Amarr
Ni-Kunni
0.08
Madamal Yiryi Dethahal
Last Active:
11 days ago
Birthday:
Jun 25, 2021 (4 years old)
Next Birthday:
Jun 25, 2026 (287 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
335
Losses
380
Efficiency
46.9%
Danger Ratio
45.6%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
61.85B ISK
ISK Lost
10.88B ISK
ISK Efficiency
85.0%
ISK Balance
50.97B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
33
Solo Losses
214
Solo Kill Ratio
9.9%
Solo Efficiency
13.4%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
55
NPC Loss Ratio
14.5
Avg. Kills/Day
0.2
Activity
High
Character Biography
☦ WE EAT GOD ☦
Somewhere between Amarr relic farms and Gallente data runs,
there's a man who kneels.
Not to capsuleer lords. Not to the doctrine-of-the-week influencers.
But to the Crucified One—truly present, truly consumed.
He's a Lutheran. Confessional.
He believes the bread is the Body, the wine is the Blood.
Not a symbol. Not a simulation.
Christ Himself—delivered to sinners in time and space.
While New Eden burns with heresies dressed as light,
he clings to ancient words—
to the Creed, the Cross, and the Cup.
He fears no clone death,
but trembles before the altar.
Because there—beneath all starlit systems—
God descends. And is eaten.
This is the faith once delivered to the saints.
Join us. Or don’t.
But if you ever wondered where the Church went after the apostles?
We're still here. Still chanting. Still feasting on Christ.
This is not your grandma’s Protestantism.
Unless she was based.
Somewhere between Amarr relic farms and Gallente data runs,
there's a man who kneels.
Not to capsuleer lords. Not to the doctrine-of-the-week influencers.
But to the Crucified One—truly present, truly consumed.
He's a Lutheran. Confessional.
He believes the bread is the Body, the wine is the Blood.
Not a symbol. Not a simulation.
Christ Himself—delivered to sinners in time and space.
While New Eden burns with heresies dressed as light,
he clings to ancient words—
to the Creed, the Cross, and the Cup.
He fears no clone death,
but trembles before the altar.
Because there—beneath all starlit systems—
God descends. And is eaten.
This is the faith once delivered to the saints.
Join us. Or don’t.
But if you ever wondered where the Church went after the apostles?
We're still here. Still chanting. Still feasting on Christ.
This is not your grandma’s Protestantism.
Unless she was based.