Caldari
Achura
1.91
Last Active:
6 days ago
Birthday:
Oct 22, 2021 (4 years old)
Next Birthday:
Oct 22, 2026 (351 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
1
Losses
43
Efficiency
2.3%
Danger Ratio
2.3%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
36.32M ISK
ISK Lost
11.60B ISK
ISK Efficiency
0.3%
ISK Balance
-11,565,196,706 ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
0
Solo Losses
31
Solo Kill Ratio
0.0%
Solo Efficiency
0.0%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
20
NPC Loss Ratio
46.5
Avg. Kills/Day
0.0
Activity
Low
Character Biography
Yaya Harada had been born to the humming song of reactors, raised among chrome towers and data-streams. Her family had served the CBD Corporation for four generations—efficient, disciplined, and bound to the gears of the Caldari State. She flew her first frigate at fifteen. By nineteen, she had twenty-six confirmed kills. A prodigy of precision warfare. A shareholder's dream.
But Yaya had grown tired of dreams framed in spreadsheets and kill ratios.
After a brutal skirmish over a disputed mining colony, she watched a civilian shuttle—marked and registered—get erased “for operational efficiency.” Her commanding officer called it necessary. The investors applauded the deterrence. Yaya vomited in her flight suit.
Three weeks later, her Falcon-class recon ship vanished from the registry.
She crossed into Amarr space on a quiet night, hiding among merchant convoys like a ghost shedding her chains. The Kor-Azor Family welcomed her warily but curiously. A Caldari defector was rare—but one who requested to serve? That was nearly unheard of.
Lord Aritcio Kor-Azor questioned her himself in a cathedral of gold and silence.
“Why leave power for penance, pilot?” he asked.
Yaya bowed low. “Because I’ve only ever known conquest. I want to learn creation. I want to serve something greater than market shares and military contracts.”
The Lord studied her with eyes like stained glass. “You seek the divine.”
“No,” Yaya replied. “I seek good. If the divine is there, all the better.”
In the years that followed, Yaya became more than a soldier. She studied Amarr philosophy, served in Kor-Azor relief fleets, protected pilgrimage routes rather than disrupting supply lines. She still flew, but now her wings shielded rather than struck. She learned that service need not mean submission, and that mercy could be wielded as sharply as any railgun.
Some scoffed at her—a Caldari rogue playing priestess. But others, especially the young, watched her with wide, curious eyes. And when she finally took the surname Kor-Azor, she did so not as a convert, but as a creator of something new.
Somewhere between the ash of war and the gold of redemption, Yaya Harada found what the State never offered:
A soul with its own flight path.
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But Yaya had grown tired of dreams framed in spreadsheets and kill ratios.
After a brutal skirmish over a disputed mining colony, she watched a civilian shuttle—marked and registered—get erased “for operational efficiency.” Her commanding officer called it necessary. The investors applauded the deterrence. Yaya vomited in her flight suit.
Three weeks later, her Falcon-class recon ship vanished from the registry.
She crossed into Amarr space on a quiet night, hiding among merchant convoys like a ghost shedding her chains. The Kor-Azor Family welcomed her warily but curiously. A Caldari defector was rare—but one who requested to serve? That was nearly unheard of.
Lord Aritcio Kor-Azor questioned her himself in a cathedral of gold and silence.
“Why leave power for penance, pilot?” he asked.
Yaya bowed low. “Because I’ve only ever known conquest. I want to learn creation. I want to serve something greater than market shares and military contracts.”
The Lord studied her with eyes like stained glass. “You seek the divine.”
“No,” Yaya replied. “I seek good. If the divine is there, all the better.”
In the years that followed, Yaya became more than a soldier. She studied Amarr philosophy, served in Kor-Azor relief fleets, protected pilgrimage routes rather than disrupting supply lines. She still flew, but now her wings shielded rather than struck. She learned that service need not mean submission, and that mercy could be wielded as sharply as any railgun.
Some scoffed at her—a Caldari rogue playing priestess. But others, especially the young, watched her with wide, curious eyes. And when she finally took the surname Kor-Azor, she did so not as a convert, but as a creator of something new.
Somewhere between the ash of war and the gold of redemption, Yaya Harada found what the State never offered:
A soul with its own flight path.
The BIG Lottery