Name: Zeke Malcolm Leigh
Race: Human (Mutant, specified below.)
Appearance: Zeke's about 1.80m (About 5' 11“) tall and of lean build. He is neither particularly skinny nor muscular. He has light, slightly freckled skin, and a slim, well-proportioned face with a straight nose, dull green eyes and a thin mouth. He wears his reddish hair at the length of his chin. It's well groomed, and kept at a perpetual state of deliberate unruliness. (Which probably requires at least half an hour in the bathroom every morning.)
Zeke always tries to look like he isn't trying too hard when he dresses himself. He has a faible for what would commonly be called 'simple elegance' – shirts (Expensive ones, of course.), sweaters with shirts below them, waistcoats – you name it. Those usually go together with leather shoes and a normal, digital watch – at that point, Zeke prefers usefulness over decadency. The brands he wears are usual expensive enough to be obscure again.
History: Zeke was born to a young couple of university students. His ability had not manifested at that point, and for a long time, he lived a rather quiet life with his parents and a younger sister, born two years later.
He went through school like a breeze – a child prodigy, excelling in science (not so much in artistic subjects – arts and literature were, in Zeke's mind, useless subjects that hindered the progress of humanity) and particularly in chemistry. He decided early to use his intellect to help people – mostly because helping people brought benefits for himself.
At age sixteen, Zeke woke up one morning and discovered that he had turned a rather unhealthy green. And after telling his mother – through the closed door – that he had come down with a horrible cold, and after ruling out the possibility of a joke, soon found the source of his odd coloration: His blood. It had somehow changed overnight, turning into something... different.
After a few experiments he found that his blood reacted when mixed with other substances – it adapted, turning indistinguishable from it; both in color as in molecular makeup.
It did not take him too long (Exactly long enough as it was acceptable to hide in the covers with a cold so his mother wouldn't see that he was, well, green) to learn how to control the nature of the blood still withhin his body – even if „blood“ was not the right discription anymore. The only thing that run-off-the-mill human blood and the liquid pulsing through his veins still had in common was the base substance, the serum.
Zeke soon realised the potential of this newfound skill. He could produce anything – the cure for cancer, unlimited supply of medication - except not.
After entering medical school and studying his skill for years, it occured to Zeke that it would not help him as a doctor in any way – he could not produce a miracle cure just by wishing for it. He still had to find the chemical composition himself. And that brings us to his current state of life: He has now been working a well-paid job in a hospital for a couple of months – but it already bores him to death. He wants to try and make something out of his ability – but at this point, he is not yet sure how. And selling drugs to patients, while certainly lucrative, is something that should better not be known publicy.
Personality: Zeke works for Zeke – and Zeke only. He would not go out of his way to actively harm anyone – but /not helping/ would definitely be a possibility if it interfered with his overall goals. He's self-centered, and helps only to help himself. He doesn't desire wealth, but reputation and, above all things, admiration – he wants to be way on the top, looking down at others and knowing that he's a better human being than them.
However, in his closed-mindedness he doesn't realise that it's exactly this kind of thinking that makes him worse....
Zeke's biggest virtue is his genius intellect. Ahead from the start, he was always on the spiral to success – maybe not stronger, but certainly cleverer than others. And that is exactly what harmed his character so much – he's ambitious, intelligent, and knows his way with people – and has been told these things a few times too often...
His Personality can thus be summed up as: Vain, egoistical, ambitious, and working for a good cause - but out of the wrong motives.
Abilities: (I decided to switch the categories around so they would make sense in context.)
Turning his blood into any substance known (in detail) to him.
This works for his whole body or only partially.
He has memorized a list of things he can turn his blood to at-will.
Any color. (Pure vanity. It's basically just normal blood with somehing similar to food dye.)
Steel (Only for a very short period of time)
Basic medication (From his time as a doctor. Coughing syrup, fever medicine, that kind of thing.)
Very, very weak poisons. (A mild acid and another, numbing one.)
Pure Acid. (Tried it out once. Remembers the formula. Very, very dangerous to himself.)
Growth Hormones. (The only way to escape his mother's rather short genes. Used it to grow taller than he normally should have.)
Estrogen. (It was just an experiment to see if he could. He swears.)
Cocaine. (He doesn't want to talk about that one. Absolutely not - though he would probably want to specify that it is not for personal use. It just... sells well.)
Weapons: Carries a self-engineered device that functions like a blood pump. Strapped to his right forearm – basically like a bypass, or an external vein – the blood flows through it so the circle is not interrupted, but it can be removed at will to be used. His favourite method of producing large quantities of a substance is to turn his blood into the transformable substance (As in: The base substance, able to adapt into everything else.) so the tube is filled with it, then remove the tube and let one single drop of what he wants to replicate fall into the tube – it will immediately adapt, producing a larger amount.
Weaknesses: He has to know the exact make-up of the substance, studying it for a few hours – mostly so he doesn't harm himself. His body can work with pretty much anything, except for:
Solids (It is still possible for him to turn, say, his arm's blood into solid steel for a /tiny/ fraction of time, not more than two or three seconds, to ward off a blow. Any longer would block his veins for too long and harm his inner organs.)
Strongly harmful substances (Poison etc.)
Class Requested: In-betweeners.