Caldari
Civire
3.09
Last Active:
9 days ago
Birthday:
Mar 7, 2022 (3 years old)
Next Birthday:
Mar 7, 2026 (176 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
692
Losses
126
Efficiency
84.6%
Danger Ratio
83.1%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
632.16B ISK
ISK Lost
49.10B ISK
ISK Efficiency
92.8%
ISK Balance
583.06B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
42
Solo Losses
47
Solo Kill Ratio
6.1%
Solo Efficiency
47.2%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
3
NPC Loss Ratio
2.4
Avg. Kills/Day
0.5
Activity
High
Character Biography
Frosts Overview
Magic 14
My name is FrostZone, and I hail from the disciplined and unyielding ranks of the Caldari State. Born into a world where loyalty to the megacorps is both creed and currency, I learned early on that survival meant mastering the cold calculus of profit, power, and precision. While others reveled in the pursuit of material wealth, my gaze was always fixed higher—on the silent grandeur of the Phoenix-class dreadnought. From the first time I saw one glide through the void, its capital-scale power unmatched, I knew my destiny was entwined with its colossal frame.
Growing up in the bustling arcologies of New Caldari Prime, I thrived in the structured chaos of the State. My aptitude for logistics and strategy earned me a fast track into the military ranks, where I became a tactical officer in the Caldari Navy. There, I honed my skills in missile systems and shield management, earning the nickname “FrostZone” for my icy composure in even the most chaotic fleet engagements.
But the State’s rigid hierarchy chafed at my ambition. Being bound to the whims of corporate interests felt like piloting a ship with a broken warp core—no direction, no freedom. So, I left. The day I became a capsuleer was the day I truly began my ascent. With immortality as my ally and the vastness of New Eden as my playground, I threw myself into every opportunity to forge my legend. From precision strikes against Guristas pirates to spearheading logistics operations for Caldari-aligned alliances, I’ve always prioritized precision, loyalty, and the dream of one day commanding a Phoenix of my own.
Some call me obsessive; I call it focus. The Phoenix isn’t just a ship to me—it’s a symbol. A symbol of Caldari strength, of my unshakable resolve, and of the power to reshape the stars. One day, I’ll sit on the bridge of my dreadnought, the Caldari flag flying high, and prove to New Eden what it means to be FrostZone: the unyielding storm in the cold expanse of space.
Fly smart, and stay out of my trajectory.
Magic 14
My name is FrostZone, and I hail from the disciplined and unyielding ranks of the Caldari State. Born into a world where loyalty to the megacorps is both creed and currency, I learned early on that survival meant mastering the cold calculus of profit, power, and precision. While others reveled in the pursuit of material wealth, my gaze was always fixed higher—on the silent grandeur of the Phoenix-class dreadnought. From the first time I saw one glide through the void, its capital-scale power unmatched, I knew my destiny was entwined with its colossal frame.
Growing up in the bustling arcologies of New Caldari Prime, I thrived in the structured chaos of the State. My aptitude for logistics and strategy earned me a fast track into the military ranks, where I became a tactical officer in the Caldari Navy. There, I honed my skills in missile systems and shield management, earning the nickname “FrostZone” for my icy composure in even the most chaotic fleet engagements.
But the State’s rigid hierarchy chafed at my ambition. Being bound to the whims of corporate interests felt like piloting a ship with a broken warp core—no direction, no freedom. So, I left. The day I became a capsuleer was the day I truly began my ascent. With immortality as my ally and the vastness of New Eden as my playground, I threw myself into every opportunity to forge my legend. From precision strikes against Guristas pirates to spearheading logistics operations for Caldari-aligned alliances, I’ve always prioritized precision, loyalty, and the dream of one day commanding a Phoenix of my own.
Some call me obsessive; I call it focus. The Phoenix isn’t just a ship to me—it’s a symbol. A symbol of Caldari strength, of my unshakable resolve, and of the power to reshape the stars. One day, I’ll sit on the bridge of my dreadnought, the Caldari flag flying high, and prove to New Eden what it means to be FrostZone: the unyielding storm in the cold expanse of space.
Fly smart, and stay out of my trajectory.