Minmatar
Sebiestor
0.00
Gui Bnuuy
Last Active:
about 5 hours ago
Birthday:
Jul 15, 2025 (0 years old)
Next Birthday:
Jul 15, 2026 (309 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
12
Losses
8
Efficiency
60.0%
Danger Ratio
60.0%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
1.27B ISK
ISK Lost
23.06M ISK
ISK Efficiency
98.2%
ISK Balance
1.25B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
0
Solo Losses
3
Solo Kill Ratio
0.0%
Solo Efficiency
0.0%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
0
NPC Loss Ratio
0.0
Avg. Kills/Day
0.2
Activity
Low
Character Biography
鬼兔兔
我是一个心碎的兔子
Bunny full of Dread
@guibnuuy.bsky.social
My first memories are glass walls and nutrient haze — Rabbit’s answer to avoid Fetal’s fate — a miracle they said, until the charts turned cold and I was abandoned on ROIR. The Sisters didn’t take me in – mutant, they whispered. Capsuleer-tainted blood. They saw what I wasn’t. Food Relief paid in protein paste and dead friends. I learned how much a life is worth out here: less than a crate of ammo.
I bled first because I could come back; the others couldn’t. Each resurrection dragged me further from the Gate I long to cross.
Then a Guristas (Gui) spy bled Ishukone's secrets into my hands. Inside: trade routes carved to choke systems, labor quotas tied to oxygen rations, entire colonies reduced to ledger entries. And capsuleers — demigods in hull and steel — laughing over drinks in Jita.
Capsuleers defile our dens, and slaughter Food Relief’s convoys. They’ve all gutted what was left of their humanity and sold it for hull and steel.
I was pushed to the Point of No Return, Zarzakh, flying under the Deathless banner – not for profit, not for glory.
For revenge.
For the voiceless.
我是一个心碎的兔子
Bunny full of Dread
@guibnuuy.bsky.social
My first memories are glass walls and nutrient haze — Rabbit’s answer to avoid Fetal’s fate — a miracle they said, until the charts turned cold and I was abandoned on ROIR. The Sisters didn’t take me in – mutant, they whispered. Capsuleer-tainted blood. They saw what I wasn’t. Food Relief paid in protein paste and dead friends. I learned how much a life is worth out here: less than a crate of ammo.
I bled first because I could come back; the others couldn’t. Each resurrection dragged me further from the Gate I long to cross.
Then a Guristas (Gui) spy bled Ishukone's secrets into my hands. Inside: trade routes carved to choke systems, labor quotas tied to oxygen rations, entire colonies reduced to ledger entries. And capsuleers — demigods in hull and steel — laughing over drinks in Jita.
Capsuleers defile our dens, and slaughter Food Relief’s convoys. They’ve all gutted what was left of their humanity and sold it for hull and steel.
I was pushed to the Point of No Return, Zarzakh, flying under the Deathless banner – not for profit, not for glory.
For revenge.
For the voiceless.