[Bixir] Leonard Snart {Outsiders}

General Information

Full Name:
Leonard Snart.
Codename or Alias:
Len.
Captain Parka.
Igloo Man.
Captain Cold.
Frosty the Rogue Man.
Mister Zero.
Anonymity
Leonard Snart is a known felon and registered within numerous law enforcement databases as a wanted fugitive, armed and extremely dangerous. He has never been apprehended. Snart’s reputation in Brockton Bay is such that he is recognized as one of the major players in the local criminal underworld.
Gender:
Male.
Race:
Homo Sapiens.
Age:
Thirty-four.
Place Of Birth:
Brockton Bay, Massachusetts.
Occupation/Status:
Bank Robber.
Supercriminal.
Lethal Protector.
Brother.
Rogue.
Alignment:
Villain.
Factions:
The Rogues.
Canon Or Original?:
Canon {The Flash}

Powers/Abilities:
Practically Minded
Leonard Snart has been a technical man from the word go. He is sensible with his time and his resources. Nothing is left to waste, nor to chance. He knows how to keep a low profile socially, as well as how to minimize his footprint on the world. He was forced to learn many hands-on skills on his own, and often at great personal risk. Leonard has emerged from these experiences as a hardened urban survivor who is very difficult to pin down in any given situation. If there is a way out, Leonard Snart will find it.

Street-Level Genius
Leonard Snart never graduated from high school, though with his expertise one may believe that he majored in applied sciences. Using only secondhand research and personal technical know-how, Leonard Snart built his signature cold gun with uncanny results. He has performed similar feats of engineering with other Rogues’ weaponry and technology, including (but not limited to):

• Military-grade communications equipment
• Rewriting highly advanced machine and vehicle software
• Flamethrowers and heavy artillery
• Tags that are invisible to telecomm sensors
• Matter phase shifting
• Nano-thorn generators

Professional Criminal
More than anything, Leonard Snart is a criminal. A bank robber. A jewelry thief. A smuggler. The list goes on. Snart has been evading the law for most of his life, both mundane police and the super-powered Protectorate that try to hunt him down to no avail. He is widely considered to be the best in the business of procuring things that don’t belong to him, and often with little to no casualties. His ability to slip between the cracks and get away with the prize every time is a testament to his reputation as one of Brockton Bay’s master criminals. Snart is no common murderer, though he is no less capable of showcasing that ruthless cruelty to those who deserve it.





Weapons/Items:

Cold Gun
Captain Cold’s gun is an experimental energy weapon that uses a modified cyclotron to fire negatively charged particles as energy beams that travel at near the speed of light. These particles cause the molecules in the affected areas to reach a state of absolute zero and stop moving. This does not (necessarily) make this weapon a cold gun, though this is a common misconception that Snart makes no attempt to correct. So long as the affected molecules are able to be re-activated, the targets of the Cold Gun can be restored to their default state with no harm. To date, nothing has been noted to escape or resist the Cold Gun’s effects upon exposure.


Cold Goggles
In order to prevent himself from becoming blinded by the white-hot glow of his weapon (and to accessorize), Snart developed special goggles that he wears whenever he’s on the job (and often when he isn’t). These also protect him from other blinding effects like flashbangs and other bright lights. Over the years, these goggles have been modified with interchangeable lenses that allow him to view other electromagnetic spectra.


Appearance

Image:



Physical Appearance:
Leonard Snart cuts a wiry frame, not necessarily intimidating but not vulnerable, either. His brown hair is trimmed closely to his scalp. He stands at above-average height, though he walks as one confident enough that size differences are irrelevant. His eyes are a fierce, dark blue, bordering on brown. Overall, Leonard’s physical profile is - intentionally - unremarkable. If not for his Cold Gun, Leonard could easily pass as an ordinary man traipsing about in the New England chill.
Clothing and Armor:
Snart uses a variety of outfits in his daily (and nightly) operations. He will use whatever the job calls for, though his signature uniform usually suffices. A thick, blue parka, replete with (ethically sourced) seal fur and windbreakers to keep him warm in even the worst conditions. The heavy coat is outfitted with armored compartments that effectively render the wearer bulletproof, as well as resistant against most conventional force trauma. Winter fashion aside, this outfit is almost completely mundane from the outset, particularly for someone working hard labor in a Massachusetts factory.


Personality
Sexual Orientation:
Pansexual.
General Personality:
Leonard Snart has all the time in the world for bullshit. He carries himself with a devil-may-care attitude in everything he does, caring not a whit for all seriously he should be reacting to a given situation. He throws quips around as often as a webslinger, either to ease tension or to put his opponents off balance. Snart readily recognizes how patently absurd this world is, and eagerly leans into the nonsensical tone of being a professional thief in a world filled with the fastest, smartest people alive. Rather, Snart mocks the entire premise, taking it in stride insofar as it pertains to helping him pay his bills.



Conversely, Leonard Snart has no time for bullshit. Aloof con he may be, the man takes his profession extremely seriously. He holds supervillainy in the same regard as other vocations, and he makes his discontent clear to the majority of his so-called peers. Wanton murderers, self-declared gods, or worse, entrepreneurs. Snart holds himself and his Rogues to a different standard, which has come to set them apart from the competition. Snart won’t kill just anyone, and he’ll never put an innocent in harm’s way. In his eyes, only those in “the life” - cops, fellow criminals, vigilantes, authority figures - are fair game. Going after anyone else is animal behavior, and Snart won’t hesitate to treat those perpetrators as such. The same goes for his Rogues - while Snart embraces them as his own brothers and sisters, he won’t blink to cast them out (or worse) if they violate these principles.

Face/Voice:
Wentworth Miller.


Anything Else




The Rogues
The Rogues are a “villain’s union” made up of principled criminals who take their infamous career as seriously as any other job. They are predominantly based in the forlorn city of Brockton Base, Massachusetts, though their reach encompasses the entire continental United States, so long as the job is right. Anyone on the wrong side of the law can apply to become a Rogue, so long as they agree to the following terms:

• No killing anyone outside of “the life”. Cops, rival criminals, superheroes are all open season. But civilians, women and children, the elderly, etc. are off limits. The Rogues are professionals, not thugs.
• No drugs. That means taking them or dealing them. Period. The same goes for exploiting or abusing others. The Rogues do clean, honest work.
• Never compromise the Rogues. Second only to the first rule is loyalty to your brothers and sisters, and not to any institution. The Maggia, the Hellfire Society, they’re only on the Rogues’ side when they’re a client. Only be true to yourself and your colleagues.
• Keep a low profile. One Rogue’s bad decision affects every Rogue.

Those who fail to uphold these principles - for any reason - are expelled from the group. Usually fatally. Some of the more notable Rogues are:

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• Lisa Snart / “Golden Glider” {The Flash}
• Mick Rory / “Heat Wave” {The Flash}
• Faultline {Worm}
• Ghost {Iron Man}
• Mary MacPherran / “Titania” {The Incredible Hulk}
• Herman Schultz / “The Shocker” {Spider-Man}

Character's History

Siblings:
Lisa Snart - Younger sister, the Golden Glider
Mother:
Shirley Snart
Father:
Lawrence Snart
Other Family:
Snart regards the Rogues as his family - he would do anything for them, and they for him.

History:


The Snart household was broken before Leonard was born. His father was a perpetual drunk, and he was not gentle. Leonard’s mother suffered his rage often, though never enough for her to leave or seek help. In Brockton Bay, you were lucky if the “cops” weren’t the ones dealing on the streets. Leonard never asked his mother why they decided to have him in a place like that. Maybe it hadn’t been a decision. No one will know. As a boy, their son was out of the house more than he was inside, and not because of school. Even if his mother couldn’t see the danger of the life waiting for him at home, he could. To be frank, the only reason Leonard stuck around at all was to look after his younger sister when she came into his life. He deserved better, but Lisa… Lisa deserved the goddamned world. Leonard swore to himself that he would make that happen. She quickly proved to be smarter and more cunning than even him. If nothing else, the Snart siblings had each other.

In their frequent wanderings from the spiffed up shed her parents called an apartment, Leonard and Lisa became familiar with Brockton Bay’s oppressive cape culture. The districts of the dreary Massachusetts city were divided among the local warlords, super-powered criminals who had little to fear from the authorities who settled for “normalcy”. None of this mattered to Leonard, and why would it? A white boy growing up in a hopeless family in a hopeless city. The “American Dream” that Winslow High tried to cram down Leonard’s throat only hardened his bitterness. Lisa thought differently. Believed differently. Already she was getting ideas for what their future would look like, and it wasn’t going to involve moping around; Leonard wouldn’t catch up with her until he was well into adulthood. If it weren’t for Lisa, Leonard would have joined his peers in drudgery at the hands of the super-powered gangs… Leonard grew to hate super powers.



Life after school, after running away from that home for good, wasn’t that much different for the young Snart. He made ends meet however he could - usually through petty shoplifting or scrounging for essentials wherever he could. Typical American middle-class behavior. Lisa actually tried to make a life for herself. Leonard knew better than to ask her about that part of her affairs. What mattered was that they got through it. Mostly. Through strokes of luck both great and terrible, Leonard was able to land a job at the factory, one that made enough money for something with a roof. They were getting somewhere. Something was working… that “something” was the fact that Leonard had fallen in with coworkers who were card-carrying members of Empire Eighty-Eight, the white supremacist super-gang who ran downtown Brockton Bay. It was subtle, at first. Some casual racism here, a Nazi quote there. Leonard knew how to play dumb to make sure he and Lisa were cared for. Eventually, it stopped being subtle. One night, Leonard was spirited away by a goddamn fog monster for a terror ride across the town. The last thing Leonard remembered that night was taking a face full of “snowflame”, Empire’s signature cocaine. What followed… Well, like his sister, there were parts of Leonard’s life that are better left unsaid. What will be said is this: Snarts always get their due.

Leonard devoted his life to hitting Empire Eighty-Eight where it hurts. It didn’t matter that they were the worst of humanity who had the might to enforce their bigotry, or that Leonard was one broke factory worker up against the most powerful white supremacist movement in American history. These bastards were going to regret what they did to him. What they did to this city every day. Lisa was right there with him. People like them had been pushed around by the so-called all-powerful for far too long. It didn’t take long for the two of them to get dirt on the bastards who had drugged Leonard, or how their “gifts” worked. It made no difference how powerful you thought you were. Everything returns to zero eventually. The first major heist that the Snart siblings pulled off was a cyclotron that was being showcased at a Protectorate-sponsored museum event. For amateur street urchins, they were damn good at this. Lisa planned everything down to the wire. By the time anyone realized something was amiss, the siblings were long gone. It wouldn’t take long for them to resurface. They had Nazis to hunt.



Compared to everything else Leonard Snart had been through, turning the cyclotron into a weapon was child’s play. So was getting the equipment he would need to protect himself from its effects. Thrift parkas were a dime a dozen in Brockton Bay. Then, Leonard and his sister turned their attention to their targets: Andrea Schmidt and Geoff Schmidt. Night and Fog. Stormfront’s favorite toadies in Empire Eighty-Eight. When Fog’s gaseous form was exposed to the Cold Gun, he was transformed into liquid - irreversibly - nearly instantly. Night worse: whatever thing she turned into turned into a limp noodle under extreme temperatures. One by one, each of Night’s monstrous body parts were frozen solid and then promptly shattered. Night was forced to retain her form - if she tried to shift back into her human form, the pain would have killed her instantly. Instead, Snart dragged out her suffering over several hours before she finally expired.

Their attack on Empire went really well. Too well. The horde of Empire thugs waiting for the Snart siblings when they came home was proof of that. Or, they would have been there, if not for the man who had taken matters into his own hands. Leonard and Lisa’s home was on fire, but not from any Nazis. The lone man sitting on their sloop with a cigar and a flamethrower three sizes too big introduced himself as Mick Rory. He had been catching wind of what the two of them had been doing around town to people like the Empire. Especially tonight. He wanted in. Who was Leonard to tell this magnificent bastard no? Lisa, for one, on account of their half-burned apartment, but she was in a mind to not join the charred corpses around them that hadn’t taken the hint. This wasn’t what she had in mind for a gang of their own. By the way, they were starting a gang. If people like them were going to survive against people like Empire Eighty-Eight and Hench and the rest of the Cabal, they needed their own lifelines. Leonard approved, so long as everyone agreed on following some principles. They were Rogues, but that didn’t mean they were murderers or drug dealers or fucking Nazis. So it would be.



Over the next several years, Captain Cold’s Rogues became a household name in Brockton Bay’s supervillain circuit. Anyone who tried anything in their home neighborhood quickly regretted it. The same went for those who tried to follow in their wake. Snart had no patience for copycats, especially incompetent ones. Faultline was neither. Agreeing to even meet with a Parahuman was a hard sell, but Lisa convinced him to give her crew a chance. They were a principled mercenary force like them, and they had a stake in this city’s independence from the Cabal like anybody else. Before the first meeting was even over, Snart had decided to make an exception for her people… but only just. The war with the Cabal was just getting started. They were going to need all the help they could get.

Role Play Sample:

Leonard Snart looked over the table that his sister had spent the last few hours preparing for them. It was an intricate thing: it was a hardlight reconstruction of Brockton Bay, to scale. Prominent landmarks, like Captain’s Hill, the Market, and even the goddamn Medhall Building, dotted the electroscopic display. Individual people milling about the streets, captured by the surveillance cameras that Glider had appropriated for the Rogues. Some of these people showed up in a bright red filter, marking them as persons of interest. Ruby Thursday. Oni Lee. Bitch. Snowflame. Granted, these colors were filtered blue through his goggles’ lenses. There was a joke about snow blindness in there.

It was far from perfect, but it was a start. Snart wondered how many of the Cabal bothered with this shit. They had books and numbers on their side. The Rogues didn’t spend the past several months on all this spy stuff because it’s what they wanted to do. They had needed to.

He looked over at their partner who had insisted on this in the first place. He studied Faultline’s face, which was to say her obnoxious welding mask. ”Can you even see through that?” There was only a hint of movement from her head to look at Snart. Her voice ought to be muffled, but the voice modulator made her come through loud and clear. ”When I need fashion advice from the igloo man, I’ll ask.”

Snart grinned, holding up his hands up in defense, then slowly walked away, keeping parallel to the table. “It was an honest question, FL. Touch-y…”