Looky here! I finished that sketch! Snowfright ala Adam Hughes (because if you can't beat them, pretend desperately to be them!)

And to go with it a little insight into our girls head, I can't believe I've had her for over a year and yet not published anything about her really yet! I am a bad, bad creator!

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They don't lock you up in Arkham for being a happy, reasonable person.
They lock you up in Arkham for being unstable and dangerous. And right now I'm feeling pretty fucking unstable and more than a little dangerous. The name on my file says Anne, Anne Ominous, but that's not what I was born. There's another file claiming I'm Gail but that's wrong too – truth of the matter is no one in this joint has bothered to learn my real name. Criminals and crazies come in and out of this place like it was a cheap motel, let's face it, Arkham Asylum practically has a revolving door for girls like me so they don't bother digging too deep. Then again they've probably been looking in all the wrong places, there's no record in their databases before my metamorphisis - I didn't get into any trouble back then and the only picture of me that ever got into the press was in the back of the Gotham Times in a badly written obituary. They got my name wrong then too.

You can call me Snow Fright. A fitting name for a girl with skin as white as snow, a wig as black as ebony and a need for revenge as red as blood. It's a good enough name, it protects me in the cruel pantomime we call a city. It cushions me. I died when I was 21 – barely legal and barely breathing face-down in a river being dragged under. Pushed under. The people who killed me got away with it too, 'Student Prank Turns Tragic in Off Campus Party” - they said the poor kids despaired when there practical joke went wrong and drowned their dear friend, they were left scarred it said. Not scarred enough. It was no prank that killed me, they weren't joking when they held my head under and didn't let up. Maybe they did me a favour – no one goes looking for a dead girl.

I will have my revenge, I assure you, but I'll be careful about it. Until then I'll look after number one, me, my parents are a world away with 3 other kids and they probably miss me but waking up in a mud-encrusted Halloween costume in a river in the middle of night? Well that changed me. I have no family now. I have friends though in my new life, girls and guys who wear as many masks as me. Cell mates. It never hurts to have a contact book of trouble makers proficient at death, not in my line of work.

Unlike some of my peers my inauguration into the league of super humans unfortunately didn't come with a dose of mega-intelligence. Nor did it grant me the ability to secrete poison from my fingertips. Which is a shame for a villain whose modus operandi is poisoning folk, given the circumstances I probably should have come up with something simpler, like guns. Instead I use apples – poisoned, cast steel, anything that works. I just got an unexplained resurrection, as far as I know no super villain has yet laid claim to my continued survival so I don't worry about it.

For the last year I henched my way around the underworld circuit – everyone from Penguin to Scarecrow, working hard and learning the ropes but goon work isn't my future. I have a plan. Five people are responsible for my little accident and until those five are punished I won't rest, I will steal and vandalise, maim and hurt. I will punish Gotham until my mission is filled.

Well... I will when I get out of this cell again, but I hear there's a scam on about that for tonight so maybe you should double check your doors tonight and lock your windows tight... just incase.

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Want to know more about Snow? She now has a Tumblr all of her very own so feel free to shoot her a question [link]