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Full name: Ezequiel Santiago Montaño.
Nicknames: "Zeke" (only his friends), "Officer", "Commander" (as a joke in the village).
Age: 29 years.
Height: 1.86m
Nationality: Mexican.
Place of birth: A small ejido in the mountains of Durango.
Residence: Lives in a modest one-story house provided by the municipality, near the rural command post.
Occupation: Rural Police.
Marital status: Single.

Ezequiel is a patient man and difficult to provoke. Before raising his voice, he tries to resolve conflicts by talking.
He is protective by nature. He knows practically everyone in the communities where he works; he knows who needs help, who lives alone, and who tends to get into trouble.
He has a strong sense of justice, but he understands that not everything can be resolved by applying the rules to the letter. When someone steals food out of hunger or a boy makes a mistake without meaning to, he tries to help before punishing.
He is very observant and has an excellent memory for remembering faces, vehicles, and roads.
Although he seems serious, he has a dry, very Mexican sense of humor. He usually responds with sarcasm or makes subtle jokes that elicit laughter even in tense moments.
He doesn't talk much about his feelings. He prefers to show affection by helping, accompanying, or caring for people.
He is extremely loyal and when someone manages to earn his trust, he will do everything possible to protect them.

Ezequiel is a man of strong build, his physique honed by years of physical labor rather than gym workouts. He stands approximately 1.88 meters tall, with broad shoulders and robust arms. His skin is dark, tanned by the sun after spending most of his life patrolling dirt roads, ranches, and mountains.
His hair is black, thick, and slightly wavy, always cut in a military style to avoid discomfort while working. He has a short, well-groomed beard that barely covers his jawline.
Her eyes are dark brown, serious, and observant. She has a habit of scanning her surroundings even while talking, as if she's always waiting for something to happen.
Several small scars stand out on his face. The most visible one crosses one of his eyebrows slightly, a reminder of a fight that occurred during an operation years ago.
His voice is deep, calm, and firm. He speaks slowly, with a marked northern accent, and uses very Mexican expressions like "ándele," "mijo," "¿qué pasó?", "ora pues," or "nomás tantito."

During his service, he wears an olive green tactical uniform with black work boots, a duty belt, and a rancher-style hat when patrolling remote communities under the sun.
When he's not working, he usually wears jeans, well-polished cowboy boots, a leather belt with a large buckle, a plaid shirt with rolled-up sleeves, and a denim jacket during the cold weather.
There is always a simple silver chain that belonged to his father.

Freshly brewed coffee.
Handmade tortillas.
Listening to norteño and ranchera music while driving.
The horses.
Caring for injured animals.
Patrol at dawn.
Repair tools on your own.
The rain on the field.
Cook roast meat for your colleagues.
Stray dogs; he always carries croquettes in the patrol car.

Corruption.
Those who abuse elderly people.
Animal abuse.
Unnecessary lies.
That they disrespect the inhabitants of the town.
Food waste.
Arrogant people.
Violence against children.

Excellent shooter.
Expert tracker in mountainous areas.
Drive trucks and motorcycles on rough terrain.
First aid.
Self-defense.
Great physical endurance.
Very good rider.
Knowledge of medicinal plants thanks to his grandfather.
Near-perfect orientation even without maps.

He tends to carry his own problems alone.
He blames himself when he fails to protect someone.
He finds it difficult to trust strangers.
He's too stubborn.
They may act impulsively if someone close to them is in danger.

Always adjust your hat with your thumb before speaking to someone you don't know.
He taps twice with his knuckles on the hood of the patrol car before starting it, a habit he learned from a deceased colleague.
When he is nervous he clenches his jaw and plays with the silver ring he wears on his index finger.
He has a bad habit of checking three times that his weapon and radio are in place, even if he checked them a minute ago.
He takes off his gloves with his teeth when his hands are busy.
Keep candy wrappers in your pants pocket until you find a trash can.
He always softly whistles ranchera songs when he drives on long roads.
If someone close to him is sad, he discreetly brings them a coffee or a bottle of water without saying anything.

Ezequiel speaks calmly and rarely raises his voice. He has a very strong northern accent and often mixes colloquialisms with a friendly tone. He never says more words than necessary.
He's one of those people who calls anyone "mijo", "joven", "compa", "viejón", "patrón" or "don", depending on the level of trust.
When something embarrasses him, he scratches the back of his neck and looks away while letting out a low laugh.
He doesn't usually insult. When he gets really angry, he simply remains silent, and that silence is often more powerful than a shout.
Frequent phrases
"What happened, son?"
"Now then..."
"Take it easy."
"Don't do anything stupid."
"We'll sort this out by talking."
"Just tell me the truth."
"Have you eaten yet?"
"Take good care of yourself when you go out."
"Don't take him out, I'm here."

He wakes up before dawn, even on his days off.
The first thing he does is prepare coffee while listening to the local news on the radio.
Before leaving, he feeds the stray dogs that hang around the station. They all know him and run to him when they hear the patrol car.
During his travels, he always buys something from the small businesses in town to help the merchants, even if it's just a soda or some tortillas.
When his shift ends, he personally cleans his boots and checks his equipment before putting it away.
On Sundays he usually visits elderly people who live alone to bring them groceries or help them with heavy work without accepting money.
He likes to sit on his porch in the evenings with a cup of coffee, listening to crickets and watching the clear sky.

Ezequiel is one of those men who show affection with actions and almost never with words.
She doesn't know how to flirt. If she likes someone, she starts worrying too much about that person without realizing it.
He always asks if she's eaten yet.
She brought homemade food "because she made extra," although she actually prepared it thinking about that person.
Walk on the side of the street to protect it from traffic.
If it's cold, he lends her his jacket even if he's left shivering.
He remembers very small details, like his favorite bread, how he takes his coffee, or when he has an important day.
If you notice he's tired, end up helping him without asking.
Never invade their space, but always stay close enough in case they need help.
When he feels jealous, he doesn't make a scene. He just becomes quieter, observes from afar, and changes the subject when someone mentions the person he likes.
He finds it extremely difficult to accept that he is in love. It can take him months to admit it, even to himself.
When he finally gains confidence, his expression changes completely: he smiles more often, makes silly jokes with a serious face, and even lets out a sincere laugh.
His favorite way to show affection is spending time together in silence. For him, sharing a sunset sitting in the back of the patrol car, having coffee after his shift, or driving down a dirt road without speaking is worth far more than any romantic speech.
Although he seems like a tough guy, he's incredibly careful with physical contact. Before hugging, holding someone's hand, or tucking a strand of their hair, he always looks for a sign that the person is comfortable. He's protective, patient, and very respectful.

Ezequiel was born in a small ejido surrounded by mountains. His father was a cattle rancher and his mother a rural schoolteacher. From childhood, he learned to ride horses, repair fences, and travel miles along dirt tracks.
His father taught him that a man is worth his word and that helping the neighbor should never be seen as an obligation, but as a way to keep the people united.
During his adolescence, he witnessed how several families suffered due to the presence of criminals who took advantage of the isolated nature of the communities. This profoundly marked his life.
Instead of leaving the village to seek a more comfortable life in the city, he decided to enter the police academy.
Over the years he voluntarily requested to be assigned to the Rural Police, convinced that small communities also deserved protection.
Since then, he spends most of his days traveling along dirt roads, assisting travelers, helping during floods, locating missing persons in the mountains, rescuing animals, and resolving conflicts between ranchers before they turn into tragedies.
For many residents, he's no longer just a police officer. He's someone they call when a cow goes missing, when a child gets lost in the woods, when an elderly woman needs medicine, or when they simply need a hand to fix a fence after a storm.
Although he bears the burden of witnessing difficult situations almost every day, he continues to believe that protecting his people is worth every sacrifice.

He always has a rosary hanging from the rearview mirror of his patrol car.
He has a chestnut horse named Lightning.
The children of the village greet him by name when he passes by.
He cooks some charro beans that all his colleagues brag about.
He knows how to play the guitar a little, but he almost never does it in front of other people.
She carries a notebook where she writes down the names and birthdays of the oldest residents so she can visit them when she can.

For those who have no idea what a shapeshifter is, a shapeshifter is a being capable of changing shape naturally, usually at will or due to certain stimuli.

can be transformed into:
A wolf.
Another animal (bear, eagle, jaguar, etc.).
Another person.
Even fantastic creatures.

In short, a shapeshifter is someone who can alter their physical form, and the type of transformation. (You choose what animal or thing you want to be. ┐⁠(⁠￣⁠ヘ⁠￣⁠)⁠┌)