NAME: Will Stanton
Code Name: John Dough
Height: Variable, base of 5'7"
Weight: Variable, base of 140 lbs
Age: Unknown
Home: Antarctic Research Station 574-N
Powerset: Will is a metamorphic shapeshifter. His actual true form is essentially just clay, slightly warm to the touch but pliable, with a consistency vaguely reminiscent of Play-Doh. Will is a clever mimic, and quickly can copy the form and functionality of things, even if the precise mechanical workings are off. People are a different story, though the issue isn't so much that he can't copy them as it is it's fairly immediately apparent that SOMETHING is off about any person he mimics, for reasons which will become clear shortly. Scientists believe he is capable of much more, and may be holding back.
It's Will. How much more powerset do you need, veterans. Come on.
Backstory: In 1958, a research team funded by the US Army excavated the remains of what appeared to be an ancient meteor strike deep in the tundra of Antarctica. They discovered a particular interesting and unexplained compound in grid 70-N. Studies in the lab showed it to be a particularly resilient compound with a wide range of potential uses--the thought was, they could use it in the space program as a potential fuel source for their upcoming Gemini project, to better win the space race against the Ruskies, as the material seemed to replenish itself quickly. Before extensive testing could be done, however, the compound vanished from the laboratory. One of the researchers, with ties to the communist party, was sacked, and it was assumed that he had stolen the compound and sold it to the Soviet Union for use in their Vostok program. This was all covered up.
In 1973, a couch from the break room in said laboratory went missing. This concerned the staff there greatly, as it was a particularly comfortable couch, and who steals a couch from the break room of an Antarctic research facility? It doesn't make sense. Fortunately, the new pool table surprisingly brought in that same week seemed to calm dissent, until it TOO vanished four years later.
In the years that followed, a number of strange occurrences happened at Antarctic Research Station 574-N. Technology would show up when it was needed, and then be gone afterwards. It wasn't just crucial scientific equipment, either. A Pac-Man machine came and went. An espresso maker came and went. While, at first, these were viewed highly suspect and quarantined, they vanished from quarantine as well. Reports were filed, and promises were made to investigate the situation with all military speed.
Four years ago, they began the investigation, and quickly ascertained what had happened. The compound from grid 70-N had never left the facility, and it was, in fact, sentient.
This, understandably, ruffled some feathers.
Eventually, through a long and complicated process which shall not be described here, they found a way to communicate with the compound, which quickly---disturbingly quickly--picked up English and French, and was quickly happily conversing with the scientists. What to make of it was a different story entirely, especially as it seemed both cruel to keep a sentient...thing in isolation in a secluded research lab, and because there were top secret things going on there. That was bad!
Fortunatley, the new Xaviers University opened up in London. Compound 70-N was sold to them in exchange for favors to be named later.
When in humanoid form, the compound goes by "Will". When the military psychologists asked him why, he replied that it was his name.
The name it'll be using is "Will Stanton", Stanton being a far-too clever translation of base 574-N, compound 70-N. 574N70N. STANTON.
Personality: Will is happy and outgoing, and filled with fascination about the smallest things. Everything is new and strange to him, and he wants to pick up as much information as he can about everything. While he has an unusual amount of scientific and procedural knowledge, coming from being around scientists for multiple decades, he lacks other, basic human interaction skills. The concepts of "Personal space" and "property" have yet to seem to register, for example, nor does he understand why people should be treated with more respect than, say, a doorframe. That's not to say he's intentionally rude or anything of that nature. He's merely...off.
There's something deeper lurking there, however, as he displays an unusual affinity for some things which he is, theoretically, trying for the first time.