Caldari
Deteis
5.00
Cassian Dawnshadow
Last Active:
5 months ago
Birthday:
Jan 16, 2025 (0 years old)
Next Birthday:
Jan 16, 2026 (127 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
12
Losses
158
Efficiency
7.1%
Danger Ratio
1.2%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
1.39B ISK
ISK Lost
22.56B ISK
ISK Efficiency
5.8%
ISK Balance
-21,176,021,083 ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
2
Solo Losses
89
Solo Kill Ratio
16.7%
Solo Efficiency
2.2%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
59
NPC Loss Ratio
37.3
Avg. Kills/Day
0.1
Activity
Low
Character Biography
"Welcome Wagon"
Joined Pyke’s Place, thought I’d find a goldmine,
Heard their market was stacked, all in line.
“Sell what you have, bring a shuttle, it’s all good,”
So I packed it all up and left where I stood.
Landed in-system, ready to trade,
But the market here? Not quite what I’d laid.
No Navy Geddon, no fit quite right,
Had to take an Abaddon—didn’t put up a fight.
Jumped through the gate, and just like that,
A whole fleet of neuts, ready to chat.
So now I’m stuck, in an Abaddon’s hull,
Jumping gates with six hundred K tolls,
Neuts drop in, cloaked ships around,
I’m tryin’ to sell, but can’t make a sound.
Escalation’s waiting, but I’m stuck in place,
Can’t risk undockin’, don’t wanna face—
A gang of red ships out for blood,
Just another jump, stuck in the mud.
I’m scanning, I’m d scanning, eyes wide open,
Every time I undock, I’m hopin’—but it’s broken.
One minute it’s clear, the next it's a flash,
Neuts on d-scan, just a trap, just a crash.
Can’t trust the locals, can’t trust the gate,
‘Cause every time I look, there’s a new face to hate.
Is that Loki cloaked? Or just the usual tryin' to bait?
Should I bounce, or wait—tempt fate with this state?
Neuts keep poppin', and I’m stuck in place,
Got my escalation, but what’s the race?
If I make a move, they’ll be there in a blink,
If I stay still, I’ll just sink, sink, sink.
They’re everywhere, they’re just waiting for me,
I’m just a target—a place to be
Punched, shot, killed, and dropped on a dime,
And I just sit here, writing these lines.
So here I am, undocking again,
Hoping today I’ll see the end.
But deep down, I know it’s the same damn game—
Just a new round of pain, in this endless flame.
One more jump, one more gate,
Just to see if today is my fate.
So I’ll roll the dice, once more, once again,
And pray I make it through—until the next time I pen.
Joined Pyke’s Place, thought I’d find a goldmine,
Heard their market was stacked, all in line.
“Sell what you have, bring a shuttle, it’s all good,”
So I packed it all up and left where I stood.
Landed in-system, ready to trade,
But the market here? Not quite what I’d laid.
No Navy Geddon, no fit quite right,
Had to take an Abaddon—didn’t put up a fight.
Jumped through the gate, and just like that,
A whole fleet of neuts, ready to chat.
So now I’m stuck, in an Abaddon’s hull,
Jumping gates with six hundred K tolls,
Neuts drop in, cloaked ships around,
I’m tryin’ to sell, but can’t make a sound.
Escalation’s waiting, but I’m stuck in place,
Can’t risk undockin’, don’t wanna face—
A gang of red ships out for blood,
Just another jump, stuck in the mud.
I’m scanning, I’m d scanning, eyes wide open,
Every time I undock, I’m hopin’—but it’s broken.
One minute it’s clear, the next it's a flash,
Neuts on d-scan, just a trap, just a crash.
Can’t trust the locals, can’t trust the gate,
‘Cause every time I look, there’s a new face to hate.
Is that Loki cloaked? Or just the usual tryin' to bait?
Should I bounce, or wait—tempt fate with this state?
Neuts keep poppin', and I’m stuck in place,
Got my escalation, but what’s the race?
If I make a move, they’ll be there in a blink,
If I stay still, I’ll just sink, sink, sink.
They’re everywhere, they’re just waiting for me,
I’m just a target—a place to be
Punched, shot, killed, and dropped on a dime,
And I just sit here, writing these lines.
So here I am, undocking again,
Hoping today I’ll see the end.
But deep down, I know it’s the same damn game—
Just a new round of pain, in this endless flame.
One more jump, one more gate,
Just to see if today is my fate.
So I’ll roll the dice, once more, once again,
And pray I make it through—until the next time I pen.