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The Bone Holster
Last Active:
2 months ago
Birthday:
Jun 15, 2023 (2 years old)
Next Birthday:
Jun 15, 2026 (277 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
22
Losses
13
Efficiency
62.9%
Danger Ratio
28.8%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
1.64B ISK
ISK Lost
1.07B ISK
ISK Efficiency
60.4%
ISK Balance
564.02M ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
2
Solo Losses
5
Solo Kill Ratio
9.1%
Solo Efficiency
28.6%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
0
NPC Loss Ratio
0.0
Avg. Kills/Day
0.0
Activity
Low
Character Biography
The Bone Holsters story starts in Paris, with the bells of Notre-Dame de Paris ringing in screaming agony. The City
of Light has been experiencing rain for five days and Madame Holster is not only drenched but also exhausted. She's
been looking for her son Henri, but is unable to find him despite searching each street and alley.
Going Underground
This left her with no choice but to head to the underground, in the Catacombs of Paris. As she stands at the
entrance, she sees the warning "Arr\xeate! C'est ici l'empire de la mort," which translates to "Stop! Here lies the
Empire of Death." Knowing just how courageous Henri is, she heads to the dark halls with a faint hope in her heart.
A Sad Find
In the dark halls of the dead, Madame Holster managed to memorize the feel of each skull and bone. She learned each
crack and fracture which made the dead unique. She continued walking in the dark until she felt the familiar touch of
her boy’s face. She then followed the bones back and came out of the catacombs with the lifeless and decomposing
body of her son.
Becoming The Bone Holster
She later cleaned the remains of her son and gave him his last moist bath. With her mind now clouded by remorse,
she now looks for closure in the place where it all began, the Catacombs. Each midnight she would offer his bones to
the walls and treat them with the respect and great precision of an artist hoping they would accept her precious son.
However, the walls had gone silent and over the years, she not only lost her will but also her name and became;
The Bone Holster.
A New Journey
As time killed the last spark of hope that Madame Holster had, a mysterious letter suddenly arrives and points to J-Space,
a place where she could find other lost souls. As she journeys across the Universe, she tenderly caresses the satchel she’d
crafted. No one believes the story behind the satchel, but The Bone Holster has always found comfort in the familiar touch
of its cover, said to be bound in her boy’s own skin.
of Light has been experiencing rain for five days and Madame Holster is not only drenched but also exhausted. She's
been looking for her son Henri, but is unable to find him despite searching each street and alley.
Going Underground
This left her with no choice but to head to the underground, in the Catacombs of Paris. As she stands at the
entrance, she sees the warning "Arr\xeate! C'est ici l'empire de la mort," which translates to "Stop! Here lies the
Empire of Death." Knowing just how courageous Henri is, she heads to the dark halls with a faint hope in her heart.
A Sad Find
In the dark halls of the dead, Madame Holster managed to memorize the feel of each skull and bone. She learned each
crack and fracture which made the dead unique. She continued walking in the dark until she felt the familiar touch of
her boy’s face. She then followed the bones back and came out of the catacombs with the lifeless and decomposing
body of her son.
Becoming The Bone Holster
She later cleaned the remains of her son and gave him his last moist bath. With her mind now clouded by remorse,
she now looks for closure in the place where it all began, the Catacombs. Each midnight she would offer his bones to
the walls and treat them with the respect and great precision of an artist hoping they would accept her precious son.
However, the walls had gone silent and over the years, she not only lost her will but also her name and became;
The Bone Holster.
A New Journey
As time killed the last spark of hope that Madame Holster had, a mysterious letter suddenly arrives and points to J-Space,
a place where she could find other lost souls. As she journeys across the Universe, she tenderly caresses the satchel she’d
crafted. No one believes the story behind the satchel, but The Bone Holster has always found comfort in the familiar touch
of its cover, said to be bound in her boy’s own skin.