Minmatar
Vherokior
5.00
Visler Ronuken
Last Active:
8 days ago
Birthday:
Jan 1, 1970 (55 years old)
Next Birthday:
Jan 1, 2026 (57 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
73
Losses
208
Efficiency
26.0%
Danger Ratio
26.0%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
3.87B ISK
ISK Lost
12.31B ISK
ISK Efficiency
23.9%
ISK Balance
-8,435,625,065 ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
35
Solo Losses
118
Solo Kill Ratio
47.9%
Solo Efficiency
22.9%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
12
NPC Loss Ratio
5.8
Avg. Kills/Day
0.0
Activity
Medium
Character Biography
Last survivor from earth, now drifting true space endlessly.
As i lay there, accompanied only by the view from my port hole,
many worlds i do not and can never, now, know.
Life has shown no mercy for humanity. my body aches from being alone for so long.
my mind harrowed by my disposable nature of humankind.
i look from my window, through reflections it now appears as if the eternal void is gazing back at me.
I no longer feel so alone as i feel the poison taking hold of my nervous system.
enveloped by a series of flashes; visions from my past are shown to me in my new found state of delirium. i have the sensation of visualizing waveforms, which appear to be emanating from the now rhythmic pulse of my heart beat. with my last rational thought, my last notions, i reach for my space-phone. as my heartbeat in my deluded state begins to resemble electronic music, i send my final text.
Text
In cargo hold 3c. the secret of life is hidden.
May it bloom, once again
As i lay there, accompanied only by the view from my port hole,
many worlds i do not and can never, now, know.
Life has shown no mercy for humanity. my body aches from being alone for so long.
my mind harrowed by my disposable nature of humankind.
i look from my window, through reflections it now appears as if the eternal void is gazing back at me.
I no longer feel so alone as i feel the poison taking hold of my nervous system.
enveloped by a series of flashes; visions from my past are shown to me in my new found state of delirium. i have the sensation of visualizing waveforms, which appear to be emanating from the now rhythmic pulse of my heart beat. with my last rational thought, my last notions, i reach for my space-phone. as my heartbeat in my deluded state begins to resemble electronic music, i send my final text.
Text
In cargo hold 3c. the secret of life is hidden.
May it bloom, once again