Gallente
Gallente
5.00
Karma Emily Jynx
Last Active:
11 days ago
Birthday:
Jan 16, 2015 (10 years old)
Next Birthday:
Jan 16, 2026 (127 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
2
Losses
43
Efficiency
4.4%
Danger Ratio
4.3%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
332.31M ISK
ISK Lost
24.87B ISK
ISK Efficiency
1.3%
ISK Balance
-24,538,265,110 ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
0
Solo Losses
23
Solo Kill Ratio
0.0%
Solo Efficiency
0.0%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
4
NPC Loss Ratio
9.3
Avg. Kills/Day
0.0
Activity
Low
Character Biography
Karma Emily Jynx, once an idealistic officer within the Gallente Federation, now carves her name into the stars as a feared and elusive pirate. Born in the bustling metropolis of Caille on Gallente Prime, Karma's early years were defined by her brilliance and fierce independence. Despite excelling in her military career, she grew disillusioned with the Federation's politics and corruption, leading her to abandon her post and embrace a life of piracy.
With 58.6 million skill points, Karma has honed her abilities across a broad spectrum of disciplines, from stealthy reconnaissance to devastating combat tactics. She prefers to pilot nimble and deadly ships, using speed and precision to outmaneuver and dismantle her opponents. Her name strikes terror across trade routes and low-sec space, where she leads a loyal crew of outcasts, each as dangerous as she is.
Now, as an independent pirate, Karma Emily Jynx answers to no one but herself. Her exploits are legendary, from high-profile heists to daring assaults on heavily guarded installations. She operates by her own code, seeking out fortune, freedom, and a legacy written in blood and fire.
Under the shadowed veil of New Eden's endless night, where stars are but whispers of distant dreams, Karma Emily Jynx weaves her tale—a tapestry of rebellion and untamed will. Her heart, once bound by the chains of duty, now beats to the rhythm of cosmic chaos, each pulse a defiant declaration of her sovereignty.
She is the tempest that sweeps through forgotten systems, a phantom in the dark, leaving wreckage and wonder in her wake. Ships fall silent at her approach, for the space she inhabits is one where the rules of man and machine no longer apply. In this domain, only the cunning survive, and Karma thrives—her laughter a ghostly echo in the void, as cold and sharp as the stars she navigates by.
Her crew, a motley collection of souls discarded by society, have found purpose in her rebellion. They are the lost, the broken, the enraged, bound together by a shared disdain for the established order. Under her command, they are not mere outlaws—they are an unrelenting force, a storm with no eye, where even the mightiest dreadnought trembles.
Karma's legend is one written not in ink, but in the light of dying suns, in the silence of destroyed worlds. Her name is a whisper on every outlaw's lips, a cautionary tale for those who would challenge the boundaries of freedom.
With 58.6 million skill points, Karma has honed her abilities across a broad spectrum of disciplines, from stealthy reconnaissance to devastating combat tactics. She prefers to pilot nimble and deadly ships, using speed and precision to outmaneuver and dismantle her opponents. Her name strikes terror across trade routes and low-sec space, where she leads a loyal crew of outcasts, each as dangerous as she is.
Now, as an independent pirate, Karma Emily Jynx answers to no one but herself. Her exploits are legendary, from high-profile heists to daring assaults on heavily guarded installations. She operates by her own code, seeking out fortune, freedom, and a legacy written in blood and fire.
Under the shadowed veil of New Eden's endless night, where stars are but whispers of distant dreams, Karma Emily Jynx weaves her tale—a tapestry of rebellion and untamed will. Her heart, once bound by the chains of duty, now beats to the rhythm of cosmic chaos, each pulse a defiant declaration of her sovereignty.
She is the tempest that sweeps through forgotten systems, a phantom in the dark, leaving wreckage and wonder in her wake. Ships fall silent at her approach, for the space she inhabits is one where the rules of man and machine no longer apply. In this domain, only the cunning survive, and Karma thrives—her laughter a ghostly echo in the void, as cold and sharp as the stars she navigates by.
Her crew, a motley collection of souls discarded by society, have found purpose in her rebellion. They are the lost, the broken, the enraged, bound together by a shared disdain for the established order. Under her command, they are not mere outlaws—they are an unrelenting force, a storm with no eye, where even the mightiest dreadnought trembles.
Karma's legend is one written not in ink, but in the light of dying suns, in the silence of destroyed worlds. Her name is a whisper on every outlaw's lips, a cautionary tale for those who would challenge the boundaries of freedom.