Minmatar
Sebiestor
0.36
Corvin Darius
Last Active:
about 1 month ago
Birthday:
Nov 9, 2014 (10 years old)
Next Birthday:
Nov 9, 2025 (60 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
0
Losses
4
Efficiency
0.0%
Danger Ratio
0.0%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
0 ISK
ISK Lost
834.96M ISK
ISK Efficiency
0.0%
ISK Balance
-834,955,011 ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
0
Solo Losses
3
Solo Kill Ratio
0%
Solo Efficiency
0.0%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
0
NPC Loss Ratio
0.0
Avg. Kills/Day
0.0
Activity
Minimal
Character Biography
Corvin Darius
CEO | Mercenaries Sanctum
“Salvation is contract-bound. Loyalty is paid bills. But death? Death is always free.”
Born from the smog-choked underlevels of Yulai IX and raised among cartel smugglers and black-market techpriests, Corvin Darius was forged in betrayal and baptized in credits. He learned early that empires rot from the inside and that the best money is made at the edge of a crumbling throne.
Once a loyal capsuleer under a nullsec war machine, Darius broke ranks during a contract gone bad, taking half a fleet and vanishing into lowsec with a simple message: “No gods. No flags. Just terms.” From that fire was born Mercenaries Sanctum, a sanctuary for the disillusioned, the deadly, and the damned.
Under his leadership, the Sanctum became more than a corporation—it became a doctrine, where profit and professionalism are holy scripture, and contracts are blood-oaths. Darius doesn’t care what you worship, who you used to fly for, or how many scars you bring only that you follow the rule: Complete the contract. Leave no debts. Protect the Sanctum.
Now operating out of Emolgranlan, with operations stretching from highsec hauls to lowsec interdiction, Corvin Darius leads with calm ruthlessness. He trains rookies like weapons and brokers peace like a warlord. When he speaks, it’s quiet, but when he logs in, fleets move.
He’s not building an empire.
He’s building a legacy you can buy into.
CEO | Mercenaries Sanctum
“Salvation is contract-bound. Loyalty is paid bills. But death? Death is always free.”
Born from the smog-choked underlevels of Yulai IX and raised among cartel smugglers and black-market techpriests, Corvin Darius was forged in betrayal and baptized in credits. He learned early that empires rot from the inside and that the best money is made at the edge of a crumbling throne.
Once a loyal capsuleer under a nullsec war machine, Darius broke ranks during a contract gone bad, taking half a fleet and vanishing into lowsec with a simple message: “No gods. No flags. Just terms.” From that fire was born Mercenaries Sanctum, a sanctuary for the disillusioned, the deadly, and the damned.
Under his leadership, the Sanctum became more than a corporation—it became a doctrine, where profit and professionalism are holy scripture, and contracts are blood-oaths. Darius doesn’t care what you worship, who you used to fly for, or how many scars you bring only that you follow the rule: Complete the contract. Leave no debts. Protect the Sanctum.
Now operating out of Emolgranlan, with operations stretching from highsec hauls to lowsec interdiction, Corvin Darius leads with calm ruthlessness. He trains rookies like weapons and brokers peace like a warlord. When he speaks, it’s quiet, but when he logs in, fleets move.
He’s not building an empire.
He’s building a legacy you can buy into.