Gallente
Gallente
1.26
Eva Veldspar
Last Active:
almost 4 years ago
Birthday:
May 9, 2015 (10 years old)
Next Birthday:
May 9, 2026 (240 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
75
Losses
94
Efficiency
44.4%
Danger Ratio
0.4%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
25.03B ISK
ISK Lost
9.69B ISK
ISK Efficiency
72.1%
ISK Balance
15.34B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
13
Solo Losses
40
Solo Kill Ratio
17.3%
Solo Efficiency
24.5%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
0
NPC Loss Ratio
0.0
Avg. Kills/Day
0.0
Activity
Minimal
Character Biography
Freedom, Knowledge and Ethics; leaning on these pillars the Gallente Federation will prosper.
Biography:
Eva was born in a mining colony of the Gallente Federation. Being only a few days old her parents and everyone in the colony were brutally murdered by Serpentis pirates in the dark of night. The Federation Navy fast response team heared the eary crying of little eva coming from the sealed ore container her parents had hidden her in upon arrival. After opening the container they saw the little baby girl with a piece of Veldspar, with her name carefully etched into it with a mining laser, clutched in her hands.
The Federation Navy officer in charge of the operation therefore named her Eva Veldspar, as her parents were not known and identification of the miner's DNA was..... impossible. She was trained by the Federation Navy in her early years and went on to to study at the Center for Advanced Studies graduating as a Capsuleer in Villore to persue a career in mining and industry to honour her parents.
Having feelings of great disdain and hatred towards pirates and injustace generally. She has swore an oath to vindicate her parent's fate and the many citizens like them. As a consquence she has no mercy for pirate lowlife despite being kind of heart. “Igitur qui desiderat pacem, praeparet bellum.” - Publius Flavius Vegetius Renatus, De Re Militari, Liber III
o7
"Fortuna audaces iuvat." so go and be bold, be brave.
O χοσμος, αλλοιωσις. O βιος, υποληψις.
O kosmos, alloiosis. O bios, upolepsis.
The universe is flux. Life is opinion. - Marcus Aurelius, Meditations
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The lark ascending
He rises and begins to round,
He drops the silver chain of sound,
Of many links without a break,
In chirrup, whistle, slur and shake.
For singing till his heaven fills,
'Tis love of earth that he instils,
And ever winging up and up,
Our valley is his golden cup
And he the wine which overflows
to lift us with him as he goes.
Till lost on his aerial rings
In light, and then the fancy sings.
-George Meredith 1881
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Air do sl\xe0inte !
Biography:
Eva was born in a mining colony of the Gallente Federation. Being only a few days old her parents and everyone in the colony were brutally murdered by Serpentis pirates in the dark of night. The Federation Navy fast response team heared the eary crying of little eva coming from the sealed ore container her parents had hidden her in upon arrival. After opening the container they saw the little baby girl with a piece of Veldspar, with her name carefully etched into it with a mining laser, clutched in her hands.
The Federation Navy officer in charge of the operation therefore named her Eva Veldspar, as her parents were not known and identification of the miner's DNA was..... impossible. She was trained by the Federation Navy in her early years and went on to to study at the Center for Advanced Studies graduating as a Capsuleer in Villore to persue a career in mining and industry to honour her parents.
Having feelings of great disdain and hatred towards pirates and injustace generally. She has swore an oath to vindicate her parent's fate and the many citizens like them. As a consquence she has no mercy for pirate lowlife despite being kind of heart. “Igitur qui desiderat pacem, praeparet bellum.” - Publius Flavius Vegetius Renatus, De Re Militari, Liber III
o7
"Fortuna audaces iuvat." so go and be bold, be brave.
O χοσμος, αλλοιωσις. O βιος, υποληψις.
O kosmos, alloiosis. O bios, upolepsis.
The universe is flux. Life is opinion. - Marcus Aurelius, Meditations
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The lark ascending
He rises and begins to round,
He drops the silver chain of sound,
Of many links without a break,
In chirrup, whistle, slur and shake.
For singing till his heaven fills,
'Tis love of earth that he instils,
And ever winging up and up,
Our valley is his golden cup
And he the wine which overflows
to lift us with him as he goes.
Till lost on his aerial rings
In light, and then the fancy sings.
-George Meredith 1881
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Air do sl\xe0inte !