One of the first heroes to pop up in America was a racoon themed hero named Bandit. She was born in the south and had the accent to prove it, and was great with kids.

She swore like a sailor and tripped over her own feet alot but had the street smarts required to survive as a hero and the skills to go along with it. She was snarky and playful and kind but not perfect. She was a screw up who stuck her nose where it didn't belong and people either loved or hated her. There was no in between.

Many loved her -- mainly the younger generation. But no one knew the truth.  No one knew that their beloved hero was really the hot headed, neglected,  trailer trash kid, Hannah Holmes. No one knew that their beloved hero was 14 when she started or that she was in secret communication with 3 other heroes-- two of which were also in America.

But that was fine with Hannah, because she didn't want anyone to know. Because she was free as Bandit. Free to do what she wanted. Free to be her. And her friends loved her. Robbex her Kwami loved her.. And she loved them. Especially Mère Monarch who made her feel human and acted more like a mother than her own mother did. And because of that, Hannah/Bandit would do anything for her. Even if it killed her.