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To Sigmund there wasn't any need for him to be here, there were plenty of other places that he could be right now that would be equally satisfying. A city in China, some backwoods town in Virginia, a mountain in Europe. It didn't quite matter, as long as he was destroying something he was content. But here we are, some bitch with too many arms had connived him into joining her for a short period of time. No reward was offered to him, aside from the satisfaction of blowing something incredibly powerful up. Unfortunately, it was a long con, and Sigmund fell right into her wily trap. 

Without any warning she had gassed him, knocking him unconscious with a potent sleeping agent. When he awoke from the gas she had used, he was totally and wildly blind. Furious and blind, Sigmund thought that she had popped his other eye, for about three or so hours he was just howling in fury. Tugging at the bindings that were apparently holding him in place, it wasn't until the third hour that he noticed that he was beginning to see vague shapes. He realized that his eye wasn't popped, he had just been placed in a pitch black room. 

So that was nice.

Now he was pissed off that he had been trapped in some dark enclosure and tied to the wall. "What? Torture? Try me you mutant bitch." Maybe it was psychological torture, because the silence that followed was even worse than any kind of torture that he could be feeling right about now. Another hour or so until even a hint of a noise, and it was some putz with a southern drawl. Muffled by a few feet of material, obviously not particularly strong or quality material. It didn't muffle "General Freedom" enough for Sigmund. Though it did let him know that Kali was still around, which was nice to know. 

"I'm going to gut that bitch when I see her again." Sigmund grumbled under his breath just before the room began to rumble violently. The floor in front of General Freedom began to part like the Red Sea, light flooded Sigmund's cage as the portal opened. It was about this time that Sigmund noticed that his clothes had been changed. From a dingy torn outfit to a freshly washed outfit of a solid brown T-Shirt and Blue Jeans, no shoes or socks. 

Kali had stripped him, why? Appearances? Is she recording this?

The pupil of the mangled warrior tightened to a pinprick as the light seared his eye, a hulking form of a man stood above him. Smaller than the swordsman sent after him once, but only just. No stink of godly power, it wasn't an agent of that Golden Cunt. 

But just the look of this prick had already made Sigmund angry. "What kind of outfit is this? Captain America combined with Stargirl?" 

These insults were spat as the chained warrior was raised from the ground below, the floor leveled out. Putting Freedom and Sigmund on the same plane, but leaving Sigmund chained to some manner of cross. "Well? What now? Did she tie me up just so I could die with my hand tied up? Is this it?" He snorted and hocked a snotwad on the ground before him. "This how you do? Get some cunt to catch me and then kill me?" 

To Freedom it might not be wholly evident, but the chains are only superficially holding him in place. This likely wasn't part of Kali's plan, but the chains that bind him weren't enough to keep him down. It would take little effort to tear himself free, but for some reason, Sigmund wanted to see what this Star Spangled Asshole had to say.

Name: Sigmund Collins "The Splatterer" (Semifinal Chapter)

Race: Pissed-Off / Technically Human (Middle Eastern, Caucasian)

Sex: Pissed-Off Testosterone Beast (Male)

Age: Twenty god damn five (25)

Height: Six feet four fucking inches (6'4")

Weight: Fourteen god damn tons (28,210 lbs)

Personal Description: In the history of the universe, there has never been a single being who is filled with more rage. With all of the reason in the world, Sigmund is constantly and unbearably pissed off. Sigmund has lost his mind with anger, ever since he was driven over the edge by an incredibly complex series of unfortunate circumstances. There is hardly a personality buried underneath the pure liquid rage that is Sigmund's personality. In fact, the only way he can even resemble calm, is after he's made a gruesome mess of someone standing in his way. And even then, he's still in a slow boiling rage. 

Physical Description: Take a reasonably attractive fellow with a long flowing mane of hair and a decent length beard. With emerald green eyes, a square jaw and a sharp nose. The body of an adonis without a single hair from the neck down. Now take that and tear off the left arm, burn the left half, tear out half of the hair and beard, pop his left eye, and drive him mad. You've got Sigmund. Sigmund's hair that was once a golden brown and smooth as silk is burnt black and matted, hanging off of his head. Forced to cling there by his eternal youth. The beard is now dry and charred, half of it bearing the colors that it once had.  The socket where his eye once was is empty with blackened scraps of what is left of his eye. They're trapped in eternal stasis, because Sigmund has no regeneration factor, he's only eternally young.  

A massive burn mark runs from the top of his head to his hip, overlapping what was once an ear. The charred lump of flesh that was once an ear is now a hill with a hole in it, he's effectively deaf on his left side. 

Onto his left "arm;" Halfway between the shoulder and the elbow is a shredded stump with a shard of bone that pierces through the scar material. A sharp fragment of bone shows through his stump, exposed to the air and nature. 

What was once a hairless body is now a hairy masculine form with matted and unkempt body hair.  Sigmund, once beautiful, is now hideous. 

His face, twisted into a visage of rage, is constantly scowling. Even at his calmest moments, in his sleep, the muscles at the edge of his mouth twitch into a frown. 

Skills, Powers, and Abilities:
Eternal Youth: Sigmund is cursed with Eternal Youth, his body can never age, and therefore cannot die of age. However, he does not have regenerative powers. Whatever injury he sustains, he must live with, forever. Killing himself isn't an option, Sigmund fears that he would lose his powers, if he dies. No, Sigmund has to deal with this curse for eternity. Until the day someone kills him, or until he gets his revenge.
Explosive Energy: A result of the god's powers being transfered into him, Sigmund gained a fraction of his power in the form of explosive projectiles and strikes. Each strike carries on average the same force and velocity as 100 tons of dynamite, enough to level a city block in a single blow. The explosive force can be increased on a whim, though anything greater than 1 kiloton of dynamite takes time for him to charge up. The explosive energy can be projected from any point on his body, though the most accuracy comes from firing it from his mouth and the palm of his hand. Before exploding, for .01 seconds, there is an incredibly bright flash of golden light and the smell of burning copper. Immediately succeeded by the explosion. The flash of light is so quick that it can't cause retinal damage. 

The explosions can be reduced to various levels, depending on the situation. As well, the energy can be molded into various shapes with simple hand movements, allowing him to create specialty projectiles to reach certain areas that his normal projectiles wouldn't.

When thrown, the projectiles can reach speeds up to Mach 7. As they accelerate themselves once they leave his hand, by creating a trail of smaller explosions behind themselves.
Explosive Propulsion: While he cannot fly, Sigmund can generate an explosive anywhere on his body. If he detonates it near himself, he can choose whether or not he is accelerated by the explosive force of his energy. If he uses it in air, he can easily and rapidly course correct. This allows him to 'fly' at speeds well beyond the speed of sound, though accuracy isn't his strong suit. Every acceleration is guaranteed to be in a decaying straight line. The highest recorded speed that he has ever flown has been mach 5, and that was only once. While the feat is still entirely possible, he does have trouble maintaining speeds of that level.
Immunity to Own Powers: Sigmund is immune to the effects of his own powers, preventing himself from being destroyed by his own attacks. This provides him with no immunity to other explosives, because he is only immune to the effects of his own energy.
Self Destruction: Though normally immune to the effects of his own explosives, Sigmund is not actually totally immune to their power. If he intentionally detonates an explosive charge inside of his own body, it will cause him to self destruct. Detonating not only his body, but the aura around him. Multiplying the explosive power of a simple attack into the explosive power of 10 kilotons of Dynamite. Destroying himself and leveling the area.
Tangible Aura: Sigmund can produce an aura of the same energy that he can project, making it into a semi-solid form around his body. Clinging to him like armor. It protects him from energy blasts, projectiles, and anything that would harm him. The aura is violent and constantly shifting, but maintaining a constant shape at the same time. It has the same texture as crumbling wood but its strength is its greatest feat. While only a quarter inch thick, it has the strength of three inches of boron steel. Making it all but impenetrable to anything but the highest powered foes. This makes him resistant to all conventional weaponry that is less than comparable to 1 ton of TNT.

While it is made from the same energy, unless he intentionally triggers their inherent explosive powers, it does not explode on contact like the rest of his explosives. This is demonstrative of his fine control over his explosive nature, despite his seemingly unhinged behavior. Belying a calculating mind underneath the uncontrollable anger.

Body Extension: With little effort, Sigmund can extend his limbs up to 600 feet at just under the speed of sound. This allows Sigmund to increase his reach for grabbing and striking, allowing him to travel by swinging and launching himself from the ground. Sigmund is a master of mobility, utilizing his reflexes and intense sensory abilities to seem as though he is flying. Even if he's just jumping. swinging, and being propelled through the air.
Supernatural Strength: A result of the stolen godly powers; Sigmund is capable of lifting 75 tons of weight. Formerly, he was capable of lifting well over double that weight. However, with the loss of his arm, he no longer can lift that much weight.
Supernatural Pain Resistance: Sigmund has built up an immunity to pain since the fight with the golden god, allowing him to continue fighting regardless of how much he is injured. It isn't until the limb becomes totally unusable that he will resign to not using it.
Supernatural Stamina: This is the skinny of it, Sigmund doesn't get tired. Period. Sigmund can't get tired, with a supernatural well of energy constantly flowing into him, he never runs out of stamina. Sigmund doesn't grow tired as the fight progresses, Sigmund's body simply stops working if it's pushed too far.
Supernatural Speed: On foot, Sigmund can run at just under the speed of sound. The exact speed ranges from 690 mph to 750 mph, the wind resistance stumbles him while he's running at those speeds so he can't maintain a constant.
Supernatural Durability: Sigmund is immensely more durable than a normal human. With a skin density comparable to steel and bone density comparable to titanium. Sigmund may not be the most powerful being in the universe, but he can trade blows with the best of them.
Supernatural Reflexes: Sigmund's sensory organs have been sharpened to impossible levels, allowing him to react in time to speeds up to mach 7. With his body being able to react in time with speeds up to Mach 5, his reaction speed is nothing to shake a stick at.

Backstory: Born the heir to a multi-billion dollar oil company in the Middle East, Sigmund was cursed with Multiple Sclerosis from the day he was born. His family dedicated millions to trying to find a cure for his disease before it was too late, but they failed. Sigmund succumbed to MS by the age of 12. No doctor could prevent him from becoming wheelchair bound and almost entirely paralyzed, unable to move anything but his mouth. Sigmund and his family bore witness to a remarkable event. From the heavens decended a god of great power, warring with a dark beast of indescribable horror. The battle lasted for hours, half of the city was damaged by their clash. In the end, the god prevailed. With a whipe of his brow, he grasped the bloodied remains of the great beasts and ascended to the heavens once more. 

A single sparkling hair, drenched in the sweat of the glorious golden god, fell from the sky. It was quickly collected by government agents and taken away. Sigmund's family saw the events first hand, and witnessed the agents taking it. With their connections and the money based politics of the modern age, Sigmund's family was able to pay their way to witness the experiments conducted by the government scientists. With literal billions of dollars, they managed to buy the right to have the experiments conducted on Sigmund. In the scarce hope that the powers of a god would be able to cure his illness.

After years of research and development, however, it paid off. Sigmund was blessed with remarkable powers, similar to the ones displayed by the descending god in the fight between he and the beast. Officially an agent of the government, Sigmund was a special soldier called in for specialty tasks. Slay a demon, protect the earth from intergalactic horrors, so on and so forth. Sigmund was a superman, and every moment of this perfect body was heaven for him. The responsibilities were nothing to him, he never tied, never aged, and had the power to take down any foe.

Until one day.

From the heavens once again, the same golden god appeared. Sigmund, in a reckless and excited gambit, challenged the golden god to a one on one duel. The golden god obliged.

This was the last day that Sigmund was truly happy. 

On the field of battle, his body was destroyed by the god. Though the god has since asked for forgiveness, Sigmund never recovered from his injuries. Physically or mentally.

He left the employ of the government and became a serial killer. Officially, through government channels he was known as 'The Splatterer.' Everything that had gone good for him was now wrong. He had become a hero, something spectacular to be marvelled at, and then it was dashed in only mere ten minutes. All of his power remained, but in what? A mangled husk of what was once the perfect man.

Sigmund lost his mind over the course of a year, every single time he began to think about that day he blamed that golden god. He blamed him for everything that had happened to him. Every single thing that had gone wrong with his life past that point was that accursed being's fault.

To this day, Sigmund trains every day. Mastering his abilities, becoming an increasingly present threat as time goes by. 

In time, Sigmund plans to raid the heavens themselves.

To get his revenge on that filthy god. 

The cry of a mad warrior; "One day."
Explosive Energy:
The power Sigmund demonstrates is actually an extension of his very willpower, a 'psychic' ability. Unlike a psychic who would lift a glass of water, Sigmund's abilities extend outwards in the direction that he wishes for them to extend. The destructive and explosive nature, however, is actually intentional. As his will passes through the atoms that he wills it to, they begin to explode, making the nature of his attacks comparable to small atom bombs. Slight amounts of radiation are released, as well as huge amounts of energy. 

His aura only crackles and maintains its position around his body by him simply chosing to not detonate the atoms in the air around him. 

Oxygen, carbon, nitrogen, so on and so forth, don't contain the same amount of energy as a uranium atom. However, he detonates so much of it that it becomes comparable. 

Sigmund's powers become exceptionally dangerous in closed spaces, as the supply of air begins to dwindle very rapidly. The up-side to this, is that Sigmund NEEDS matter nearby to utilize his explosive powers. 

Oddly enough, his explosives are not fissal. They do not utilize nuclear fission. They utilize fusion, tearing apart certain atoms and blasting them at others to create new forms and greater explosions. Much like the Hydrogen bomb.

Contact With Matter: 
On contact with a punch, Sigmund doesn't actually detonate any of the matter that makes up his foe's body. Instead, he detonates the air near their body. Instead of simply injuring them, this injures them and pushes them back. This allows Sigmund finer control over the position of his enemy, as long as they can survive a strike from him. 

However, on contact with the ground or concrete. Sigmund can simply explode whatever he touches, this is more as a show of force. The higher the density atom, the better. So sticking his fingers into a pile of concrete and detonating it would yeild a much more potent explosion than just the air around him. 

Supernatural Abilities: 
The long and short of it is massive genetic mutation. With the power of a god coursing through his veins, his body naturally mutated into a form that would be capable of sustaining itself with this energy. While it isn't a perfect mutation, it did allow him to survive the energy. It's what granted him the ability to move once again, and be capable of such supernatural feats. 

With the power of a god in him, his evolution was sharply accelerated. As his body had the necessary fuel and material to do so. It's not a complex transformation, but it is a transformation none-the-less.

Sigmund's Rage:
This can be attributed to brain damage, during his bout with the golden god, Sigmund's head was crushed slighly by the god's assault. While the god let up quickly, believing that he had let him survive with only a reasonable amount of injury, it had caused a shard of bone to be pressed into a certain part of his brain. The part of his brain that controls hormones and emotion, the pressure forces his body to produce an immense amount of the chemicals that are present when you are enraged. 

If this injury hadn't occured, Sigmund would be a normally functioning member of society. However, it has profoundly altered his bodily chemistry to the point where it can't actually be repaired. Even if the shard of bone was fully removed, his body is so used to producing the chemicals that it  would continue to do so for at least the next thirty years. 

As it stands, Sigmund's behavior is violently self-destructive. Despite him claiming to fear death, he throws himself into situations that make the world his enemy. The strongest and most well equipped stand up to him, and it sometimes seems as though he's intentionally trying to die. Even though his body won't let him. 

Sigmund's Density: 
Sigmund's body is phenominally dense, to the point where he's bordering on having a slight gravitational pull. He doesn't actually have one, but if he were heavier, he would. This density is due to the nature of his transformation into his new form. During the experimentation, he was constantly hooked up with wires and machinery. Strapped to a heavy metal slab of a bed with a casing of blast plastic around him. All of this was to protect the scientists from harm, and keep Sigmund in place. Just in case the experiment went horribly wrong.

When Sigmund was transformed by the godly powers, he immediately and rapidly destroyed everything around his body in a 20 yard radius. Crushing it into basic components before it was sucked into his body. All of the heavy machinery and protective equipment had been absorbed by Sigmund, and converted into usable material for his new body. 

The matter was compressed and reconfigured into entirely different forms of matter, technically making Sigmund 10% flesh and 90% artificial biological components.

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