Minmatar
Vherokior
-8.90
Anya Sulii
Last Active:
over 8 years ago
Birthday:
Jan 1, 1970 (55 years old)
Next Birthday:
Jan 1, 2026 (112 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
2,585
Losses
837
Efficiency
75.5%
Danger Ratio
0.8%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
396.08B ISK
ISK Lost
65.59B ISK
ISK Efficiency
85.8%
ISK Balance
330.49B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
216
Solo Losses
208
Solo Kill Ratio
8.4%
Solo Efficiency
50.9%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
6
NPC Loss Ratio
0.7
Avg. Kills/Day
0.1
Activity
Low
Character Biography
'Born to soar.'
That's what my parents said about me, and I suppose it's true now.
My childhood was spent on more planets than I can remember as well as the cavernous holds of my father's Wreathe industrial ship. The constant travel let me experience the cultures of all the Matari tribes, but I didn't have time to make any friends. I was lonely and I didn't even know it. That changed on my 15th birthday.
My dad had accepted a courier contract from Pator to Luminaire, hauling exotic gasses to be used in one of the Federation's many terraforming projects. When we docked I rushed off to see Gallente Prime and thus was not aboard when a cargo drone lost datalink and dropped a canister of highly volitile gas in the cargo hold. Neither my parents nor their beloved Wreathe survived.
Suddenly I was mistress of my own destiny, with a huge cash settlement from the Federation and the offer to train as a capsuleer. And I did.
Lowsec is taking its toll on me, mind and body both...
That's what my parents said about me, and I suppose it's true now.
My childhood was spent on more planets than I can remember as well as the cavernous holds of my father's Wreathe industrial ship. The constant travel let me experience the cultures of all the Matari tribes, but I didn't have time to make any friends. I was lonely and I didn't even know it. That changed on my 15th birthday.
My dad had accepted a courier contract from Pator to Luminaire, hauling exotic gasses to be used in one of the Federation's many terraforming projects. When we docked I rushed off to see Gallente Prime and thus was not aboard when a cargo drone lost datalink and dropped a canister of highly volitile gas in the cargo hold. Neither my parents nor their beloved Wreathe survived.
Suddenly I was mistress of my own destiny, with a huge cash settlement from the Federation and the offer to train as a capsuleer. And I did.
Lowsec is taking its toll on me, mind and body both...