Sanya Snezhana!

Despite humanity being at constant war with Mother Nature no longer, the cardinal rule, survival of the fittest, eternally reigns supreme. Death is the rule, survival is the exception, and hope is damned to be forever in vain.
The strong flourish upon the suffering of the weak and — Glory, save her soul — Sanya Snezhana is the epitome of weak.
Every moment warrants a constant reminder, smearing it in the face: life has no place for something as indubitably frail, wretched, and pathetic as meek little Sanya beyond licking the shit upon its heel and prostrating herself as a show of deference.

When you find yourself to be a lowly little mouse, every figure is a skyscraper. Every extended hand aims to be the cause of your complete and utter destruction. Every grin expertly hides gnashing teeth drooling at the prospect of rending pale, teary-eyed flesh asunder. One's true colors can be glimpsed by becoming the muse of boundless gluttony, lust, and rage.
…What a cold, heartless, unloving beast the Galactic Glory has turned out to be.
Thus, when she felt her very identity fracture under the unyielding force of mutating, she explored the art of camouflage to escape the drooling maw of the Kravinoff estate, melding her skin and self to be perfect replicas of her targets served as a crutch to understand how insignificant and infinitesimal she truly is in the eyes of life and the Universe…

…No matter. Her curse has, undoubtedly, served Sanya well in the grand scheme of things. The gilded muzzles from the Kravinoff estate would still be a haunting presence without this newfound power, after all. Anything, even death itself, is a luxury compared to that perdition.
Now that she's in the chaotic graces of Nouvelle-Yorke, however, she found her most fallible mind beginning to wonder to and fro, free and unrestrained from the burden of appearing prim and proper; did she miss the Kravinoff estate? Even now, she feels dredges of… anguish — thinking of her elder sister, especially. That pathetic excuse of a creature; the gluttonous tiger.

No, surely. Impossible. The past was a living hell and time marches forever onward.
…Although, at least that hell — not just the mansion, but her sister — had given Sanya a purpose for living. The ultimate terror of being directionless, like a leaf caught in a violent wind, is being realized.

How pathetic this all is. Behold, the Universe's longest running gag.

Attributes

Abilities

• Appearance alteration
  You know how marine animals change the pigmentation of their skin? That's how Sanya alters traits like skin/eye color, freckles, beauty marks, etc. Anything that isn't flat can be molded directly from her skin, like clay, or faked through props.
• Mastery of mimickry
• Mastery of disguise

Equipment

• Handgun
• Tranquilizer gun
• Pocket knife
• Cyanide capsule
  Just in case.
• Disguise kit
  Full of reference notes of quirks and habits, costumes, casual clothes, photographs... Most references are digitized to save space while on the move.
• Pocket mirror
• Smoke bomb
• Star locket
  Just in case she forgets who she is.
• Masks
• Sketchbook
• Notepad
• Writing utensils

Notes

• Sanya doesn't know what their gender is. Not male, not female, some sinister third option, maybe.
• Sanya talks about being small in part because she's physically short. About 5'1 (155.4 cm) or so.
• Skinny. Deathly so, actually. Gaunt and scrawny.
• Either looks like they will bawl their eyes out or has a cold, blank expression on their face. Very little in between.
• Doesn't really show emotion or body language at all unless they're impersonating someone. Even then, it's either stiff or overdone… for now.
• Has scars and marks littering their body from previous abuse.
• If they're impersonating someone, there might be a flaw here and there (for now).
• When not impersonating anyone, their voice is a raspy, soft whisper. Very rarely gets any louder than that, even when distressed.
• Kind of scruffy? Like a wet sock.
• No fingerprints. He used his mutation to kind of just… get rid of them.

Trivia

• Doesn't have a favorite food. They haven't earned that right.
• …However, they greatly enjoy bread with raspberry jam on top served with a cup of 2% milk. Millet porridge is also good.
• Loves reading books because it's a nice, quiet hobby and allows her to escape reality. Ironically, her favorite tropes are extreme angst and whump with no happy ending.
• Dislikes listening to music because they find it disruptive. Doesn't tell anyone this out of fear of making a fuss.
• Hates playing music more than she hates listening to it. Bad memories all around, especially with the piano or electric guitar. It's Kravinoff's fault. Blame her, not Sanya. …Please.
• Has a weird relationship with art; they can't tell if they like or dislike it since they find themself strangely drawn toward sculpting, painting, and the like regardless.
• Sanya's only other genuine hobby is people-watching. This is also Kravinoff's fault. Some call this 'stalking,' but Sanya prefers to think of himself as ever-so-slightly too dignified to resort to such deplorable acts.
• Accidentally slips up frequently and refers to Kravinoff as 'Sasha' or 'big sister' due to the latter's manipulation. Sanya then gets angry at herself and cries.
• Horrible at gauging what emotion they're experiencing at any given moment until it snowballs and explodes.
• Only really likes clothing that covers their body entirely, but doesn't stand out.
• Named themself 'Chameleon' despite knowing nothing about the animal, including that — ironically — chameleons change their coloring mostly to engage in social signalling and react to stimuli, not to camouflage themselves. Sanya found out about this after making a name for themself and still feels like a failure for not double-checking, but it's too awkward to change it now.
• Needs as many people to like them — or at least tolerate them — as possible. Please. Please. Please. Please tell Sanya they're doing a good job.
• Their art style has been referred to as "surrealist and uncanny." Sanya still can't tell if this is good or bad, considering she sticks to naturalistic realism.