Minmatar
Brutor
5.00
Pappa Ante Portas
Last Active:
16 days ago
Birthday:
Dec 20, 2023 (1 years old)
Next Birthday:
Dec 20, 2025 (101 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
30
Losses
11
Efficiency
73.2%
Danger Ratio
67.2%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
4.68B ISK
ISK Lost
2.46B ISK
ISK Efficiency
65.5%
ISK Balance
2.21B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
0
Solo Losses
2
Solo Kill Ratio
0.0%
Solo Efficiency
0.0%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
1
NPC Loss Ratio
9.1
Avg. Kills/Day
0.0
Activity
Low
Character Biography
Pappa Ante Portas: The Iron Enforcer in the Name of War
The name Pappa Ante Portas once echoed through sterile CONCORD halls, a legacy of a family sworn to law and order. His life was a vow to stability, safeguarding New Eden's trade routes from chaos. He was a guardian of balance, a sharp blade serving justice.
But the void is merciless. Principles shattered not by fleets, but by insidious corruption, betrayal from within, or perhaps the demise of a homeworld to Sansha's Nation, while "order" merely watched. Certainty crumbled, leaving only hardened tenets and a raw, uncompromising desperation.
Driven by shadows of his past and the bitter truth that ideals were hollow, Pappa Ante Portas drifted through the black. High-Sec's glare became torment; constant oversight, a suffocating chain. His vessel, once a symbol of justice, became a silent capsule of despair, pulling him deeper into Null-Sec's lawless anonymity. Distorted nav-signals spat him into Cloud Ring – a region as wild and merciless as his own fractured soul.
Here, amidst relentless sovereignty wars, Pappa Ante Portas found a new order: that of the strong. The Konzil der Drei, a pragmatic and fierce cohort, recognized the dark fire in his eyes, offering him a place in the iron ranks of the RAZOR Alliance. It was not a family of law, but of survival – a shared struggle against countless foes lurking in the depths of space.
His old ideals of "law and order" haven't vanished; they've transformed into tools for a brutal new context. Pappa Ante Portas is no longer the guardian of a crumbling system, but a relentless enforcer for his new family. His methods are harsher, his morality grayer, his fight darker. Amidst blaster fire, drone screams, and echoing explosions, he finds his twisted form of justice. He came not to preach law, but to enforce it – with all the violence New Eden commands. The galaxy may have broken him, but it also forged him into a ruthless warrior, whose name is now a grim echo in Cloud Ring's blood-soaked mists.
The name Pappa Ante Portas once echoed through sterile CONCORD halls, a legacy of a family sworn to law and order. His life was a vow to stability, safeguarding New Eden's trade routes from chaos. He was a guardian of balance, a sharp blade serving justice.
But the void is merciless. Principles shattered not by fleets, but by insidious corruption, betrayal from within, or perhaps the demise of a homeworld to Sansha's Nation, while "order" merely watched. Certainty crumbled, leaving only hardened tenets and a raw, uncompromising desperation.
Driven by shadows of his past and the bitter truth that ideals were hollow, Pappa Ante Portas drifted through the black. High-Sec's glare became torment; constant oversight, a suffocating chain. His vessel, once a symbol of justice, became a silent capsule of despair, pulling him deeper into Null-Sec's lawless anonymity. Distorted nav-signals spat him into Cloud Ring – a region as wild and merciless as his own fractured soul.
Here, amidst relentless sovereignty wars, Pappa Ante Portas found a new order: that of the strong. The Konzil der Drei, a pragmatic and fierce cohort, recognized the dark fire in his eyes, offering him a place in the iron ranks of the RAZOR Alliance. It was not a family of law, but of survival – a shared struggle against countless foes lurking in the depths of space.
His old ideals of "law and order" haven't vanished; they've transformed into tools for a brutal new context. Pappa Ante Portas is no longer the guardian of a crumbling system, but a relentless enforcer for his new family. His methods are harsher, his morality grayer, his fight darker. Amidst blaster fire, drone screams, and echoing explosions, he finds his twisted form of justice. He came not to preach law, but to enforce it – with all the violence New Eden commands. The galaxy may have broken him, but it also forged him into a ruthless warrior, whose name is now a grim echo in Cloud Ring's blood-soaked mists.