JAMES CONSTANTINE - LUCANTER - M - CAELOS

I NEVER WAS GOOD AT SLEEPING WHILE THE MOON WAS FULL
I JUST LIE AND BURN, WRECK MY MIND WHILE THE PLANET TURNS

FULL NAME: james constantine
WOLF NAME: cael » caelos
AGE: twenty-nine
BIRTH DATE: march first
BIRTH PLACE: arkhangel'sk, russia
SEXUALITY: straight
OCCUPATION: architect
CREATION: born wolf
AFFILIATION: lucanter
RANK: beta
FACE CLAIM: jensen ackles

▲ clairvoyance. the future comes to him in his sleep, usually, and it is draining. there is no rhyme or reason to the visions that james is subject to, but for the most part, he dreams them. they are much more vivid than your average dream. there is always a beginning and an end, clear faces and clear voices. the visions don't only come at night, though. they blind him while he is conscious on full moons, sometimes briefly, and sometimes for longer. he will be at a complete standstill whilst the rest of the pack races past him on the hunt. in rare cases, james has also seen the future in human form, fully awake. coming back to reality after a vision is always painful. not only because sometimes what awaits in the future might be unpleasant, but because of the skull splitting migraine for which there is no cure except time that follows. the headaches last for a minimum of an hour and up to an entire day, and james is less than amiable while he waits for it to subside. irritable, lethargic, and hungry, it is a gift that is not necessarily all it is cracked up to be. however, this ability is one that helps the pack exponentially in certain situations. it is sometimes the difference between life and death. that's right—the future can be altered. with james' clairvoyance, he and others are able to thwart or bend their fates, and in some cases, just let it happen.

▲ oblivion. stare into obsidian. when in any state of shift james's eyes are completely black. they would appear as two holes in his skull if it weren't for a gleam in them under the moonlight—or fluorescents. the coat that he wears is that of a white and silver grey wolf. his build is tall, lithe, agile, but wiry and strong, just as he is in human form. he does not have brute strength like some, but through training, james knows how to use his body in any state as a weapon. there is only a slight preference for his feral form over partially shifting, usually due to the concentration that a partial shift necessitates. with practice, however, he has become quite good at changing certain parts of his body should certain situations arise. being feral, however, feels the most natural to him, and this is the reason for his favoritism. he’s a wolf at heart, and resembles and embodies one the most closely in feral form. james has only once been able to achieve argentum, but never since. he has always attributed it to adrenaline and necessity, and though he would never admit it, the sheer amount of unadulterated power coursing through his veins was frightening.

▲ classic. standing over just over six-foot-one, james was blessed with strong features and a lean stature. some would say that he won the gene lottery, but those people also never knew his parents. his mother was beautiful and his father was handsome, and james was simply their combined creation. in human form, his eyes are green, like sage. they are not bright or dark, just green. they reflect the forests he is so used to running through, the overgrowth and the treetops—alive. his hair color is a dark ash blonde, sometimes lighter or darker depending on the season, but is always kept cropped short and neat. most days he wears button down shirts and black or khaki pants, though when he is outdoors, a simple pair of jeans will do.

▲ markov konstantin was not known for being a good man. like many other werewolves of his time, he had a reputation for being cold, hard, and unforgiving, professionally and personally. he and his wife were from northern russia, a port city called arkhangel'sk. he was the alpha of a pack there and had ruled with an iron fist. his wife, vera, had fallen in love with him years before he'd become the alpha, but with power, he changed. he became harsh and violent, and the man that vera had fallen in love with was but a hard shell. but she stayed, not that she had much of a choice, but she stayed because she had hope that one day he'd come back to her.

she found herself pregnant with their first child only a few years after markov became the alpha. jasha konstantin was born into the pack as the heir to the throne. but not even a child could break markov, and no matter how the pack was beginning to crumble from the inside out, he remained the same. as jasha grew, he became used to the bruises about his mothers body, the whispers and sideways glances from pack members, and the lack of a relationship with his father.

vera slowly fell out of love with markov and became ever closer to the beta of the pack, mikhail. not only was mikhail the beta, but he was also markov's identical twin brother. jasha was six years old when he found out that his mother was expecting another child. he was too young to know of her affair, and his father was much too detached to suspect anything in the first place. he hardly knew his own family—all he cared about was keeping his pack in line. it was then that when jasha got in the way he was punished with a swift hand, fist, or sometimes a belt. because vera was pregnant, markov spared her and took his frustrations out on his son. now it was jasha's turn to hide his bruises.

whether the child she carried was markov's or mikhail's, vera did not know. mikhail thought it was his, and throughout the duration of their affair, they'd fallen in love. mikhail became more of a father to jasha than his own had ever been. the baby was born and mikhail was sure the child was his own—convinced there was a reason the infant never cried when he held him, but did when markov was even in the same room. jasha caught his uncle and his mother kissing one day in the nursery and he found himself not caring that it was wrong. the baby brought them closer

mikhail slipped up one day and markov found out about the affair. he was livid, and after knocking out his brother with more than just a few well aimed punches, he went to find his adulteress wife. when he found her, she was in the nursery with the baby, jasha in there with her. he was seven years old and he hardly stood a chance against his father, but he wasn't about to let his father hurt either of them. he could see the fire in his ice blue eyes, and there was no one else to protect them.

jasha woke up the next day battered and broken, but vera and the baby were okay. mikhail had saved them, but markov couldn't save himself. his mistake was letting his brother live that night he found out about the affair. it was only a matter of time before the pack turned on him. they were unhappy, under appreciated, and they were angry. with mikhail leading the uprising, markov didn't last another night. he was murdered in his home, in his office, and mikhail was the one who pulled the trigger.

mikhail took vera, jasha, and the baby isaak with him and left the pack completely. they headed for america in search of a new beginning. thanks to vera's ties with some wolves in waymoor, the family was brought into the lucanter pack. with americanized names, the constantines settled in and found happiness once again. james made friends in the pack, namely, with a boy named genesis—the alpha's son. the alpha reminded james of his own father, and it wasn't just james who saw it. vera reached out to genesis as gently as possible. she would invite him over for dinner, though between school, sports, and training, genesis still seemed so painfully alone.

there wasn't anything vera or michael could do aside from raise their children as best as they could. isaac grew up knowing only stability and love, but james was damaged. he began training again and found that he was good with aggression—good at tapping into it, that is. turning it off, however, was difficult. he was a good fighter, but part of him hated it because he knew it came from his father. michael's advice was to use it as a weapon, hone it, master it, and use it to his benefit. he would go far in the world if he could do that.

through high school and the first few years of university, genesis liked to get in trouble, but james was always there to help his best friend out of a tough spot in the nick of time. a lot of it was thanks to his ability to see the future. the alpha didn't like it though, and one night on the full moon a fight between the father and son broke out. james would have warned gen about it, but the vision came to him only moments before the first lunge. it was a long and bloody battle, but it didn't end with only the death of the alpha; other wolves came for genesis. they were hungry for power, but as always, james stepped in to help out his best friend. they made a good team, mostly because they both managed to make it out alive.

james noticed a change in genesis immediately. he'd grown up. the reckless boy in him was gone and he was now the alpha of lucanter and james became the beta. they took care of the pack the best they knew how, determined not to let it turn out like it was in the past. james didn't want to see it turn into the pack that his own family had run from just thirteen years before that either. the kalecto pack posed a threat to them, and though genesis soon found himself in love with a wanderer, james' vision remained clear.

as time went by, the pack became stronger and more steadfast than it had ever been. james regarded gen as a brother, and viviane one of his best friends. the bonds the pack shared with one another made them nearly infallible when they stood together. there was a wedding—gen and viviane were married. james met a girl not long after, the girl of his dreams. there was one problem though, she was human. vera and michael frowned upon the relationship. she was a sweet girl, really, but she had no business being with a werewolf, and james had no business being with her. james didn't want to curse her with the life, but she wanted it. she wanted to be with him no matter what, and if he couldn't be human, then she would become a wolf.

he would have turned her himself if he could, but unfortunately, he was not an alpha, and it would be breaking the law to do so. do no harm meant that the humans were not to be touched. but if they were able to keep it a secret, then it would be fine, right? james saw it for himself, that it would be fine. he had a vision of it one night while she slept next to him...

but things don't always turn out as he dreams, and despite that she had come to waymoor for work, there was a significant risk in turning her for the sake of their relationship. if word got out, james would be hauled off and killed for it—he and genesis. it was dangerous business being a werewolf, and it was bound to come out sooner or later that she had been turned, but the couple hoped that if something happened, they would be able to say she had been one all along... that, or blame it on someone else.

so far, so good. their relationship has had its ups and downs, of course, and with james as beta of lucanter, he leads a busy personal life on top of his public-professional one as an architect. all that matters now is making sure the kalecto don't ruin everything for everyone. with his visions always ever changing, it's hard to tell what will happen next.