Amarr
Ni-Kunni
3.26
Tash Niam
Last Active:
4 days ago
Birthday:
Mar 7, 2020 (5 years old)
Next Birthday:
Mar 7, 2026 (122 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
37
Losses
74
Efficiency
33.3%
Danger Ratio
33.3%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
38.52B ISK
ISK Lost
4.12B ISK
ISK Efficiency
90.3%
ISK Balance
34.40B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
5
Solo Losses
33
Solo Kill Ratio
13.5%
Solo Efficiency
13.2%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
13
NPC Loss Ratio
17.6
Avg. Kills/Day
0.0
Activity
Medium
Character Biography
Proud Eve Mum
Industrialist. Visionary. Not to be underestimated.
“I don’t strip mine rocks. I strip mine systems.”
— Tash Niam, overheard in the Clone Vat Lounge, Jita 4-4
Early Life
Born in the Jark system on the fringes of the Amarr Empire, Tash Niam grew up the daughter of station engineers who maintained aging mining infrastructure for a Holder family more interested in profit than safety. Tash saw firsthand the brutality of industrial life under Amarrian rule: overworked crews, unsafe rigs, and the quiet disappearances of those who spoke out.
From a young age, she displayed an uncanny aptitude for systems management, refining efficiency algorithms for her parents' crews before she could legally pilot a shuttle. Beautiful, confident, and razor-sharp, she turned the oppressive world around her into fuel—not for vengeance, but for ambition.
Young, striking, and always impeccably dressed (even in her pod suit), Niam carries the presence of someone who knows she’s the smartest—and most dangerous—person in the room. She speaks softly, smiles rarely, and listens more than she talks. But when she does speak, everyone listens.
Industrialist. Visionary. Not to be underestimated.
“I don’t strip mine rocks. I strip mine systems.”
— Tash Niam, overheard in the Clone Vat Lounge, Jita 4-4
Early Life
Born in the Jark system on the fringes of the Amarr Empire, Tash Niam grew up the daughter of station engineers who maintained aging mining infrastructure for a Holder family more interested in profit than safety. Tash saw firsthand the brutality of industrial life under Amarrian rule: overworked crews, unsafe rigs, and the quiet disappearances of those who spoke out.
From a young age, she displayed an uncanny aptitude for systems management, refining efficiency algorithms for her parents' crews before she could legally pilot a shuttle. Beautiful, confident, and razor-sharp, she turned the oppressive world around her into fuel—not for vengeance, but for ambition.
Young, striking, and always impeccably dressed (even in her pod suit), Niam carries the presence of someone who knows she’s the smartest—and most dangerous—person in the room. She speaks softly, smiles rarely, and listens more than she talks. But when she does speak, everyone listens.