Caldari
Deteis
-10.00
Cid Kagen0u
Last Active:
2 days ago
Birthday:
May 26, 2024 (1 years old)
Next Birthday:
May 26, 2026 (202 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
1,868
Losses
63
Efficiency
96.7%
Danger Ratio
96.7%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
491.97B ISK
ISK Lost
618.50M ISK
ISK Efficiency
99.9%
ISK Balance
491.35B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
864
Solo Losses
13
Solo Kill Ratio
46.3%
Solo Efficiency
98.5%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
0
NPC Loss Ratio
0.0
Avg. Kills/Day
3.5
Activity
Very High
Character Biography
Ahbazon.
A forgotten scar in the depths of low-sec.
To some, it’s a graveyard.
To others, it’s a hunting ground.
But to me... it is home.
I don’t live for the light of empire space, for the comfort of Concord's cradle or the sweet illusion of safety. No—I exist in the margins, in the silence between system jumps, in the milliseconds before your overview flickers red.
Out here, there are no rules.
Only shadows.
Only the truth.
And the truth is… power isn’t granted by skill injectors or flashy killboards. It is taken, seized, carved into reality with each torpedo, each warp scram, each ship torn apart in glorious ruin.
They ask, “Who is that lurking by the Ahbazon gate?”
They whisper, “What madman flies into a camp with only a T1 frigate and a dream?”
They do not understand.
For I… am not a capsuleer.
I am not a pirate.
I am not even a man.
I am the unknown threat.
The fatal anomaly.
The script you never saw coming.
I am the Eminence in Null-Sec’s Shadow—wearing the mask of obscurity, weaving stories from destruction, and bending the narrative to my will.
You mine in my territory?
You trade through my gate?
You blink—and you will find your hull breached, your pod cracked, and your clone waking up wondering what went wrong.
But don’t be afraid.
This is the price of freedom.
The cost of dancing in a system where shadows rule and laws are myths.
So come. Come to Ahbazon.
Bring your fleets. Bring your bravado.
And when you do… remember:
I am always watching.
I am always waiting.
And when the time is right—
I strike.
For I am the Shadow.
And this… is my dominion.
A forgotten scar in the depths of low-sec.
To some, it’s a graveyard.
To others, it’s a hunting ground.
But to me... it is home.
I don’t live for the light of empire space, for the comfort of Concord's cradle or the sweet illusion of safety. No—I exist in the margins, in the silence between system jumps, in the milliseconds before your overview flickers red.
Out here, there are no rules.
Only shadows.
Only the truth.
And the truth is… power isn’t granted by skill injectors or flashy killboards. It is taken, seized, carved into reality with each torpedo, each warp scram, each ship torn apart in glorious ruin.
They ask, “Who is that lurking by the Ahbazon gate?”
They whisper, “What madman flies into a camp with only a T1 frigate and a dream?”
They do not understand.
For I… am not a capsuleer.
I am not a pirate.
I am not even a man.
I am the unknown threat.
The fatal anomaly.
The script you never saw coming.
I am the Eminence in Null-Sec’s Shadow—wearing the mask of obscurity, weaving stories from destruction, and bending the narrative to my will.
You mine in my territory?
You trade through my gate?
You blink—and you will find your hull breached, your pod cracked, and your clone waking up wondering what went wrong.
But don’t be afraid.
This is the price of freedom.
The cost of dancing in a system where shadows rule and laws are myths.
So come. Come to Ahbazon.
Bring your fleets. Bring your bravado.
And when you do… remember:
I am always watching.
I am always waiting.
And when the time is right—
I strike.
For I am the Shadow.
And this… is my dominion.