Name: Clay Williams
Age: 27
Hair: brown
Eyes: hazel
Bloodflow: Brazilian-american
Languages Spoken: English and Portugese
Race: Mutant
Affiliation: None
Occupation: Assassin (specializes in political, public targets)

Powers: Clay's body, cliche enough, is roughly the consistancy of silly putty. The young man has no bones, though with concentration he can form a rough duplicate of both those...and his formal human features. Otherwise; he is a faceless manaquin. Nutrients simply ooze where they are needed, rather then hold to any formed organs, and as such Clay is a hard man to kill. This also means he has trouble 'stomaching' any foods other then broths and soups. Clay also has the ability to take on the likeness of a man whose face haunts him daily; the hated vissage of his father. Otherwise, he finds his concentration lacking if he tries to mimic the appearance of others. He's no shapeshifter.

History: Son of a low-class buisnessman and a portly Brazilian mail-order-bride, Clay has lived his life in the shadow of Hell's Kitchen. He remembers little of his childhood but his attempts to avoid his father's drunken rages against him; the third mouth to feed. Fortunately for young Williams, the only time that his father managed to blacken his eye was also the point his mother (who worked long, late hours at a laundramat) found out about her husband's abuse. And the woman would not stand for it. She quite litteraly threw the smaller man about the house before bodily pitching him into the streets, vowing to kill him if he ever raised a hand towards her son again. The american never did return, preffering to cut his losses with a marrage made for looks.

Clay grew up a gutterpunk, but one always very well-mannered towards women. When he discovered his powers, he realized what it would mean for his mother if the neighborhoods found out that there was a mutant in their midst. He severed all but the most tremulous of ties with her and promptly went underground, searching for a way to make a living. The politicians hardly made things easier, with their showboating and finger-pointing, and a deep, seething hatred grew within the man. Finaly, he decided, he could make a living removing these men from the Earth. Yes, he was aware that murder was a crime - more so, a sin - but accepted that for any good to be done, perhaps a few sinners had to be willing to take the fall and thin the ranks of the wicked.

Useing his powers in unique ways, particularly to deliver biological poisions and venoms, Clay now earns his pay on the backs of the dead, supporting his mother with bloodmoney and lies of working for a computer firm.