Caldari
Civire
3.59
Zodd Nosferatu
Last Active:
16 days ago
Birthday:
Jul 17, 2006 (19 years old)
Next Birthday:
Jul 17, 2026 (309 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
507
Losses
234
Efficiency
68.4%
Danger Ratio
62.9%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
663.14B ISK
ISK Lost
175.64B ISK
ISK Efficiency
79.1%
ISK Balance
487.50B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
9
Solo Losses
121
Solo Kill Ratio
1.8%
Solo Efficiency
6.9%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
57
NPC Loss Ratio
24.4
Avg. Kills/Day
0.1
Activity
High
Character Biography
Pain is your friend and ally, It will tell you when you are seriously injured. It will keep you awake and angry and remind you to finish the job and get the hell home. But the best thing about pain, It lets you know you're not dead yet.
There ain't such a thing as overkill, just the certainty you brought enough firepower to save time.
"All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing"
≡V≡
It is said that in L-1’s frostbit span,
There’s a miner feared by beast and man.
Zodd, with lasers like fangs of light,
Tears into ice through the endless night.
Thick Blue Ice shivers under his beam,
Dark Glitter cracks in a silvered stream,
Krystallos curls in his wake,
As the void drinks deep from the shards he breaks.
Rats don’t linger, and hunters think twice,
For Zodd’s no prey in the fields of ice—
His drones strike swift, his tank runs deep,
He mines like a wolf with a kill to keep.
And when the hold’s brimmed full of stars,
He drags it home past the wrecks and scars,
Fuel for towers, war machines fed—
Zodd leaves the belt picked clean and dead.
There ain't such a thing as overkill, just the certainty you brought enough firepower to save time.
"All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing"
≡V≡
It is said that in L-1’s frostbit span,
There’s a miner feared by beast and man.
Zodd, with lasers like fangs of light,
Tears into ice through the endless night.
Thick Blue Ice shivers under his beam,
Dark Glitter cracks in a silvered stream,
Krystallos curls in his wake,
As the void drinks deep from the shards he breaks.
Rats don’t linger, and hunters think twice,
For Zodd’s no prey in the fields of ice—
His drones strike swift, his tank runs deep,
He mines like a wolf with a kill to keep.
And when the hold’s brimmed full of stars,
He drags it home past the wrecks and scars,
Fuel for towers, war machines fed—
Zodd leaves the belt picked clean and dead.