Caldari
Civire
5.00
Last Active:
12 days ago
Birthday:
May 25, 2003 (22 years old)
Next Birthday:
May 25, 2026 (201 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
908
Losses
274
Efficiency
76.8%
Danger Ratio
73.3%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
541.87B ISK
ISK Lost
82.42B ISK
ISK Efficiency
86.8%
ISK Balance
459.45B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
38
Solo Losses
150
Solo Kill Ratio
4.2%
Solo Efficiency
20.2%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
6
NPC Loss Ratio
2.2
Avg. Kills/Day
0.1
Activity
Very High
Character Biography
Head of the Church and Disciples of Space Piracy.
My mail is always open to anyone who wants to talk.
May yer lasers burn bright, yer missiles strike true, an' yer warp core never fail ye. May the wrecks of yer foes fill the void behind ye, an' the spoils o' battle weigh down yer cargo hold. Fly bold, and let the stars bear witness to yer glory! — except Good Sax, may their ammo misfire, their shields falter, an' their fleet scatter like drones in a smartbomb’s blast! May the void itself curse their escapades with endless dry runs and broken modules!
Oh, stars that gleam in the velvet night,
Guide me ship on a course so right.
Through asteroid belts and nebula’s glow,
To treasures vast where the riches flow.
For a pirate’s heart beats not for love,
But for crates of gold from the skies above.
Sweet plundered goods and relics rare,
A bounty bold beyond compare.
Ye drones and wrecks, my quarry fine,
Each holds a promise, a jewel divine.
A captain’s chest, a cargo hold,
Brimmin’ with ISK and loot untold.
Yon officer’s wreck, a glimmerin’ prize,
A Sansha's hoard to bedazzle the skies.
Seventy billion from Chelm’s trove,
Enough to make a pirate rove.
So raise the rum, let the cannons sing,
For fortune’s bell doth loudly ring.
A pirate’s dream, a spacefaring tale,
To chase sweet booty with a solar sail!
My mail is always open to anyone who wants to talk.
May yer lasers burn bright, yer missiles strike true, an' yer warp core never fail ye. May the wrecks of yer foes fill the void behind ye, an' the spoils o' battle weigh down yer cargo hold. Fly bold, and let the stars bear witness to yer glory! — except Good Sax, may their ammo misfire, their shields falter, an' their fleet scatter like drones in a smartbomb’s blast! May the void itself curse their escapades with endless dry runs and broken modules!
Oh, stars that gleam in the velvet night,
Guide me ship on a course so right.
Through asteroid belts and nebula’s glow,
To treasures vast where the riches flow.
For a pirate’s heart beats not for love,
But for crates of gold from the skies above.
Sweet plundered goods and relics rare,
A bounty bold beyond compare.
Ye drones and wrecks, my quarry fine,
Each holds a promise, a jewel divine.
A captain’s chest, a cargo hold,
Brimmin’ with ISK and loot untold.
Yon officer’s wreck, a glimmerin’ prize,
A Sansha's hoard to bedazzle the skies.
Seventy billion from Chelm’s trove,
Enough to make a pirate rove.
So raise the rum, let the cannons sing,
For fortune’s bell doth loudly ring.
A pirate’s dream, a spacefaring tale,
To chase sweet booty with a solar sail!