Crack Fizzle Pop

### Origin:

Crack Fizzle Pop was born Bagelstein, New Zealand. He was the tallest from his family of Greene Gnomes. All his life he longed for the sweet taste of yummy sodar. Sadly all his whole life his two older brothers drank all the soft drinks within a 3 mile radius due to their intense gluttony and lack of brain power to understand other people have feelings too, Crack Fizzle Pop was never able to enjoy the tantalizing tonic of sugar in his childhood.

When he turned 18, he left to discover a new world of fizzing. He took 1 swig of Dr. Pepper and collapsed to the floor within seconds. Waking up hours later in a hospital, he was told he was a type 1 diabetic for his whole life without knowing. He entered a state of extreme grief after he learned that his life was truly for not. He cried for days. First stating "No I'm not diabetic!", to then screaming for how this was unfair, begging what ever god was out there to restore his pancreas, only to fall into a deep depression. He ultimately accepted his way of life and left rehab after nearly a year of crying over Dr. Pepper. He played on returning home but he was worried his father, a hard working Greene Gnome, would heckle him for his carbonated cries.

He took life on his own path, becoming a wealthy land owner in New York City. He did this by creating a conspiracy about a hole forming in the ozone and that chlorofluorocarbons were to blame. He then bought all the chemical labs that produced the chlorofluorocarbons for cheap, and turned them into luxury apartments.

He had done it. He was successful, wealthy, and had the respect of his family... But he still didn't have syrupy sip of a sodar pop. This drove him mad for years. He suddenly had a rush of emotions one night and broke down in the middle of one of his yet to be covered labs, and found a dented can Dr. Pepper. The memories flooded back all at once. He thought to himself "I was young, maybe I'll be fine?" as he clambered towards the can. "I'll just counter balance!" he muttered under his breathe with vials of insulin at the ready. "1... 2... 3" He swigged and sipped most desperately. The same feeling of innards twisting took over. He read the back of the can before he passed out only to noticed it wasn't carbonated with any carbon, it had been carbonated with a slurry of chlorofluorocarbons. He awoke that morning with a pain in his veins, this is when he gained his signature abilities and took on mantle of Crack Fizzle Pop, swearing revenge on the world for not letting him drink sodar pop.

### Power:

When Crack Fizzle Pop grabs their victim, as long as he has contact for more than 5 seconds, he will begin covering all their bodily fluids into soda. This proves lethal to anyone that can't counter act the effects. If the target has no bodily fluids he can begin covering their outer layers to soda bubbles extremely slowly, taking up wards of 30 minutes per square inch of skin. Both Processes are extremely painful. As blood is covered into Soda, it begins fizzing as it is pumped through the target's vessels. The target is likely to die from their blood vessels bursting from the pressure of the fizzy soft drink.

The main drawback to his abilities is that he can barely control himself, drinking all of the converted fluids, to then run away at a great pace in order to escape the battle as he injects himself with insulin to make sure he doesn't die in combat.