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The Military Brat. The conceited, loyal one.

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             B: Lady Hericane's got some history to her, her back story is what I developed when I found that the name "Herricane" name as available. Gave her a retro look to give her a different look, since her uniform would have been from Aldana, and not here. But when I came back to Lady I just changed the colors and added a few more "royal" touches to her to signify her higher status. That and the similar pattern to Hericane gives one an idea where exactly Hericane subconsciously got the idea for her look in the first place.

             Lady is very similar to Hericane in the way she approaches life. She knows of the struggle against the Rikti first hand, she knows and wants to protect her world from invasions. From there Lady and Heri start to seem different. As the "lady" title should signify, Lady is one of the elite warriors in Aldana's military. She's lived the life of a military brat, and followed her father into service. Living in the military nearly all her life, she was one to prove she could cut it by not only excelling in basic protector service but also volunteering for the Primary Mortals, of Primorts for short, the special service fighters. Akin to the Army Rangers or Navy Seals, Lady easily passed the requirements and has a history of patrolling the skies and engaging the first waves of Rikti invasions. Due to this life, Lady tends to have the view of a military brat and a royal soldier. In turn she's very conceited and stuck up. She fights with other heroes as well as and solider would, but she tends to see most as inferior unless they impress her in battle in some way. Even her array of pictures exhibits this, more shown due to her showy nature. She's no longer the Defender I had her originally, Since Herra's the Defender. So for Lady I made her a powerful blaster and picked Energy and Devices.

            Lady is another girl I love using in a team, as that when the team is coordinated right, Lady's damage is amazing as she pick off the mobs while others keep them busy.  Her snipe is perfect for pulls. She's not too bad solo either. As long as I don't have a huge group, snipe and cycling through her 4 basic power drop anything she and I am facing.

            Yes, btw, Lady does say a mouthful when she speaks. She won't say it since she thinks its natural, but her high vocabulary is due to her father and her family way of speaking. Her father was a high ranking officer and very dignified and just plain talked uppity that way, so Lady picked that up. Did it lead to her snobby attitude? Who's to say, she'd probably still feel superior anyhow but her language seems to reinforce it. All I can say is I'm glad I'm not on Virtue the RP server, because even though its fun to think of the more snobby upper class terms Lady would use I'd have a hard as hell time thinking this of the top of my head while RPing Lady in game.

           Greetings visitors. Your interest in me as well as my accomplishments will not go unrewarded. If you have found this page, you no doubt are already acquainted with the finest groups of heroes in Paragon City. They are the most well equipped women and perform their duties with no equals, save each other. They are excellent support, whether individually or as a group, as they have fought with best and served under the best. They routinely have assisted Hericane in her peacekeeping efforts, or have accompanied me on counter-assault responses to the continual strikes by the various villainous threats.

            Excuse my lack of manners for the lack of an introduction. You may be well aware of who I am, or even intentionally found your way here as to find more information regarding me or my background, nevertheless I should introduce myself. I am Lady Hericane. I am what you humans call an extra-terrestrial, an alien being. Hericane, our leader for the lack of a better term, and the cohesion that keeps the various alternate existences of each of us together, commonly considers herself different and alien. While partly true, we do share the same green hair and illuminated eyes, she is only half alien. She was born and raised here on the planet Earth. Not to lessen her as a person in any way, but she only knows what it is like to be human. She has not lived and experience her half home, the world known as Aldana, the world I first knew as home and for a time only knew as home. She has not seen the beauty and majesty of its cityscapes as the marvelously float in Aldana's pristine atmosphere, she hasn't felt the exhilarating rush one feels as one daily glides among Aldana's many air pathways. this is the Aldana I would give anything to protect. The Aldana I'd do anything for. And that I did. Upon development of a new scientific advancement in Aldanian biology, normal mortals, I believe the equivalent term here is "soldier", could be genetically enhanced as to handle more of the stresses in time of war. The Aldanian scientists required volunteers. Without hesitation I enlisted. As Earth does now struggle with the Rikti threat, and Hericane's Aldana's met it's doom by them, the Aldana that I knew constantly saw whole Rikti armadas invade, threatening to destroy its precious air and landscapes. While this enhancement procedure hadn't been tested, I and assumedly the other mortal volunteers, were willing to take the risk, as the Rikti armada had been detected by our outlying defense posts.

             Fortunately for us all, the procedure resulted in success and a new emergence of superior mortals, super soldiers in Earth terms, of the Aldana militia. The standard militia mortal being equipped with the natural power of the winds, uses the winds and currents to wield a weapon to repel back adversarial forces, the new elite superior mortals found this control of the winds harnessed now into streams of pure energy. Upon our will and command, fearsome bolts of energy are directed from our hands to the pointed target. With this new weapon at our disposal, we found ourselves as being the alpha strike team and the elite squadron among the militia. As the Rikti increased the frequency of their attacks as well as size of their armadas, we responded in kind. Soon our ranks grew and we were officially designated the Primary Mortals, later on we were known with the Primort nickname moniker.  My career as a Primort did not last long, as that soon as the Rikti realized the level of our military prowess, they began to build more powerful weapons. One such is the Rikti displacement beam, that normally displaces one out of normal space time continuum, it more familiar terms, one is essentially "vaporized." Instead it affected me, and most likely the others, by displacing us out of the current dimension and into alternate ones. Obviously in my case, I reappeared here. With the Rikti threat as grave here as it was in my own dimension I soon found Earth to be just as much home as Aldana, albeit the reversal of the cityscapes from the air to land.

             How or why I ended up on Earth, only the Goddesses know.  It appeared primitive to me upon first inspection, as less than the half of the population were free of the constraints of the planet's natural gravity. Soon I found that those few who could achieve flight or bound incredible heights were meta humans, and these abilities were not natural, and caused in some accidental form, whether it be biological mutation, or accident due to a scientific, technological, or metaphysical event. In any case, these meta humans were the minority and looked upon as champions by the humans in case of a disaster or crisis. Due to my physical appearance, and my abilities that came naturally to one from Aldana, but would seem "superhuman" to the average human, I soon was considered one of the City's abundant protectors. Never mind that my appearances weren't typical for an Earthly superhero, such seems to be the norm, as many of these elite champions that seemed to excel, nearly matching my own talents, were fairly modest and led dual lives, and went to great lengths to conceal their "normal" identity. It seems an unnecessary for them to go to great lengths such as that, as those they strive to protect are well guarded by them as well as their "super powered" compatriots.

            Nevertheless, I cannot fault them, as they show compassion and self-sacrifice in this regard, which is the highest calling a defender can reach, whether they call themselves a Mortal, Soldier or otherwise. This world and its defenders had an uncanny sense of duty and protection over its normal citizens. One that I did not fully understand, as most of the Aldanian citizenship had some latent natural powers to repel anything that threatened their home. Not so with humans, aside from their ever increasing technology. Most of the those who would do harm to this world seemed to me of this world, and initially I observed it as the planet and its population warring with itself. With that impression, I did not intend to reside here for a long duration. As one whose world has been threatened, I would offer my services as need by the populace, but my loyalty remained with my home, one that I was not sure of how to return to, but I knew I had to in order to protect its existence.

            Then they came from the sky. With only a glimpse of the hundreds of flashes of silver, purple and green, followed by wisps of energy beams I knew as well as I knew myself what was here: the Rikti. As if I was home again on Aldana I saw the Rikti rain down, Soldiers, Infantry, Drones, whole compliments of assault forces headed toward the nearest transit station. Like Aldana's militia, the heroes of Paragon City responded in kind, racing and flying abound with all their will, to prevent destruction to those below. 

           Horror struck again from the sky, as another set of Rikti suddenly appeared as the first group had and rained down upon the city below, this one targeting Steel Canyon's very center. Knowing that most of the heroes were occupied with the first Rikti attack, I darted towards this second group, hoping to protect the relatively defenseless area. I feared I would be too late, as it was far in distance and the Rikti were already upon it.

            As if my thoughts could be heard and understood, one of Earth's heroes had responded to this second Rikti wave and had started to repel it. Here was my initial encounter with Hericane. The Rikti soldiers numerous, Hericane and those with her were clearly outnumbered as they continued to fight the invaders, severely taking injuries nearly equal to what they delivered. More heroes came to assist the beleaguered hero and her companions, some of them already in the midst of tangling with the Rikti attacking the station and its tram. As the came to assist she forcefully yelled at them and pointed back to the transit station, all the while dodging incoming Rikti blasts and blades. The heroes complied and kept their defense of the station and  maintained Paragon City's transportation system.

           While it survived with little damage, this lone hero and her small band of heroes were not so fortunate. With each Rikti that fell, another seemed to replace it, but no one to do so equally for Hericane and the others. Slowly being overcome with their growing injuries, they began to falter as I arrived and assisted. The tide turning on the other Rikti front, several other heroes came as well, and eventually both Rikti invasion forces were fully repelled.

             While every hero there that day performed their fullest duty in defending their city, mostly ones like me and the other heroes who came to support the initial defenses, I believe the credit goes to Hericane, if for nothing else she nearly gave her life so the more important transportation system would be saved.

            Above is a record of my military uniform, as altered to adjust to Earth's atmosphere, as well as fashionably current. From some personal investigations and observations of my fellow superheroes' attire, it is not all that common for one to alter one's costume too heavily. Rather one just usually dons a completely new look when one feels a change is necessary. In my own situation, I was forced to alter my outfit due to the way I was dressed when I first appeared here.  Humans have a very special connection to those that have died, or have gone missing or lost from them. And they have special traditions to remember those lost. A curious way of respect. On Aldana, I've only known those who have made a significant impact upon society are bestowed with such honors. Here it is commonplace for each hero to be remembered for their service, no matter the level of fame they do or do not acquire. One such observance related to our uniforms is the wearing of capes and the legacy of Hero 1. Hero 1 was part of the fabled Omega team, one that did not return from the Rikti war. In honor of him, capes were removed, a solemn remembrance for a fallen comrade. Enough time has passed though, and the one known as the Statesman declared a new day, a new remembrance to honor him in a new way. As such, I removed my cape and stored it safely away until my deeds have proven me worthy to wear it again. Until then I removed my standard Primary battle armor, and selected an traditional Earthly garb, the usual flashy patterned top and matching skirt. Traditional for meta humans anyhow it seems. It hardly seems battle conscious, as I've received more injuries than I'd care to receive due to more exposure, but par for the course, as they say here.

             One thing that I have observed to be of common ground to both Earth and Aldana is the madness of those who wish it harm or conquered. The Rikti mainly, but also the various factions of villainies seem to stop at nothing to either force Earth under its rule, or destruction if that agenda cannot be reached. And with each increasing foil and obstruction that its protectors wage with further vigilance, these malefactors also increase their insanity and thirst for complete dominance or obliteration with each interruption to their attempts. As such, the heroes of Earth have had to deepen their resolve, sometimes both physically and emotionally to withstand each increasingly dangerous threats that they dare to stand against. Myself among them I have improved my own battle suit by implementing Earthen technologies to supplement key areas in which it lacked the necessary performance I required under the stresses of which I am repeatedly exposed to.

            B: I know... green hair and purple uniform... very Polaris like. So sue me...  she's nowhere near a Magneto like character and really doesn't look much like Polaris. You can see the special touches I gave her for her advanced position in the Aldanian military, the striped wings, fins on her gloves and boots, and more princess like tiara. Gave her fins because I envisioned her and Primorts (see the bio window above) like her whizzing around quickly in the skies as they battled Rikti.  Lady is the only Heri that I've kept screens of her previous costume to show the progression as Lady evolves in her rise through superhero-dom. The top row is her without the right to wear a cape. So she's wearing a sexy very formal and practical military skirted uniform. The bottom row is her achieving cape status and has decided to wear one. Now that she has a cape, she's elected to wear her Aldanian power armor, as that how the look is complete, the armor seemed to lack something sans cape. As I reached level 30 and access to auras for Lady, I altered her first look again. I switched the shoulder wings, and replaced them with some tech like thrusters, and added the gaseous aura.  As she's fighting around, or standing still, that some exhaust is vent from her armor via the shoulder extensions.

            This point of discussion aside, each "Hericane" have interestingly enough seem to be drawn to the same time point within their own personal history to select a frighteningly similar and impossibly coincidental choice in attire in one of their uniforms. It also is very slightly uncomfortably revealing and not very appropriate for one waging battle after battle with never-ending foes. Yet at the same time, I must admit that it does attract a quite amount of attention, some of reasons obscene yet understandable. The annoying aspects are outweighed by the positive benefits and thus bearable to wear to maintain consistency among the manifestations of the Hericanes. That said, I have put my own "spin" on it, so to speak. As a military representative I must maintain even a slight amount of royal dignity and so I have kept the traditional purple color to upkeep a soldier's honor.

             To my relief, one aspect that Earth has found alongside by home world is the standardization of clothing to dutifully and respectfully represent those who wear such garments. The ruling organizations, governments, as well as law enforcement and peacekeeping militias have wisely adopted what Aldana has known for years to their personnel. To some extent the casual fashion wear of the populace has acquired this as well. Meta humans are to some degree beyond these standards, as they are to stand out among the crowd, as they are whom the population looks to when dire situations arise. While somewhat maintaining the styles that are considered acceptable among current trends, their choices of garb more often than not are bold and prestigious. It remains as a requirement that whatever the mode of their current clothing whether official, battle-ready or casual, it must reflect of their status of their duty as a protector. One must be able to see them and know without hesitation of what they are, regardless if their identity is unknown.

               Thus I also have done such to my "normal" civilian clothing. The meta human group known as the "X-Men" have impressed me greatly, both their skill in battle as well as how they function as individuals and a team.

Particularly the one "X-Man" known as Cyclops. I'm not certain of what draws my interest to this leader of theirs, as certainly he's not the most superior in either physical fighting ability or mental talents. Yet he's got a very high attractive quality. To use one of Herri's terms, he's "dreamy." He does seem to have a good taste in choices of mates. I do believe that he could do better in that regard, as if I was a member of his squad, he'd certainly choose me over the White Queen. Such a possibility is probably nonexistent as that I am not a mutant. Possibly by Earth standards I could be considered one by certain factors. But one of my native Aldana, I am just a specimen that has endured rigorous training through my own volition and determination. 

• Hericane : Jordana Tyler - Heri, Jordi, Heri Beri
• Herricane : Emily McBride - Herri, Em (Note: Emily's proclivity for attending and socializing in more "adult"-natured events has gained her additional nicknames that would be inappropriate to mention here. Suggestion to investigate the entertainment center "Pocket D" if one's curiosity leads one to ascertain such monikers.)
• Heracane : Jordana Tyler - Hera, Jorda, Jordan, Hera Bera
• Herracane : Jordana Tyler - Herra, Joey, Herra Berra
• Lady Hericane : Her I'can'is Sis T'ras - Lady Heri, H
• Enacireh : Relyt Anadroj - Ena, Reyla
• Enacirreh : Relyt Nadroj - Enac, Rolly
• Lady Herricane : Har I'can'is Sis T'ras - Lady Herri, 2

          B: No related in game story to this picture, just Lady Heri, hitting 50.

          The Carnival of Shadows is another organization that will never gain my trust. Not as long as it's Mistress continues to guide her followers to commit acts of evil upon the city. Using deception and trickery to lull even Herricane into their fold without her consent is ample proof of their immoral goals and attitude regarding people. While I do not consent of Herricane's actions, and have made it clear that I will apprehend her myself if she continues to pursue what she desires regardless of the law, it is still below moral standards to force even Herricane to do something illegal if she does wish to do so. And that is what the Carnival of Shadows embodies, and their criminal and immoral acts will not go unpunished.  

          Since first given the opportunity to travel to Praetorian Earth and further enhance the known information on the inhabitants and their respective limits and tendencies on their mental, physical, and emotional states, I had hoped to merely discover and research primarily information on our immediate adversaries, the Wherlwynds. However, it was beyond expectations that one could encounter the known grander threats to our universe. As such, I've gathered all public information dispersed by the Portal Corporation, Longbow organization, and the Freedom Phalanx itself. It was fortunate that I had the insight to equip myself with such knowledge as several of my journeys were detected by the direct counterparts to the Freedom Phalanx, and thus I modified by original intentions of reconnaissance to intentionally locate such known criminals and apprehend them if possible. I had reasoned that if Herricane had the abilities to encounter them so frequently and emerge victorious I had a high percentage of victory as well. Added to this outcome that I would be able to extrapolate and collect more information firsthand, something that Herricane lacks either the will or memory to do so after such encounters.

          I feared this guy since he has both rad debuffs and that heavy rad nuke that has made some of my previous characters on teams faceplant. So going in with just my squishy blaster and Shivan got me a little nervous. But that seemed to be enough. While my Shivan took a pounding, being able to heal both it and me with the medicine pool powers, I managed to outlast him. Caltrops, web grenade and the stacking defiance damage didn't hurt either. No death shot, as the first time Anti ports, and the 2nd time a fellow Guardian channel member, thanx @Anthracite!, duoed with me. With him at lvl 50 while the mobs were 46-47 and me at 46, he kinda blew through everything, I jsut trip mined stuff, including Anti and Neuron. To the point where on Antis group he took on Anti while I mopped up the clockwork mobs. Took me too long though, so Anti disappeared after Anth killed em.

          Bobcat is a tough little EB, at least on my blaster. took me a few tries, including a few shivan and Amy uses to get her. I was so thrilled to drop her and almost so dead, that I more concerned to heal myself, and waited too long before trying to zip over to her before she cleared out. 

          A few battle screenies below. I don't tend to get many in fight screenshots as I'm usually trying to stay alive, unless in this case I'm on team.

          At first impressions, the act of extinguishing fires, or "firefighting", does not seem a efficient and productive action required for super powered individuals to undertake. That is not to lower the urgency in which such an emergency should be remedied at the soonest convenience. Rather that in regards to the constant malicious intentions of the various super powered villains, and the existence of a governmental organization designed solely for the very purpose of responding to such fire hazards and extinguishing them immediately, lends one to assume that super power individuals should place priority upon the super villains, as we are only equipped properly to subdue them. That stated, regarding the valor and courage of previously mentioned firefighters, individuals who brave buildings currently consumed by flames, with no super powered enhancements, time and time again, should be assisted in any means possible, given that no immediate crisis demands the attention of said heroes.

          It is a puzzling aspect though, of why specifically most of us that wish to intercede, are required to make use of special "firefighting" canisters.  Many heroes have the natural ability among their powers to combat the flames, or slightly adjust them accordingly. As in my own personal case, I'd have to lessen the intensity and volume of my energy streams so they exhibited more fluidic properties. As such they'd smother the existent flames that threaten to consume the building in question. 

          Nevertheless, it is logical that not every super powered individual manifests powers that would be useful in "firefighting." That, in addition the canisters do allow those who feel worthy and able enough to bear their weight should be more than welcomed to participate in such an event. And such a requirement does honor those firefighters who are not super powered the honor that they so unquestionably deserve.

          B: The police radio scanner pose is always cool, no matter which character is using it. But for mine it seems more natural for Lady Heri to be seen using it.

           An additional fine set of photographed visualizations taken by the now very dedicated photographer. I do believe he is smitten with me in some regard. To my knowledge, most journalists, whether the reporting or photography variety, are assigned "stories" and subjects as their publication requires. Except for the top tier professionals, I believe that many do not get to cover the same feature again, much less continually. This leads me to conclude that the one following me is very skilled in his craft, or very persistent and stubborn in which assignments he covers. Very possibly reckless for his position as it could lead to termination of his employment if his employer disagrees with his persistence. Whatever his fate, it is of no concern of mine, save that his welfare is intact, and no harm come to him via my fault or those who would do him harm. He is a very curious and competitive individual. While capturing images of me during some long range alpha strikes upon the criminals to dissuade them from their criminal endeavors, he humorously taunted me to fire upon him at great distances while he "safely" shot me with his zooming camera equipment. In an agreeable and playful mood, I obliged the gentleman and fired precisely upon his positions, hoping to provide him with the visual shots he was seeking. After the 3rd instance of so, he abruptly cancelled our current session. My presence required elsewhere, I left the matter in his capable hands and returned to my protective duties until he was able once again. I did say he was dedicated to his craft once before, and I'll repeat myself further. Upon our next meeting,  he arrived in battle suit commonly worn by the more advanced military units. Whether he was playing my sense of duty and eagerness for combat or my eternal love of the militia, he nonetheless seemed very militant and used his suit to wager various skilled and precise battles in the midst of his latest photography project. I must commend him for quickly learning control of the militia suit, or for long but proficient training of it, for he accurately targeted and "picked" me off as the vernacular is common to say. He was a worthy adversary, although once again I emerged triumphant. He is a credit to his profession, and I am eager to see the results of his hard work and labor.

           Not sure why I have these here, the sniper pose isn't anything special, but it's something that Lady would have pictured of herself, that and it's kinda cool to see the pose in Lady's different looks.

          But now having seen this with own eyes. It appears I owe Emily an apology. Seems rather fitting that I am wearing her attire in discovering this fact. I am puzzled why this exists here. All preliminary data seems to suggest that the Council directly assumed control of this world directly from the United States, so there is no logical reason for this banner to exist here. However, littered across this area are vehicles more commonly associated with the Axis, tanks, military fences and military trucks. It is possible that in this dimension that the Council evolved in this manner instead of the Axis/5th Column. One can never assume anything regarding temporal/dimensional mechanics. It would seem more likely that the Council did in fact take over the Axis of this dimension, thus the reason for the Axis/5th Column banner to be displayed here, as a spite to the conquered group if nothing else. There is also the fact of consideration of the knowledge gained through the Ouroboros temporal travelling technology that the Axis of this world has its own means of subterfuge and has an "underground sleeper" group existing, as Requiem of this dimension has so implored his followers to do such actions and wait for the opportunity best for the 5th column to arise again and regain control of its fate. Possibly to the extent of taking over this world, its initial goal and plan. This scenario may be taking place upon the Omega Omicron 26-20 world as well. It is under advisement and suggestion to the Portal Corporation to send espionage agents and/or heroes to determine the history of said dimension in order to logically determine if such a condition exists.

             B: You can see in this shot that Lady's shoulder wings closer. Same with her tiara. I gave her purple since its related to blue and purple is royalty so the more elite soldiers would probably be wearing purple and the rest blue. Same with the gold, more of a military decor color to compliment the purple. That and um... purple and gold are my high school colors, so I'm kinda partial to them. :) The shoulder armaments kind of serve as a completeness to the armor look and vents for the aura.

           B: Harlequins and Attendants so far are seen having pistols. Aside from Lady's mid-change posing, I like this shot. Looks like the 3 Carnies have just seen something and just drew their weapons.

          B: Here's a common bug in CoX, particularly some missions that are coded wrong. If the code for a NPC in a mission doesn't exist, it pulls the first NPC in the NPC list. It used to be an old 5th Column Mekman, now it's the 5th Column version of Burkholder.