Amarr
Amarr
-0.17
Matar Heretic
Last Active:
over 5 years ago
Birthday:
Oct 29, 2008 (16 years old)
Next Birthday:
Oct 29, 2025 (47 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
968
Losses
55
Efficiency
94.6%
Danger Ratio
0.9%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
2694.63B ISK
ISK Lost
28.15B ISK
ISK Efficiency
99.0%
ISK Balance
2666.48B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
25
Solo Losses
12
Solo Kill Ratio
2.6%
Solo Efficiency
67.6%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
8
NPC Loss Ratio
14.5
Avg. Kills/Day
0.2
Activity
Minimal
Character Biography
The Emperor, Heideran VII, told me a story once.
He carried out a vision that has propelled him into becoming the champion of dank interstellar peace. The secret of his power began with these words.
"As you will lay there, dying in the sun, the sand of desert all around you, you shall speak to a rock, not with your lips, but with your mind, and the rock shall weep tears of fresh pod goo and your thirst will be quenched."
Through maximum skill points (mostly injected) and billions upon billions of isk, I lay in my desert oasis of bitches and many, many slave maidens.
Upon the golden joystick of capital ships, I watch accross the feild of nekkid bodies and empty bottles around me, countess corpses are jettisoned into space while turning behind me for another bottle of LPA.
"When Hannor Mir fell from above and learned to fly on the way down, that was a miracle."
Flying vessels I'm barely skilled for, reordering the heavens while pissed as fuck and with titties in my face.
o7
He carried out a vision that has propelled him into becoming the champion of dank interstellar peace. The secret of his power began with these words.
"As you will lay there, dying in the sun, the sand of desert all around you, you shall speak to a rock, not with your lips, but with your mind, and the rock shall weep tears of fresh pod goo and your thirst will be quenched."
Through maximum skill points (mostly injected) and billions upon billions of isk, I lay in my desert oasis of bitches and many, many slave maidens.
Upon the golden joystick of capital ships, I watch accross the feild of nekkid bodies and empty bottles around me, countess corpses are jettisoned into space while turning behind me for another bottle of LPA.
"When Hannor Mir fell from above and learned to fly on the way down, that was a miracle."
Flying vessels I'm barely skilled for, reordering the heavens while pissed as fuck and with titties in my face.
o7