Erica, All My Children

No character since Susan Lucci’s iconic model-turned-mover and shaker has gone after what she wanted as relentlessly — or as unapologetically — as La Kane.
No character since Susan Lucci’s iconic model-turned-mover and shaker has gone after what she wanted as relentlessly — or as unapologetically — as La Kane.
Copycats have come and gone, but none have matched the fearsome intensity of the late, great Joseph Mascolo’s original supervillain.
Kim Zimmer’s self-proclaimed “slut of Springfield” wore her sins less like a scarlet letter than a badge of honor — and by God, we loved ’er for it!
Rare is the character who, like the late Phil Carey’s Llanview counterpart, was tougher than the leather from which his saddles were made.
Victoria Rowell’s much-missed alter ego could mix it up with Genoa City’s rich and famous — and take off her earrings to throw down at a moment’s notice.
Before General Hospital had Sonny make a viable career option of “mafioso,” the late Roscoe Born actually played the inner conflict that came with a life of crime.
To say that the late, lamented Darlene Conley’s bodacious character was larger than life would be to altogether underestimate the magnitude of her appeal — and her impact.
Stethoscope be damned, Rick Springfield’s smooth operator was more interested in playing doctor than being one.
Mean Girls got nothin’ on the deliciously vicious schemer to whom Robin Strasser gave that unforgettable nasty streak.
Streetwise heroes like the one Darnell Williams played are hard to come by — although General Hospital, we have to admit, comes pretty close with the estimable Donnell Turner’s Curtis.
A superstar among soap stars, the late Jeanne Cooper’s blinged-out character sparkled like a diamond — and had just as many facets.
In his breakout daytime role, Roger Howarth (now Austin on General Hospital) managed to bring a shocking lightness to what started out as an incredibly dark villain.
“What? Hello? No matriarch has ever packed as big a punch as the one that I, Susan Flannery, played? Well, duh!”
You bet, sir. We will raise a glass to the late Charles Keating’s alter ego, an anti-hero as sophisticated and articulate as he could be cruel and remorseless.
Helen Gallagher’s matriarch didn’t need glamtastic clothes or pithy one-liners to draw attention; she got it by loving every bit as harshly as she judged.
The villain that James Mitchell (RIP) brought to life could leave you shaking in your boots before he’d even ordered the hounds released. Then again, who doesn’t love hounds?
No disrespect to the amazing Jess Walton, but Brenda Dickson gave us in her version of the manicurist from hell a camp classic drenched in as much wickedness as jewelry.
We know Tristan Rogers is still a part of Port Charles. But we can’t help but yearn for the days when he was a superspy bringing to our screens both romantic intrigue and the regular kind.
Maggie Kiriakis is keeping up the tradition, but even she would have to admit that there will never be another (grand)mother figure like the one that the late Frances Reid brought to life.
Where have all the playboys gone? Michael E. Knight (now a General Hospital scene stealer as Martin) was the last actor to really give us a lothario who was cad to the bone.