Minmatar
Sebiestor
5.00
Last Active:
5 days ago
Birthday:
Jan 1, 1970 (55 years old)
Next Birthday:
Jan 1, 2026 (111 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
298
Losses
57
Efficiency
83.9%
Danger Ratio
83.9%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
1902.84B ISK
ISK Lost
17.12B ISK
ISK Efficiency
99.1%
ISK Balance
1885.73B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
21
Solo Losses
36
Solo Kill Ratio
7.0%
Solo Efficiency
36.8%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
9
NPC Loss Ratio
15.8
Avg. Kills/Day
0.0
Activity
Medium
Character Biography
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As I languidly float through the vast expanses of space, I slowly close my eyes and peer into the far recesses of my soul. The view is unchanged- a pitch black vacuous frontier, barren and devoid of life. It is very cold in space; but the chill of my heart could extinguish the largest of stars. The Oppressors were thorough and exact in their invasive evisceration of my being as they extracted and extorted all that they could excise, and maliciously obliterated all that they could not. They removed my Purpose and viciously retooled it into their plans and motives. But even while their hands were guided by their smirking deities, the Tyrants failed to extricate or eradicate the single-most powerful of their objectives- my Spirit. Bruised but not broken, wounded but not destroyed, my Essence continued on, bleeding Rage and Resolve into my being. Sparked by Revolt, this dangerous mixture has formed a potent compound of Revenge and Resilience.
As I languidly float through the vast expanses of space, I slowly close my eyes and peer into the far recesses of my soul. The view is unchanged- a pitch black vacuous frontier, barren and devoid of life. It is very cold in space; but the chill of my heart could extinguish the largest of stars. The Oppressors were thorough and exact in their invasive evisceration of my being as they extracted and extorted all that they could excise, and maliciously obliterated all that they could not. They removed my Purpose and viciously retooled it into their plans and motives. But even while their hands were guided by their smirking deities, the Tyrants failed to extricate or eradicate the single-most powerful of their objectives- my Spirit. Bruised but not broken, wounded but not destroyed, my Essence continued on, bleeding Rage and Resolve into my being. Sparked by Revolt, this dangerous mixture has formed a potent compound of Revenge and Resilience.