that having been a great down fall in his past. Constantine enjoys them but doesn't dwell on it too much, travelling so much there's rarely a time that he'll come across a fae..

Now his attitude gets a little strange, despite all of this, Connor hates life, not his just, but life in general. Having been sorely betrayed when he was young his spirit was and remains broken. He looks for ways to commit his own murder, with each morning he wakes, he hopes and prays that today would be the day it all ended and the pain of living left him in peace. However he has still been disappointed and continues his life as normal longing for the moment Luna takes mercy on his tattered soul and redeems him of the world and lets his body rott. So extremely suicidal he is also stubborn, headstrong, and proud. Having the capability to be a nuisance and an asset at the same time Connor is one strange character, and only the experience of being around him will truly unlock the secrets that remain hidden.

||History||

"When you are in need, I will always come to your aid. All you need do is call me." But it was not free, to have the protection of the Demi-God Luna.

If you are looking for a tale that describes a true heroic warrior that braved all haste and swept into battle to fight for freedom and justice then this is not the right story you want to be told. There is nothing, happy or honorable within the story of this particular wolf. But if curiosity has ensnaired your senses then please carry on into the unknown of this tale. But do not say that I didn't warn you. Because although one's choice might be to tell of a epic tale with lots of happiness and a happily ever after, Constantine's story is a broken one. Lets go back to the beginning...

His mother and father were both loners when they met, neither had binds to a specific pack or group so each had not the care in the world so to speak. The life of a rogue can be harsh, bitter and cruel but there are a lot of tender bonuses that a pack member might be restricted too. A growing affection had been kindled in the pair of aging wolves, both were in the ripe ages of four, or five at the time. The fair looking fae had never joined a pack since her own birth, as the young fae had grown, she had been with a couple chosen males from her father's tastes. However after her fourth year within the pack, two summers of being able to bear young had flown by and although she and her partner had tried, Cassie was named a barren fae. The disgrace of being able to bear pups of her own was far too great and the fae had left her home in search of another life. A loner.

The male however, was a different story, his excitement and restlessness for adventure and exploring had torn him from his own home. Setting his paws on the path nearly two years ago he had been travelling all he could to find out as much about the world they lived in. However their paths crossed and as the affection grew, the seasons passed. The time of mating had fallen heavily on their shoulders and having become mates prior to that particular time, the pair had mated. Both were certain nothing would come from their time together, and had thought nothing of it. However something to Cassie's delight and horror during the next few weeks, her belly began to grow steadily. And later small yet sharp kicks were aimed at the walls of her flesh, her father was wrong, by some wierd twist of fate, Cassiopia was going to have puppies.

Corsunava was overjoyed by the fact that he would become a father, however after the initial excitement had rolled passed, the thought of being vulnerable out here in the unknown with a litter of pups, was not appealing. So the pair quickly set course to a nearby pack that had reached their ears. The alpha was kind and Corsunava assurred him that their stay would only be until the pups were aged enough to travel. Agreeing to these conditions, Daltar welcomed the soon to be parents into his packlands and Cassie was soon issued a den and properly fed during her pregnancy. The pack they had found themselves in had two very outstanding details about it. The first was simple, they were all greatly into their faiths and religions, they would give their souls and lives to the 'gods' that they had known was up there. Secondly, the pack was entirely of males! There was only one female in the entire pack besides Cassie and that was the alphess herself.

See they were into a powerful pack, and females were not permitted into the pack so that they would not tempt the males to sin. The alphess however, Lilia, was the only exception, her job was to breed with the alpha himself and produce more males into the pack. Should another female be born. It would either be cast out into the cruel lands on its own for the gods to deal with its fate, or killed on the spot as a sacrifice. Only one female was permitted to live in the pack every so often. From each litter the strongly fae was kept. Should she prove to be a good tool for breeding and out matches her sisters to come then that fae would take in her mother's steps to provide the pack with puppies. The pack was uneasy about their alpha's decision to allow this new fae into their midsts, however it would only be until their pups were born and grown a bit.

In the late spring a fine litter of four was delivered without hindrance. Each was born as healthy squealing little rats and each hungry for mother's milk. The first was the only female of the litter, a little brown and black fae which had been promptly dubbed Sevrana. The second was none other then a little mixed colored male, proudly they called him Constantine Monagona, after both of Cassie's and Corsunava's fathers. The third and fourth were both which in browns blacks and whites, and both being little males. Dubbing them in order as Caliion and the runt Cavorforn. Cassie was relieved to have been finally able to bear children, even if she didn't know then that they would be the only pups she would ever bear.

Three months passed, the pups had learned to walk, talk and play. Their eyes had opened at a mere two weeks and each were already bush trained. They were even starting to hunt for small rodents and such, and of course each other. Although he was very playful like his siblings, Connor was noticably the lowest on the scale. Always the last to learn something or complete a task and hardly ever coming on top of a battle with his siblings, the little male was hardly a decent comparison with his siblings. It was no matter however, they were all happy, or so it seemed anyways. Their parents had been wryly ignoring the hints the alpha was dropping them. When asked if they were leaving, the pair would simply reply that the pups were still too young, that they would leave soon and assurred them of that. However it was slowly getting to the point where Daltar was regretting his decision to let them in. And his faith was being tested by the gods as they were quite clear that they weren't happy.

Finally it had to stop. Taking his best warriors in attendance, Daltar approached the pair of wolves and demanded they leave. Corsunava assurred the male that they were leaving soon and that the pups would only need a little while more. Daltar had it, and motioned for his leader of warriors to step forth. He did, and Connor's father had hit the ground hard, battle engaged Corsunava was wounded badly, leaving the lead warrior towering over his beaten form. Cassie who had been protectively guarding her den where her babies resided had stooped low when Daltar had ordered the pups be brought out, knowing they were going to kill them Cassie growled lightly and curled against the entrance, a mother's instinct kicking in. The alpha had been ready to slaughter the pups in front of their parents, before later killing them as well. About to order another couple males to forciably remove Cassiopia from her guard he suddenly stopped.

A blinding yet soft azure colored shaft of light had radiated down from the full moon that hung in the night sky. The wolves took a careful step backwards as a beautiful fae decended the shaft of dulling light with grace and poise. Her body was a beautiful blue color and her eyes as sharp and rich in color as anything, the colors of the night wove in her body. A stream of transparent light followed her and swept around her like a silken shield, making her decent beautiful and careful. The mated parents had no clue as to what this new creature meant, yet a glance at the pack wolves had been surprising. Each had instantly dropped in deep bows as she swept towards them, her tender paws not even marring the ground. "What is going on Daltar?" The fae asked, however she had seen the whole dilema from up on her perch in the moon's body. The fae wasn't just an ordinary wolf, but a goddess, the spirit of the moon itself. Her elegance was beyond words and the males had troubles finding the courage to speak.

Finally the alpha had stood from his submissive state and explained what had happened. Luna, the fae's dubbance, hadn't been too pleased with the fact that they were willing to murder the puppies without much of a chance. However it was none of her concern. Yet she did feel compassion on the young family, thats when she grew an idea. She explained that for a punishment and as sort of a ticked to remain in the packlands, one of their pups was to be sacrificed as a servant to the moon goddess. The pack was satisfied with this idea yet the parents weren't all that sure. However they really didn't pocess much of a choice. Agreeing Luna just smiled. "Bring them to me." She had said, her voice heavenly. Cassie did as she was told and after a few moments all four puppies were lined up in front of the second fae.

Luna looked them over and finally decided which she wished to take for a punishment. Her paw landed on the second born, Constantine. After asking his dubbance she marked him with a brand that would forever label his loyalties to her. A halfed moon was chiselled into the right side of the pup's neck, its color was lightly dusted in a soft blue and would forever remain with him. After claiming her newest servant, the meeting was adjurned and Connor and his siblings had been not informed of that frightful night. As promised they remained in the lands. Luna's promise to claim her servant when he was ready lingering above all of the wolves and the clueless pups.

Constantine had grown older and older, his body matured and his voice, habits and skills were toning and morphing into an amazing young wolf. Still unaware of how he had aquired the mark on his neck or the contract his parents had signed his life away too, the male had been beginning to realise certain abilities that he pocessed. Just random odd things happened and he couldn't explain them. Thinking nothing of it he didn't dwell on it, however there was one question that pressured his mind, he had been told and treated like an intruder, and he knew the pack wanted them gone. However he didn't understand why they hadn't done away with them yet, growing suspicious of this Connor decided to keep it to himself for now. After all, why stir up the mud, he really didn't want to die after all.

Nearing his first birthday, Constantine's strange abilities had turned into a slow tugging. Something was pulling at him, calling him almost, he didn't know what it was or what it wanted, but as he went on with his days, the pull increased. A month or so passed and the feeling got stronger and stronger. Finally worried, Constantine confronted his parents about the sensation that he had been experiencing and the strange abilities that seemed to occurr around him. Yet he was surprised to see that his parents looked almost grievingly at the knowledge of this new developement. They had hoped that Luna wouldn't come through on her oath, but it seemed they were wrong. With solemn looks on their faces, they told him something no child ever wants to hear. He found out that day that his parents had sacrificed him to a demi-god for the protection of them, and his siblings. Discovering everything that had happened that fateful night, he learned about the Demi-god Luna and the oath she had sworn too. The mark's origin and the probability of the abilities he was experiencing.

Horrified, and betrayed, Connor hadn't wanted any part of his family's psychotic dirt, and with all haste fled from his kin during a dark night. He planned to get as far away form them as he could and never to return, he didn't want to believe them, but as days went by, the grabby feeling turned to a soft mumbling, the mumbling then to a quiet voice and by the end of a fortnight he could clearly hear the words of his new mistress. Connor had yelled at her, and condemned her with a fierce aggression, cussed and did everything in his power to escape her clutches. But Luna was harsh and wasn't about to lose her servant. Finally he complied after a long bout of training and mental tortures. Constantine didn't have the will to continue what he had grown to be. Resorting to dragging himself through life, day by day, minute by minute, step by step.

However the choice to run had resulted in high costs for his family, the oath was broken. Since Connor had fled the confinements of the pack where he would have been trained to serve the goddess, the alphen lord had no further use for the family, and therefore felt not the need to shelter them anymore. Again Daltar approached Corsunava and his family, demanding they left, without much patience left the alpha ordered his wolves to run them out of the lands. They were not given any restrictions and chased the young family out of the pack with brute force. Having hard heads the yearlings growled and fought back. However they were all beaten off and in the process two were killed instantly. Corsunava and Cassiopia were horror stricken when they watched both Sevrana and Caliion fall to the dust, and quickly mauled by several wolves. Along with their only remaining son the trio ran for it, hoping to find Connor they continue looking however with little hopes of ever seeing him again.

The next two years or so draws only a blink in his mind. Most things he had done during that span had been neatly stuffed into the back of his mind and encased in an unbreakable box. His conscience having felt the need to block out most memories from what had happened during that time. He didn't care to remember but he did recall some sketchy moments. He remembers somethings. Like Shiekaren. Having met her along the road, the pair had fallen into a puppy love, and later mated. Constantine was a gentleman, and he proved he'd do anything for Karen, as he called her. However, unlike some, Karen had noted this quickly and began milking it to the very last drop. She would use him for her own enjoyment and anything she wanted Connor would be bending backwards to give it to her. However something happened that wasn't in Shiekaren's plans. That spring she had birthed a litter of puppies. Darlenos the first born male, Sentara the middle daughter, and lastly Tathar, a strong little male.

After four months, Shiekaren chased Connor away, wanting nothing more to do with him, blaming him for what he had done to her. She shielded her pups from him and the male was driven away from his small family. Not knowing if he'd ever see his pups again. However, Karen had started a trend with her abusive patterns, as soon, other wolves began to take advantage of him as well. Whether it be for their pack's or their own personal gain; Sexual, sadistic, or just general entertainment, it didn't matter. He went through all of it. The torture and torment had been a devastating blow to his entire system, and the male wandered with out the will to live. He was quick to hate life and had several times ventured to the edge of a cliff face, intents on jumping off. But Luna had punished him repeatedly for even daring to think it. And after a while he gave into her torments, which each morning, Connor wakes and prays, praying to be relieved from this life, a strong hope to die lingering in his burned body. He couldn't do it anymore and although he travelled, doing Luna's bidding he waited until the day that she would give him his freedom and redeem him away from the world.

He has to prove it to her that he is ready to die, that he doesn't desearve any of this. Wandering he waits for that blessed day where all the pain would be taken away. Not remembering what had happened during those two years, he had never forgotten the hopes and prayers of his life ending. Never.

Give an example of your role play (2 paragraphs)|

Gabriel's body had later sunk into the ground, it seemed this would take a while and he figured that he might have as well gotten comfy. Tail flicking quite leisurely around his legs the massive titan witnessed the enchange between the two dangerous females, although Sareina was more of a nicer fae, her bravery to stay strong against Chaundra was remarkable and well noted it seemed. However the alphess wasn't going any lighter on the pretty little fae that had recently undergone labor and birth. His ears perked up when Chaundra had made her way to the entrance of the den.

Eyes narrowing slightly his golden globes watched the sinister smirk lace across the wicked fae's muzzle. He found out then that his mate had already bore his children, and they currently were being blocked off from either of their access. Sareina warned the alphess not to touch them when it hit him, there was not one pup in there but more, plural! Multiples! Oh just great, he was not only a father, but he had multiple puppies, a light groan issued out of his chest as it rolled in the back of his throat. Who knows how many little monsters had been birthed into the world, his eyes rose to the skies as he let out a soft snarl. "Well are you happy? You've officially ruined my life. Thank you, VERY much." His mind howled to nature itself.

Something or someone was having a nice laugh at him at the moment, apparently they were quite enjoying the sick twisted form of a joke that was being played on the young betan male. He was a flirt, not a father, oh it was just too bad nature hadn't discovered protection for the animals, other then fixation. Then he wouldn't have had to worry about being in this mess. Maybe a pill for the ladies, yes, that would work. Oh if only he knew how to prevent such annoying little happenings without having to become a nun or something. Munk, yes that was the right term.

A surge of over protectiveness had coursed through his massive structure, although the wolf didn't really know what to do with pups he wasn't fond of letting them die. Knowing full well that Chaundra had every power to do so he also knew that she would have to get through him first and fore most. Shoving his body off the ground he stood, hackles raised on his shoulders and neck. Yes he had already asked what would be done with the pups, but he just wasn't thinking. Now that he was aware that there were little wolves just beyond the den entrance and that they were his own flesh and blood he just couldn't stand by while she harmed them. After all the world would suffer a great loss too lose such handsome specimen.

However Chaundra took more interest in Sareina and Gabriel watched the pair intently while his stilts shifted into motion. "No one will harm a hair on their heads. Besides, its not every day you are given 'HANDSOME' puppies." His mind sneered confidently as he was quick to shift his body towards the entrance of the den. His ears angled back when he heard frantic little squeaks and cries from within, his heart swelling in pride. Puppies. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all, even if he had no clue what he was getting into. Finally the tests were over and Chaundra backed off, feeling a bit relieved he watched her hand the rank of a betess to his mate before spearing him with a look.

Tanned audits which had risen, again flattened in respect however his confident features and posture remained untouched. "Zaron will talk to you later. Count on it." HALEUJA! Problem solved! He wouldn't have to worry about this happening again, nope the sure-fire way of making sure puppies weren't made was Zaron. Of course, why didn't he see it before? For surely when Zaron got a hold of him, he would make for certain Gabriel never made another pup for as long as he lived. As a matter of fact, he would then be able to call himself, Galadriel after Zaron was finished with him. Just great, first he was suckered into taking a mate, then he was cursed with puppies, and next he got to look forward to being neutered. "Nice knowing ya kid!"

Gabriel just nodded simply as Chaundra turned and left, well at least he had a few days or so to cherish what he would probably lose. Oh joy. Looking over at Sareina he offered her a slight smile. "Well that wasn't so bad. Gee I thought she'd be a lot more ticked then that. Oh well, she must be in a good mood." He said airily, and confidently before looking into the den. "How many little monsters are in there anyways? And do the runts have genders or do they not get those yet? What about names, how do we name them if we don't know what they are?" He asked not having a clue about puppies at all, and it clearly showed. Acting as though what had happened was just like sleeping and waking up the male looked back at his mate then at the tunnel leading to his doom. "Do I get to see them? Or what?" Gabriel sure had questions, tail twitching slightly he waited for her to answer.

||Special||

Heritage| Constantine was given as a servant to the moon goddess Lunar Miricle, or Luna for short. Sold into slavery at such a young age he hadn't known about the deal until he was entering his second year. Luna had marked him as her own, therefore scarring him as a light demon. A visible mark on his neck and also, she started feeding the male powers and special abilities after time. Each giving him a new power she was complete now with his training.

Special Abilities|

Duplication| With this ability, Connor can split objects into multiples of itself. From animals to vegetation to his own body it can be used in a variety of different situations and can really be a useful little tool.

Elemental Earth| With the earth element, Connor can control the world around him, as long as it relates to the earth. Vines can be a fierce weapon in a battle, and anger can lead to earthquakes and other major crisis. Able to control the body and mind of other animals there are so many possibilities with this element, you'll just have to watch to find out what.

Illusions| Being able to create illusions for good purposes and defensive purposes Constantine can create anything in his imagination if his energy is saved and his mood is right. Engulping anyone in the snairs of the world he creates it could be a terrible thing to be trapped in if you're not in his good books.

Invisibility| Able to blend into his surroundings, he can completely turn invisible at will. Although it takes a lot of energy as he gets stronger, so will this ability. Liking to use it as an escape from reality Connor favors this ability above the others, if he has to wander this world. He'd rather do it invisible.

Shape Shifting| Able to take the form of any object or shape. From an elephant or human to something as small as a rock or pebble its unlimited. Of course Connor doesn't have the ability to change into things he's never seen before so his selection is very limited. As he gets better he'll be able to take the shape of even another wolf, though this power can only last for a certain amount of time in some cases.

[Avernus]

Accepted...For right now, it shall go to accepted.....Then I'll move it to examples when you're done...^^

[Constantine]

Oh. LOL! Done with the modifications. Forgot to put a note here saying thiat ^^' -trots off-