Gallente
Gallente
0.23
Archros
Last Active:
about 2 months ago
Birthday:
Aug 11, 2025 (0 years old)
Next Birthday:
Aug 11, 2026 (278 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
6
Losses
28
Efficiency
17.6%
Danger Ratio
10.6%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
19.24M ISK
ISK Lost
289.60M ISK
ISK Efficiency
6.2%
ISK Balance
-270,363,016 ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
6
Solo Losses
22
Solo Kill Ratio
100.0%
Solo Efficiency
21.4%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
10
NPC Loss Ratio
35.7
Avg. Kills/Day
0.1
Activity
Low
Character Biography
Name: Archros
Born: Gallente Federation
Allegiance: Caldari State (with flexible morals)
Status: Capsuleer – YC127
Born under Gallente lights, raised on speeches about freedom, I quickly realized ideals taste better in theory than in credits. So I took my blood, my brains, and my launchers, and signed up with the Caldari State—where contracts are clear, deadlines deadly, and paychecks heavy enough to crush a capsuleer’s ego. Some call it treason. I call it good business.
I fly where profit calls. My Procurer chews rock with a grin, my Vexor hums like a swarm of locusts, and my Breacher… well, it’s better not to ask. I’ve run with Guristas, traded with smugglers, and outfoxed more Federation inspectors than I care to count—all while keeping my Caldari sponsors blissfully unaware of how much fun I have bending “loyalty.”
Humor keeps me alive. I taunt CONCORD, mock patrols on comms, and once convinced a Minmatar fleet my Merlin delivered “humanitarian aid.” Spoiler: it didn’t. I collect stories, wrecks, and ISK with equal enthusiasm, knowing the stars are full of prey—and I never go hungry.
Gallente by birth. Caldari by allegiance. Pirate by instinct. I answer to no flag, no creed, only the void and the hum of missiles syncing in rhythm. Cross me and you’ll learn fast: trust is rare, ore is rarer, and I never forget a debt.
Gallente For Life!
Born: Gallente Federation
Allegiance: Caldari State (with flexible morals)
Status: Capsuleer – YC127
Born under Gallente lights, raised on speeches about freedom, I quickly realized ideals taste better in theory than in credits. So I took my blood, my brains, and my launchers, and signed up with the Caldari State—where contracts are clear, deadlines deadly, and paychecks heavy enough to crush a capsuleer’s ego. Some call it treason. I call it good business.
I fly where profit calls. My Procurer chews rock with a grin, my Vexor hums like a swarm of locusts, and my Breacher… well, it’s better not to ask. I’ve run with Guristas, traded with smugglers, and outfoxed more Federation inspectors than I care to count—all while keeping my Caldari sponsors blissfully unaware of how much fun I have bending “loyalty.”
Humor keeps me alive. I taunt CONCORD, mock patrols on comms, and once convinced a Minmatar fleet my Merlin delivered “humanitarian aid.” Spoiler: it didn’t. I collect stories, wrecks, and ISK with equal enthusiasm, knowing the stars are full of prey—and I never go hungry.
Gallente by birth. Caldari by allegiance. Pirate by instinct. I answer to no flag, no creed, only the void and the hum of missiles syncing in rhythm. Cross me and you’ll learn fast: trust is rare, ore is rarer, and I never forget a debt.
Gallente For Life!