Caldari
Deteis
0.18
Quack Daniels
Last Active:
10 days ago
Birthday:
Apr 30, 2025 (0 years old)
Next Birthday:
Apr 30, 2026 (176 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
1
Losses
4
Efficiency
20.0%
Danger Ratio
19.6%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
47.09M ISK
ISK Lost
189.81M ISK
ISK Efficiency
19.9%
ISK Balance
-142,725,139 ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
0
Solo Losses
0
Solo Kill Ratio
0.0%
Solo Efficiency
0%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
0
NPC Loss Ratio
0.0
Avg. Kills/Day
0.0
Activity
Minimal
Character Biography
"The best deals are aged, smuggled, and served at warp speed."
Alias: Old No. 7
Known Vessel: S.S. Sour Mash – a customized blockade runner with stealth systems and hidden compartments lined in reinforced carbon (and occasionally, aged oak).
After parting ways with the Caldari Navy under “unofficial” circumstances, Quack Daniels turned his talents to the underground trade routes of lowsec and null. What began as small-time smuggling soon escalated into a full-blown bootlegging empire—moving high-grade spirits, ancient Jovian intoxicants, and forbidden neural boosters under the nose of CONCORD.
He earned the nickname “Old No. 7” not just for the whiskey barrels he used to hide contraband, but for the scorched wrecks he left in his wake when deals went south. Known for sipping 100-proof Amarrian Firewhiskey mid-combat, Daniels is the kind of pilot who’ll toast your warp core breach before your pod even hits the vacuum.
Despite his outlaw status, Quack is weirdly respected—even admired—in certain circles. To some, he's a symbol of rebellion. To others, a cautionary tale soaked in ethanol and danger. And to most… he’s a ghost on D-scan, gone before the bubbles drop.
Alias: Old No. 7
Known Vessel: S.S. Sour Mash – a customized blockade runner with stealth systems and hidden compartments lined in reinforced carbon (and occasionally, aged oak).
After parting ways with the Caldari Navy under “unofficial” circumstances, Quack Daniels turned his talents to the underground trade routes of lowsec and null. What began as small-time smuggling soon escalated into a full-blown bootlegging empire—moving high-grade spirits, ancient Jovian intoxicants, and forbidden neural boosters under the nose of CONCORD.
He earned the nickname “Old No. 7” not just for the whiskey barrels he used to hide contraband, but for the scorched wrecks he left in his wake when deals went south. Known for sipping 100-proof Amarrian Firewhiskey mid-combat, Daniels is the kind of pilot who’ll toast your warp core breach before your pod even hits the vacuum.
Despite his outlaw status, Quack is weirdly respected—even admired—in certain circles. To some, he's a symbol of rebellion. To others, a cautionary tale soaked in ethanol and danger. And to most… he’s a ghost on D-scan, gone before the bubbles drop.