Winston Callaway

As a child in 1893 Oklahoma, Winston knew nothing of the horrors that the future held. He grew up on a small farm, working long days alongside his parents and siblings. The land was tough, and the work was even harder, but Winston found solace in music. His father had taught him to play the guitar, and he spent every spare moment strumming away, lost in the melodies.

As he grew older, Winston found himself yearning for more. Life on the farm was hard, and he wanted to see what lay beyond the dusty fields. He found himself drawn to the stories of the Old West, dreaming of adventure and freedom. But those dreams were shattered with the outbreak of World War I. Enlisting in the army was a decision made with a heavy heart, but Winston knew he had to do his part. He joined with his cousins and brother, all eager to fight for their country. It wasn't long before they found themselves in the thick of battle, and Winston's heart sank as he watched his family and friends fall around him. The guilt of his own survival weighed heavy on his soul.

As the war dragged on, Winston's experience grew. He became a battle-hardened, risktaker, some even called him a reckless thrill seeker. . It was during this time that he first caught the attention of the elite squad known as the Raiders. Their reputation preceded them, and Winston was quite literally snatched up in the middle of the night with new orders to join the Raiders.

Little did he know it was the werewolf heritage of many that made them so effective, a secret hidden from the humans around them. Winston was shocked, but also grateful. Their supernatural abilities made them nearly invincible, in past wars. However, even their abilities could not protect them from the devastation of modern warfare.

The war took its toll, and the Raiders suffered heavy losses. Winston watched as his new friends fell one by one, their bodies torn apart by machine gun fire and explosives, there were some things even they couldn't survive. That sense of survivor's guilt continued to weigh on him as he was often the only one to make it out alive.

It was during one of these moments of solitude that he met Rezso, a Sergeant among the raiders. Rezso saw something in Winston that the others didn't, and soon the two became fast friends, bonded by a love of music and song. Songs they shared with the others to keep the spirits high at the worst of times. They fought side by side, one battle after the next led by Landon and his first lieutenant Fredrick Desiree.

It was Landon who revealed their true nature. As the war drew to a close, Landon could take no more. The death and destruction weighed heavily on his soul, and he knew he couldn't continue fighting. Watching Winston bleeding out and dying in his arms he decided to do what he swore he would never do again. Transforming into a beast right before his eyes. Bones cracked in a gut-wrenching sound, his uniform tearing from his body as it reformed into nothing less than a beast a monster of nightmares.

Winston was shocked, but also amazed, he always knew they were special but this, he did not fear Landon, and half thought it a delusion in his death throws. That was until Landon bit into his shoulder, Winston felt a searing pain like never before, a thick ichor dripping from his fangs as this was more than a simple wolf bite. Winston miraculously healed from what was surely a life-threatening wound, he could feel a new power a new strength running through his veins. With the pain came a sense of belonging. He was no longer human, but he was also no longer alone.

After the war, Winston struggled to find his place in the world. He felt lost without the camaraderie of the Raiders, but he also knew he couldn't go back to his old life on the farm. He turned to music, using it as a way to cope with his trauma. He played every chance he got, pouring his emotions into every chord. It was during a chance encounter with Rezso that Winston found a new purpose.