5.05
Gaestro
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 1, 1970(56y)
Jan 1, 2027(128d)
Combat
Kills374
Losses80
Efficiency82%
ISK
Destroyed67.16b
Lost11.15b
ISK Eff.86%
Solo
Solo Kills14
Solo Ratio4%
Final Blows30
Points374
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.02
ActivityInactive
Caldari
Civire
5.05
Gaestro
Last Active
Jan 30, 2018
Birthday
Jan 1, 1970 (56 years old)
Next Birthday
Jan 1, 2027 (128 days)
Combat
Kills374
Losses80
Efficiency82%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed67.16b
Lost11.15b
ISK Efficiency86%
Balance+56.01b
Solo
Solo Kills14
Solo Ratio4%
Final Blows30
Points374
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.02
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
The Journeyman
Born into wealth. Raised by the elite. Bred for war. The beginnings of the pilot Gaestro were normal for an upperclass Caldarian youth. Galactic parlays to the edge of known space as a military apprentice to his father. Sitting privy to endless business dealings with his half-Amarrian mother, often taking place in the holiest sites to be found in the Empire. From merciless slaughter on the frontiers to the vast sums that passed before his eyes, Gaestro saw power.
He saw power. He hated power. Unlike his forebearers, Gaestro could not simply pass off the images of so many crippled merchant vessels and the cries of those aboard echoing in the com as a little indigestion after a full meal of destruction. Nor could he erase the eyes of the helpless as they begged for his mother's mercy when faced with the terms of their transactions. He could not forget. He torturously recalled. He painfully relived.
Now as immortal as his memories, Gaestro is his own.
Born into wealth. Raised by the elite. Bred for war. The beginnings of the pilot Gaestro were normal for an upperclass Caldarian youth. Galactic parlays to the edge of known space as a military apprentice to his father. Sitting privy to endless business dealings with his half-Amarrian mother, often taking place in the holiest sites to be found in the Empire. From merciless slaughter on the frontiers to the vast sums that passed before his eyes, Gaestro saw power.
He saw power. He hated power. Unlike his forebearers, Gaestro could not simply pass off the images of so many crippled merchant vessels and the cries of those aboard echoing in the com as a little indigestion after a full meal of destruction. Nor could he erase the eyes of the helpless as they begged for his mother's mercy when faced with the terms of their transactions. He could not forget. He torturously recalled. He painfully relived.
Now as immortal as his memories, Gaestro is his own.
Dashboard
Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Jan 2018
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -