Raven

This hero can be unlocked by opening chests.

Gears and Upgrades
has access to the Skeleton gear set exclusive to Scout Heroes as well as his own personal gear set.

Available upgrades for are:



Visor
+20% to hero's vision range

Explosive rounds
+20% to hero's damage

+20% to hero's armor penetration

Advanced Magazine
+33% to primary weapon clip size

+34% to primary weapon reload speed

Foregrip
+20% to primary weapon hip-fire accuracy

+20% to primary weapon aiming accuracy

Main
Raven's Lore posted by JK Eff on Bullet Echo's Facebook Page 2020-08-22 | Written by ZeptoLabs

Story time! This one’s called 'RAVEN and the Non-vision Vision'.

One major thing that no one guessed (and we don’t blame you there) is that Raven is actually blind. ‘What?? How?? Doesn’t he rule Vision?’ He does, and few in the Arenas know his biggest secret:

- Raven was born blind. His mother knew that this was not the only deficiency in her son, but he was too small for her to uncover his talented curse or cursed talent before she died. He was left on his own. His sunny motherland did not allow him to freeze to death when sleeping on the streets, but he had to be quick on his feet and alert at all times to find food daily. There were kind strangers of course that were ready to shelter and even adopt the boy. Even if the sight of his empty and cold all-black eyes made them shudder. But each time the story would end the same way: one day Raven would pause when doing something, as if listening to a faraway sound...and tell his benefactor of death in the family or a great tragedy that has just happened miles away. For the superstitious people of his country, this was simply too much, especially since the news turned out to be true. This was when Raven got his name: for his eyes, for the preternatural premonitions, for carrying the bad news.

Raven himself would not admit that he sold his soul to get a special sight. But the fact is that he can see certain things better than most sharp-eyed people. When you’ve been spotted, it is Raven sensing your death.

- Raven is the youngest in the Arenas. He is still a teenager!

- He can speak after all. But he rarely does. For one, he has learned the bad way that people are not happy with some things he says. And he has grown to distrust others.

- The mask has been suggested by another faction fighter. The smell of blood was just too distracting for Raven at first. He loved the mask so much that he never takes it off now.

- Raven has no experience with the military. Maybe this special sense of his prompted him to run whenever they got interested in the rumours about the weird boy. But he couldn’t escape - or maybe chose not to - the attention of Mr. Sterling and his agents. Taking part in the Arenas gave him a sense of worth, belonging and direction in life. Who knows, with time this fighter might grow even more deadly!

Now, who’s next???????

Mentioned in Sparkle's Lore
Sparkle's Lore with Raven as honorable mention posted by JK Eff on Discord on 2021-10-12 | Written by Fahad "foxmindedguy" Kazi

She sat quietly in a small conference room across the table from two peculiar figures - one wearing a gas mask and the other hooked up to an oxygen tank. Every time her line of sight would meet theirs, she would quickly look away nervously. Her knee too was shaking constantly ever since she first took a seat.

"Ms. Visser, you have nothing to be afraid of", said the man in the gas mask. His voice sounded genuine and calming.

"Femke... You can call me by my first name... Femke", she spoke, clearing her throat between the statements.

"Alright, Femke. Please tell us how can we help you", replied the gas mask man once more before relaxing back on his chair with arms folded, waiting to listen to her story.

"I work...", she paused briefly before correcting herself, "worked at the Hope Orphanage. There, I used to teach children carpentry and spray painting to get their minds off the stresses of their predicament. I wanted to show them that they were all extremely talented, and that they could build, be creative, no matter what life threw at them. Adoption rates were slow but we were finding good homes for these children, so they could be loved and cared for. Until our CEO signed a contract with Unity Incorporated. This organization claimed that nuclear family was no longer a necessity for striving kids but instead children needed strong mentors to build their confidence and character. It was an academy of sorts - a boarding school or a summer camp, if you will. I was a bit skeptical about this program but if it could better the lives of these poor orphans who felt finding a parent was a competition and would constantly endure getting passed up until they were chosen, then I was not going to say anything…

...Within a week, their people came in droves and took all the kids who wanted to leave with them. Things seemed great for a little while until I was visited by a strange teenager named Felipe Garcia. This child had hollow eyes and would not speak. He left a note with me that had the address of one of the facilities of Unity Incorporated. The letter also instructed me to go unannounced. And that is exactly what I did".

She continued after taking a sip of water from the glass cup in front of her, "I saw... Children strapped down with needles and syringes in various places of their body... Some emerged in flooded containers of what appeared to be a breathable fluid... Other horrors I can't even describe".

As she recalled what else she witnessed, she grew quiet and started to slightly fidget uncomfortably.

"Carry on, Ms. Visser", said the man in the gas mask; leaning forward in interest and anticipation.

"As I stood there, frozen in disbelief and completely shocked at what we had unknowingly allowed - a guard noticed my presence. I don't remember what happened next but when I came to - I had a shotgun in my hand, probably the guards, and the entire work crew in that vicinity laid on the floor with their guts splattered everywhere", she uttered before going silent again. Her eyes withdrawn and her head anchored downward in shame.

"Sparkle!", yelled the guy with the oxygen tank to snap her out of the guilt-ridden dark place where she seemed to be headed.

"Excuse me?", said Femke, a little confused about the word.

"Please do not mind Freddie", interjected the gas mask man, "He has gone through something really terrible, which makes it difficult for him to speak, and sometimes he blurts out words uncontrollably".

"That's alright", nodded Femke in acknowledgment at Freddie's remark.

"So, Ms. Visser, how can we help you?", asked the gas mask man once more.

"I need your protection. I read that P.Y.R.O. specializes in handling tricky situations like mine. Unity Incorporated is after me because I am a threat, I know the crimes they have committed, and I can leak it to the world. But who would believe me... I am a mass murderer and any person in my position would make up any story to protect themselves. However, I also have all the children they were experimenting on, and they are after them as well. Now I don't care much about whether I live or die - I just don't want these precious souls to get hurt further", demanded Femke with a surety in her voice that was largely absent through their past conversation.

After a brief moment of pause, the gas mask man took off his mask to reveal his face and then said, "I can do you one better. How would you like to join P.Y.R.O. and together we can take on Unity Incorporated - decimating them from the face of this planet for all their misdeeds".

He then looked towards Freddie and proceeded to say to Femke, "And I suppose your call-sign can be Sparkle; for you have always been the glimmer of hope in the lives of the children under your wing".