Name: Winn Woods
Species: Werewolf
Occupation:Â Hockey Coach
Age: 28 Years Old
Played By: Zee
Face Claim: Lewis Tan
âYâall can try to outrun the past⌠But trust me: Itâs a fast fucker.â
Winn was born into greatness, destined to be a winner. As sole heir to his single motherâs political legacy, Winn quickly learned two things: 1.) Donât ask about your father. 2.) Excel. And so, Winn molded himself into the perfect, All-American Teen. His grades? Passable enough, for a future politician. Extracurriculars? Winn captained his high school hockey team and led them to victory at states, twice. Raised at campaign events, Winn learned his momâs best tricks for making people happy, even without lying. And why shouldnât he make folks happy?
Through all of this, Winn never gave much thought to what he wanted. His mother wanted success, so heâd give her success. So long as he was moving along his predetermined path, he could be content, right? Winn was the vessel for his motherâs hopesâfor herself, for the future, for America. With the right phone calls (and a well-placed donation), he could attend a good college, get a degree, any degree would do, and claim his destiny. And if Winn didnât quite know what that was, so what?
But college changed things. Left to his own devices for the first time, Winn felt like he could finally be himself. Given a sip of freedom, Winn drank heavily of it. Parties, after all, were filled with happy people. And the best parties were thrown by the Dogs. More formally known as the brothers of Alpha Rho Phi, the Dogs were the usual mix of salmon shorts and homoerotic subtext, sure, but there was something⌠more. The best part, though? The Dogs didnât care about who Winn was or who he was supposed to be. Shit, his motherâs name meant nothing. By the time Winn finished rushing, and had proven his mouth could do more than just talk pretty to a number of the brothers, Winn was in and the Dogsâ secret was out.
The truth? The brothers were more than just a fraternity, they were a pack of born werewolves. Winn was a curiosityâa humanâbut the pack had agreed. They wanted him there, wanted Winn to join their pack. With them, Winn saw a chance to be more than what his mother had wanted. What was a little risk when heâd finally realized the alternative was so suffocating? This was his choice. And one night, under a moonlit sky, shivering in the forest outside the university, he decided to leave behind the person he was, forever. The change was brutal, but his packmates were good at keeping a young wolf under controlâor knowing when to lock him in the cellar, at least. Winn had enough grit for it, he figured. After all, it was a new lease on lifeâhell, most days, Winn was happy.Â
Unfortunately, it wouldnât last. Three perfect years ended in one drunken mistake. When Winn finally came to, he couldnât remember much. But the pack told Winn that theyâd found him with a silver dagger lodged deep in his chest, courtesy of the worst possible one night stand, a hunter. None of his packmates blamed Winn; they pulled every connection they had to cover the hunterâs death up, to protect their own. But while that asshole was nothing more than a stain on the frat house floor, Winn couldnât forgive himself. Heâd put his pack, his family, at risk.
That guilt was nearly the death of him. Winn stuck around long enough for graduation, then he ran. But without the support of the pack, Winnâs wolf left a trail of blood. Didnât matter whether they were hunters or just a âthreat.â Winn killed, again and again, all for the sake, he kept telling himself, of those who hadnât already bloodied their hands. It took time, and magic, to come back to himself. And even when he did, Winn ran again, this time to White Crestâwhere all things wicked come, eventually, to rest.Â
But you canât run forever, and, while it wasnât easy, Winn found a way to come to terms with all of it. No more running. No more magic. Winn wanted to learn from his mistakes, to try and atone, and, maybe, to finally let go of his guilt. After all, itâs never too late for an old dog to learn new tricks⌠Right?
Personality: Genuine, curious, discreet, sentimental, discontented, obsessive, guilt-driven, undemanding, energetic, uninhibited
Though still getting the hang of having a social life, Winnâs been the on-and-off co-coach of the local boysâ hockey team, the White Crest Cryptids (âCrypteens,â as he likes to call them), since the beginning of the 2019-20 season. Theyâve been doing really well⌠and have learned to not question Winnâs long absences.
Winnâs father, Daniel, has kept tabs on Winn since Winn was little. Daniel finally reached out when Winn turned up in White Crest and the two have slowly built a foundation of trust. Itâs still a mystery to Winn what actually happened between Daniel and Winnâs mom, but Winn hasnât mustered up the courage to ask.
Winnâs relationship with his mother, Elaine, is best described as âfrosty,â and has been since Winn was turnedânot that she knows what caused her son to abandon all of her plans.
Owns a Giant Schnauzer named Dennyâshort for âPawsible Deniability,â named for Winnâs habit of taking him on long walks in the rain. (Winn says he was drunk when he wrote the name down and he was⌠but he genuinely thought the word was âpawsibleâ and not âplausible.â Donât ask him what he thought pawsible was supposed to mean.)
Since facing his past, heâs reached out to his former packmates, still technically is a part of their pack. They donât know all of what happened, but theyâve made it clear that they want him back in their lives, if he wants them back in his. Winnâs still trying to convince himself that he deserves their trust.
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