Universe
Marvel Universe
Real Name
Unrevealed
Aliases
Blackbird, Dark Avenger, T Avenger of the Night Streets, Lone Man of Justice, Man in the Mask; impersonated Don Castillo, Snake, many others
Identity
Secret
Citizenship
Canada
Place of Birth
Southerrn Alberta, Canada
First Appearance
Hulk Comic #1 (1979)
Occupation
Vigilante, formerly soldier, janitor
Known Relatives
Unidentified parents, uncle, grandfather (all presumably deceased)
Group Affiliation
Formerly US army
Education
High school drop-out
Physical Attributes
Height
6'1"
Weight
115 lbs.
Eyes
Grey
Hair
None formerly black
Powers
Initially a normal human, Night Raven is now immortal, healing at an accelerated rate and immune to most chemicals and drugs, including alcohol, although high doses of strychnine can place him in a temporary torpor. His body eliminates fatigue toxins rapidly, and he has an exceptionally high pain threshold. His strength is nearly superhuman, and his scar covered skin is tougher than leather.
Abilities
Night Raven is a skilled unarmed combatant, as well as an expert with guns and knives. He is a master of disguise, stealth and sleight of hand, an excellent detective, and exceptionally agile. He has an indomitable will, and can slow his metabolism to place himself in a deathlike trance.
Weapons
Night Raven generally carries twin firearms, knives and a chemical device in his gloves' palms to brand someone with a touch. He also uses a high-tech grappling gun for climbing.
Born in southern Alberta, Canada in 1900, a young, half-Mohawk boy lost his parents and was sent to an orphanage. He dreamed once he was a raven, flying at night to feed on the dead in hell, which his grandfather interpreted to mean his way would be twisted between contrary worlds, and that his Spirit Raven totem was saying that he would have no place to roost, his life filled magic and danger. Eventually the boys uncle in New England took him in. The boy eventually grew into a tall, lanky man with a twisted grin, pale skin and jet black hair; an idealist, he was obsessed with making the world a better place. After his best friend Bill Hershey enlisted in 1915, he soon signed up, too. Other soldiers quickly learned not to mess with the boy; though slender, the half-Mohawk soldier was a vicious combatant, undaunted by odds, who would not stop fighting while he could stand. After two years in boot camp, waiting impatiently for the US to enter the war, the friends were sent to the Belgian frontlines. At Ypres, the boy's idealism withered amidst the horror of rats, mud and half-buried bodies. After Bill saved him from drowning in corpse-filled trench mud, the shell-shocked youth was shipped home, spending sometime in a New England asylum.