Harriet Henderson never understood all that “power comes with price” thing. Great family, great schools, great job and a great mutant power to boot. And that’s all for free! What else could you want? Unlike most of the teenage mutants she never gave her special powers a lot of thoughts, she just embraced the fact.

At the age of 21, Harrier took a sabbatical from the School of High Arts in Pulp City  (where being a mutant was hip) and set on a trip around the world. It becomes truly affordable when you can fly!

The travels took her to Europe and her dream came true – being able to see all of the art galleries she’s been reading about. While spending a lovely week in Paris, Harriet received an unexpected letter from her mother, demanding her to meet a man described as a family friend.  

The charming stranger cut to the chase so fast, Harriet almost choked on her croissant. The man claimed that her parents had a debt to a French businessman and she was the one to pay it off.  

The task was simple: in the gardens of Versaille, an open air exhibit of modern art was held on Sunday. She, gifted with flight, was the only one that could get close enough to the pieces by Maxdrian and still get away.

Think about, one dive and your family will never have to worry about those cars parked on the other side of the street next to their place.

The chill ran down Harriet’s spine as she heard the subtle threat that answered all of her questions about her parents irrational anxieties. No, came out of her mouth faster then she could have evaluated her situation.

The man ushered : As expected, and left in a hurry. Harriet got up and tried to follow but her legs felt so weak and her head so heavy. Last thing she saw were two men grabbing her by arms and dragging into a black limo. Upon the awakening, she found herself on board of a luxurious plane, velvet seats embroided with a highly ornate crowned “R”. The man starring with cold eyes at her waking body spoke in deep voice, asking her if she changed her mind, backing up his words with a flick of his hand that pointed to the table. There stood two round objects that looked first like cheap Halloween masks, rubbery and pale but when Harriet focused, she realized in horror that those were flayed heads of her parents.

Using the last reserve of the energy, Harriet flung herself at the emergency hatch, knocking the door open. Her body stone fell into the dark well of the night.  Mutants powers couldn’t kick in, part thanks to the drugs clouding her mind, part to the numbing cold and part to the air pressure as the metallic taste of blood entered her mouth. Seconds before the crash, she mustered all her concentration and her frail teenage body skimmed over the ground and crashed into the trees and hedges.

Sensing that something has gone awfully wrong, not given a chance to recover, Harriet, bruised and still drugged, tried to get on the first flight to Pulp City. The world came crashing down as her passport got confiscated and she barely escaped the airport security.

Harriet Henderson never existed. Her name, her childhood were all gone and irrelevant. It seemed like somebody erased her life in the act of the most cruel vengeance. The credit cards were blank, her home phone never answered. Some things could be settled only with a man behind all of this – Mr. Sanguine.

On that fatal night, high on the rooftop of the Royal Investments Tower in Paris, she confronted Guilamme Sanguine who did not spare her the painful truth. Harriet had learned that her parents were Sanguine’s family employees given a mission to raise the “product” of the genetical manipulation. Project codenamed Harceleur was meant to produce an army of airborne soldiers able to deliver the decisive blow to the Third World nations who could not afford them. The first meeting was just a test since most of the soldiers from Harriet’s generation (or as he called it “the batch”) were flawed and didn’t obey the masters.

Sanguine had the power, Harriet had the anger that fired her. Only one of them would survive to see the dawn, or so thought Harriet then.

Her wounds ran deep, in fact, some people claim she even lost her eye that night to the claws of Sanguine.

With the fall of Sanguine, life of Harriet Henderson was over. When she saw Sanguine come back from the dead next  week in the news, Harrier was born.

Back in Pulp City, hot on the heels of Sanguine and his scheming, she feels back alive. An angry woman is dangerous. An angry mutant woman is lethal.

You can call her a coward, but Harrier is just like a bird of prey: striking from above and retreating fast to the safety high above. She can cripple a man twice her size thanks to the well placed hits of her talon gloves.

 With no identity whatsoever, Harriet Henderson, the woman with no past, goes to any lengths to stay free like a bird.