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Searching for New SHIFTER Registry File . . .Subject file located, please enter access key now. Enter Access Key__ octogenarian Processing...Access granted.currently viewing file of: Elias ismael Villalobos haywood SHAPESHIFTER  SECTION I - BASIC INFORMATION
SECTION II - PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES
SECTION III - Psychological Evaluation
PERSONALITY: Elias isn't instinctively what you would call a "people" person. He much prefers a solitary existence, and spending most of his time caught up in his own thoughts, lost in his equations and designs. He's fascinated by shape, form and space and how they can all come together to create something beautiful and strong, yet still serve a purpose. Although he's rather artistic, he's also utilitarian--always has been, and it is a trait that has only benefited him in the dome. Everything he creates, finds or keeps must have a purpose, and this includes people. He does not have patience for those who can't step up and do their part. He was raised on a working ranch and spent most of his life working from sun up to sundown; hard work and responsibility have been thoroughly ingrained in him. Elias will work until he drops, and expects others to do the same. While Elias does prefer solitude, he finds that in the dome it is somewhat necessary to keep the company of others, if only for safety. Around other people he can come off as an unrelenting hard-ass who's stubborn to the core. But he's also somewhat of a charming smooth-talking country boy when he wants to be (or if you're more into the suave, sexy Spaniard he can be that too) who can bring a blush to any girl's cheek, though these days sex isn't high on his list of priorities, and as a man with incredible self-control and self-restraint he's left a few broken hearts in the dome already. Most days he's quiet and collected, observing and breaking down the world around him. Elias is a very calculated and calculating individual, his actions are rarely rash or reckless. He always thinks things through as thoroughly as he can in the time he's given, turning over every avenue and outcome he can before he acts. Elias likes to think that he is in perfect control of his mind and body, refusing to let a hair fall out of place without his say so. There are times when his control slips and all his calculations fail him: while Elias has a long burning temper (and one helluva memory), it is a harsh and violent one when it is finally pressed to its breaking point. Needless to say you can disrespect this man and push his buttons for weeks and months without getting much of a response besides a calm rebuke, but there comes a point when he's had enough of your bullshit and he'll take you down a peg (or if you're a legitimate threat, take you out completely). While not naturally violent, life inside the dome has shaped him into a creature of such habits. Boone uses violence like he uses his eyes to see. Within the Ring he restrains himself quite easily, but if there is a threat to security (either to his own personal safety or the safety of his Ringmates) Boone will not hesitate to use "lethal/deadly force" if he finds it necessary; and he certainly finds it necessary if not extremely effective. He does not like to leave survivors, as it's come back to bite him a time or two with people screeching vendetta. While some men would pull their blows when fighting women, Boone (while he highly respects women as equals, often betters) will kill a woman as quickly as he would a man. He knows not to underestimate their skill and ability to slit his throat. Now this isn't to say that Boone goes around slaughtering right and left and bathes in the blood of his enemies--he will kill when he finds it necessary, and remembers each kill, but he doesn't necessarily regret them. He feels twinges of remorse now and again (these twinges have lessened significantly over the years) and he'll try his best to weigh the morals when he's playing executioner. More often than not a sort of "kill or be killed" mentality wins out. Boone's got a lot of blood on his hands, but a heart relatively free of guilt. SECTION IV - SUBJECT BACKGROUND
SUBJECT HISTORY: Born Elias Ismael Haywood to happy parents Jaxson and Nicola Haywood in the year 2272 (a mere ten minutes after his elder twin brother, Diggory) on the vast, sprawling lands of the longstanding Lone Pine Ranch, Elias has hardly known a quiet day in his life. There have been quiet moments, sure---but 24 hours of tranquility, on a working ranch? Not a chance. Even though he was sequestered to the house for the first seven or eight years of his life due to a heart condition there wasn't much quiet to be had; even the house was alive with a constant hum of energy. With a house full of grandparents, two sets of aunts and uncles and their horde of children, Elias didn't get a lot of time to himself when he was younger. If he wasn't getting home-schooled by his Mama he was reading under his grandfather's feet or in the kitchen cooking and baking with his Memaw. In fact, that's how he got his nickname. Everyone called his paternal grandmother Memaw Boone (after her maiden name), and after years hanging on the hem of his Nana's flour-dusted apron everyone got to calling him Lil' Boone. The nickname stuck, so much so that only his mother and father continued to call him Elias. At around eight years old Boone was taken in for surgery to have his heart condition fixed; it required several follow-up surgeries, and it took a year and a half of recovery, in and out of hospitals. A few months later he was bounding around the ranch, hot on the heels of his father and learning everything he could to make up for lost time. He and his brother grew fiercely competitive over trying to impress their father, and spent the next years at odds with each other. It was never anything particularly severe, though as the two grew older it became evident that Boone was the more responsible of the two. He quickly became his father's right hand man whereas Digg often went missing for hours or was off chasing some girl in town. The only thing the two brothers’ bonded over was their ability to shapeshift; their parents weren't Shifters and their grandfather (where the gene had come from) had passed away years before they had discovered their ability; Thus the two often spent hours galloping through the fields and forests of their home, learning the ways of their ancient abilities. Consequently, Boone's childhood and adolescence were spent working long, hard hours but he loved almost every moment of it. He was a natural born rancher, spending long hours in the saddle tracking cattle or fixing fences across the acres of land his family owned. His father made sure that for the most part the ranch was isolated from the rest of the world for various reasons, mainly that his family was full of Shifters and he knew such a secret needed to be kept; thus the ranch was primarily a self-sustaining ranch, though he wasn't as strict as to keep his family inside the ranch all times. Boone and his brother were allowed to go into the town about an hour’s drive away for some relaxation. Boone and Digg often entered into the local rodeo as they had spent many a day on the backs of an ornery horse or bull (one escalating challenge of competitive brotherhood after the next). It was during one such rodeo that Boone was gored by a bull by the name of Loco (short for Locomotive) after Digg was thrown and knocked out. Boone rushed into the pen when the rodeo clowns distracted Loco and attempted to get his unconscious brother out of there, but ended up getting the horns instead. Digg got out with a minor concussion while Boone was gored in the side, and ended up in the hospital for a couple weeks. At around 18, Boone started considering life outside the ranch. He'd never really wanted anything else, but after he'd graduated high school things started to change. He got interested in architecture and decided to pursue a career in it. It was a difficult decision because Digg had left a year or so earlier and it meant his father was running the farm without his sons. He had his nephews, but it wasn't the same. It was hard to leave Lone Pine but his father agreed that he should follow his gut (and his heart) and find his way in the world. At college he decided to study abroad for a semester in Spain, both for the beautiful architecture and to get in touch with his roots. His mother was from Barcelona and had taught him Spanish as well as Catalan. He studied in Madrid for a semester, but ended up staying in Barcelona--it was there he met the woman he thought was the love of his life, Marjorie Garza. He ended up transferring to a University in Barcelona and moved in with Marjorie. About a year later they were married after Boone had secured a job as an intern at an architecture company, and after both he and Marjorie graduated it was a few months later that their first son Reilly was born. Marjorie left her job after their daughter Maribel was born about three years later. It was about this time strain started to show in their marriage; as the story goes Boone became consumed in his work, determined to provide his growing family with a good living. There was something more though, he became obsessed with the art and beauty behind his job and became all too absorbed in the process. He did his best to be there for his kids though, hardly missing any plays or soccer games; he loved his kids, they were his heart and soul and no one could deny that. But his wife was a different story. They had grown apart for one reason or another, and the more Boone threw himself into his work the more Marjorie pulled away. Boone was a loving father and could be a loving husband, but Marjorie started to resent him and in some ways her children; deep down she had wanted so much more than being a wife and mother. She started having a few brief affairs here and there, nothing long-term. It wasn't long before she fancied herself in love with, ironically enough, a poor artist. Boone soon found out and after a series of heated arguments over the next few months, Marjorie decided she wanted a divorce. Before they filed, however, they discovered that Marjorie was pregnant--with the artist's child. Around that time Boone received a call that his father had had a stroke, and he was needed at home. Amidst the sudden chaos in his life, Boone was adamant that he and Marjorie stay together for the children, for their family, and even though he knew the unborn baby wasn't his he begged for Marjorie to come with him back to America for the time being to try to make things work. She agreed and the four of them arrived at Lone Pine a week later. His brother showed up after years of no communication. It wasn't a happy reunion--they got into a heated argument over who should take over the ranch now that their father was ill. The argument almost came to blows, Boone accusing Diggory of being a lazy, irresponsible son of a pregnant dog who didn't care a lick for his family. Digg ended up driving off in a rage and Boone was left with the responsibility of the ranch. They sold their house in Barcelona and settled at the ranch, where a few months later Eloísa was welcomed into the world. Boone loved Eloísa like she was his own daughter and her birth surprisingly helped to start healing Boone's marriage. Things were looking up as he settled back into his childhood home and spent hours introducing his family to his world, showing them the beauty of it. They discovered early on that Eloisa was a Shifter, and Boone was excited to be able to pass on his knowledge to her when she grew older. He didn't get much longer with his new start, however. It was only a year or so later when he learned of the Shifter Hunts, and only a month later when (by an incredible stroke of luck) he saw his drunken, raging brother being apprehended by UNIT on a nationwide broadcast. He knew immediately he had to go into hiding, and luckily enough Eloisa had been born on the ranch and escaped UNIT records. After painful goodbyes and knowing he would never see his children again, Boone left the ranch and was on his way back to Spain when he was ID'd at the airport and taken into custody. He put up one hell of a fight and busted a few jaws before he was tranquilized and carted off to the dome. He was 28 years old at the time. He woke up a few days later staring into the all too familiar face of his brother, wearing that goofy grin. Boone pretty much ignored him for the first few weeks they were locked up together in the tight confines of the cell. He couldn't focus on anything but the fact that he'd never see his children again, about how much time he had wasted; time he'd never get back. Seeing his brother only reminded him of everything, all the stupid fights they had. The nearly ten years since they'd even spoken. He was bitter, and on top of the emotional agony he also felt the sharp, ever real pain of the experiments. He'd always had a phobia of needles and anything involving surgical or medical apparatuses, being that he'd spent so much of his childhood hooked up to machines and under the knife. He eventually opened up to Digg, who seemed to be coping much better. The two brothers refastened their bond and though they still didn't see eye to eye decided that they would stick together through thick and thin...assuming they ever got out of the damned cell. Boone wasn't sure how long he spent in testing (about four months), but one morning he woke up and Digg was gone. He was missing for weeks and Boone assumed he'd been killed and to Boone's surprise he spiraled into a dark depression. He gave up and stopped fighting the injections, the tests, the scientists; he stopped breaking jaws and blackening eyes. He lay in the cell for hours on end in the sterile white light, not knowing minute from hour, day from night. It was a shock when he woke up after one particularly painful experiment to the warmth of the sun on his skin, the feel of grass under his fingers. Digg found him a few hours later, explaining that he'd been dropped in the dome weeks ago and had been waiting for him. From that point on the two were pretty much inseparable, wandering the dome in an attempt to figure out what the hell to do, and how life in the dome operated. The two were well prepared for surviving in harsh environments having spent weeks on end on the ranges of the Lone Pine, as well as the ins and outs of hunting and trapping due to their upbringing on the ranch. They chose not to join any of the Rings, mostly because of Boone didn't trust anyone in the dome except Digg; Digg simply followed where his brother led, content to do so after so many years on his own. The brothers wandered alone for a good year or so until they met up with another duo of drifters by the names of Clementine Rourke and Bartol Winchester--or as Digg affectionately dubbed them: Hot Lips and Winny, and in return earned himself the nickname Big Hoss (another shifting inside a bar fiasco). Digg hit it off with them at the Speakeasy, dragged them to meet Boone in the morning. Boone decided it was in their best interest to travel together, though it was apparent that Boone was hesitant to trust either of them. He naturally assumed the role of leader and soon earned himself the nickname Sarge for his rather authoritative command. He left little room for argument or error, and the often ruthless way of life in the dome began to shape Boone for the worse. Over time it became increasingly apparent to Digg that Boone was growing more and more at ease with using violence against whoever they came up against. Boone didn't leave anything to chance if he could help it, and if he deemed something or someone a threat he would do his best to eliminate it. During an especially tough winter, Boone would often "shoot on sight" and dragged his brother into situations in which he had been forced to kill. Clem and Winny didn't have a strong opinion either way, or if they did they didn't voice it in front of Boone. There was tension between Boone and his brother again, but it remained unspoken--at least until Boone rescued a woman and her little boy. Boone was out hunting when he'd heard a woman screaming for help. Against his better judgment Boone went to survey the situation, and saw what would change the course of his life in the dome: a woman clutching her young boy to her chest, barely managing to fight off a skinny pair of Shifters, a man and a woman. Instinctively and in short order Boone had cut the two Shifters down, rushing them as a horse and crushing their skulls easily beneath his hooves, and after he'd calmed down the mother he took them back to the group. The woman's name was Sandra and her son was Luther-- she had bribed a Keeper to release her son with her, so she could keep him safe. It wasn't long before Boone became attached to the two, heart and soul. He lived for them, to keep them safe--part of him desperate enough to hope that this could be his second chance. Sandra was a strong, capable woman but she still relied on Boone, and Boone relied heavily on her. He'd been closed off, distant and cold to the world since his capture but Sandra and her son helped to bring him back. Sandra was essentially his life line, keeping him tethered and secure, moving and breathing. He loved Sandra and Luther with a fierce, powerful desperation that drove him to further extremes to keep them safe and provided for. He would come back from raids splattered with blood more and more frequently, dragging Digg and Winny into dangerous situations until one night Winny was almost killed, and Digg put his foot down. He confronted Boone, calling him bat-shit crazy or something along those lines and the argument came to blows, Boone breaking Digg's nose (and almost his jaw). Clementine and Sandra had to pry the two apart. Boone essentially told Digg to get (and stay) the hell out if he didn't like the way they lived; so he did. Digg packed his things, said his goodbyes and left. It was only about a minute or so after he left that Clem and Winny went running after him. They sided with Digg on the matter and left Boone, Sandra and Luther on their own. While Boone was hesitant to break ties with his brother after everything, he knew that he was in the right, and if Digg couldn't accept it then separate was the only way to be. The trio lasted almost a year on their own, about 9 months of traveling from territory to territory, scavenging what they could and stealing whatever else they needed. They were managing quite well but Boone knew that they needed to find a more secure, stable place for Luther to truly thrive. Even so, Sandra and Boone were an incredible team and Boone’s love for Sandra (and her's for him) had only become stronger. They had never really been physically involved until the last few months they were together. Boone still had small stabs of guilt when he was in Sandra's arms, feeling as if he had betrayed his wife and children—but he knew deep down that he would never see them again, and he knew that he might not live to see the next sunrise. Life was hard, but it was the best it had been in some time for Boone and he found himself terrified to admit that he was actually…happy. He and Sandra were talking about joining up with one of the Rings after Luther started to develop a bad cough. It was difficult as Boone had made several enemies in the Rings and knew it wouldn’t be easy to join up, namely with the Fallen as they had often been the closest target for raids. But Boone knew it was time to settle down into a more stable situation, and he knew that he would do whatever it took to guarantee Sandra and Luther's happiness. It was about this time that Sandra suddenly took ill, racked with fever from a severe infection. She'd gotten a minor cut while out scavenging...just a small scratch it had seemed at the time. But it wasn't long before she took seriously ill, and Boone scrambled to find medicine. He left Sandra and Luther while he went out and searched desperately for any antibiotics, charging into the Virus infested hospital in his search. He managed to get a small packet of antibiotics, maybe enough to pull her though until he could find more—but she was gone by the time he got back. Luther was curled against her, still asleep and unaware that his mother had died hours before. The medicine hit the floor just before his knees did as every ounce of strength left his body. He was racked with silent sobs, choking back the scream that burned in his lungs as everything he’d clung to was ripped from his powerless hands. The woman he’d loved, the woman that had saved him was nothing more than a broken body of water and bone and cold, settling blood; the spirit in her that had been so much stronger than he could ever be had been smothered, destroyed, ripped from him in less than 24 hours. He buried her by a river in the forests where they had often spent their evenings, marking her grave with a circle of stones. Barely muddling through emotionally, Boone threw himself into his physical labors. He was determined to build a safe haven for his charge, and went to work on construction on a ramshackle building he found. But Luther’s cough got worse and he was taken severely ill a few months after his mother’s death. After weeks of searching and desperate raids where he’d almost been killed several times over he failed to get enough medicine to help Luther. Boone knew he had no choice but to find a Ring and ask for help. The only Ring Boone hadn’t burnt any bridges with was the Carna, as he’d learned of their more violent nature and he'd found them too much a risk to take on. So he sought them out, carrying a feverish Luther in his arms. Luckily he was found by a kindly Omega gathering berries on the Cliffside and after he explained the situation she took them to meet the leaders. Boone was accepted after some hesitation, after all it wasn’t really standard practice for the then still-fledgling CarnaRing to accept the care of a sick young child, it would only be a waste of precious supplies. But Boone had brought all his scavenged supplies and food and offered them up, asking only that they care for Luther. The Alpha and his Beta agreed to the terms. Boone refused to simply leave Luther alone with them, and he was accepted and put on ‘trial’ or a test run so to speak, and for Luther’s sake Boone readily and easily proved his worth within a week. He paid his blood price and became an official CarnaRing member. He rose to the rank of Hunter within a few weeks. While he didn’t like nor trust the leaders of the Ring, namely Manic, Boone found his niche quite nicely in the Carna ranks. Luther was well cared for and Boone was left to tend to his training once he was old enough. Years passed and Boone grew mildly content in his life in the Carna, and the wounds from Sandra’s death eventually scabbed over, though to this day have never fully healed. I CAN'T ENGLISH ANYMORE SECTION V - OOC INFORMATION
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