Minmatar
Brutor
1.06
Oppie Vuld
Last Active:
about 5 hours ago
Birthday:
Dec 22, 2022 (2 years old)
Next Birthday:
Dec 22, 2025 (102 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
2
Losses
25
Efficiency
7.4%
Danger Ratio
7.4%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
45.73M ISK
ISK Lost
300.81M ISK
ISK Efficiency
13.2%
ISK Balance
-255,079,607 ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
2
Solo Losses
16
Solo Kill Ratio
100.0%
Solo Efficiency
11.1%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
2
NPC Loss Ratio
8.0
Avg. Kills/Day
0.0
Activity
Low
Character Biography
I am Oppie, President of the Sons of Rust.
I enjoy guiding new brave pilots, carving wealth from the shadows, and watching fraction ships erupt in flames.
Oppie
President of the Sons of Rust
Trained at the Republic Military School in Heimatar, I carry the spirit of the tribes into every fleet.
I was forged in the mines and battlefields of the Republic, living by freedom, unity, and resilience.
The chains are long gone, but the memory never fades. I was born on the wrong side of a star, in a place where people were tools and history was erased. When the chance for freedom came, I took it, and I've been a ghost in the void ever since.
My ship is no pristine vessel. It is a collection of salvaged parts, a testament to what my people have endured. Every scratch on its hull tells a story of survival, and the rust that coats it is a badge of honor.
I fight not for empires, but for the freedom to be. We are the Sons of Rust. They see junk, we see a weapon. And we will forge a new future from the scraps of their past.
“We mine, we build, we fight… together.”
I enjoy guiding new brave pilots, carving wealth from the shadows, and watching fraction ships erupt in flames.
Oppie
President of the Sons of Rust
Trained at the Republic Military School in Heimatar, I carry the spirit of the tribes into every fleet.
I was forged in the mines and battlefields of the Republic, living by freedom, unity, and resilience.
The chains are long gone, but the memory never fades. I was born on the wrong side of a star, in a place where people were tools and history was erased. When the chance for freedom came, I took it, and I've been a ghost in the void ever since.
My ship is no pristine vessel. It is a collection of salvaged parts, a testament to what my people have endured. Every scratch on its hull tells a story of survival, and the rust that coats it is a badge of honor.
I fight not for empires, but for the freedom to be. We are the Sons of Rust. They see junk, we see a weapon. And we will forge a new future from the scraps of their past.
“We mine, we build, we fight… together.”