5.01
Aug 27, 2020
Aug 18, 2018(8y)
Aug 18, 2027(361d)
Combat
Kills3
Losses10
Efficiency23%
ISK
Destroyed148.84m
Lost11.01b
ISK Eff.1%
Solo
Solo Kills3
Solo Ratio100%
Final Blows3
Points3
Other
NPC Losses2
NPC Loss Ratio20%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Gallente
Intaki
5.01
Last Active
Aug 27, 2020
Birthday
Aug 18, 2018 (8 years old)
Next Birthday
Aug 18, 2027 (361 days)
Combat
Kills3
Losses10
Efficiency23%
Danger Ratio80%
ISK
Destroyed148.84m
Lost11.01b
ISK Efficiency1%
Balance-10865851464
Solo
Solo Kills3
Solo Ratio100%
Final Blows3
Points3
Other
NPC Losses2
NPC Loss Ratio20%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
Garbed in the robes of his conquered, this solitary pilot returns again and again to that cursed space that spawned the death of so many friends, so many loved ones.
Once a quiet student of the arts at Caille University, Paine endured the smirks and teasing from friends at his surname with a light heart. Devoted to his studies of ancient societies and their cultures, he often felt as if he were born millenia too late - constantly daydreaming of the rituals and customs of cities and civilizations long gone. A "Paine" to "keep in the present" they would tease as the more extrovert of classmates would try desperately to pull him from his internal musing to parties or hang outs.
He was happy.
In his own silent world and in theirs.
Quiet - Focused - Content.
Until they came.
They were safe from the first waves. As reports began piling in, it was the terror that did the most damage. Striking fear across the Gallente Campus as so many students from so many different worlds began sharing news of their families coming under attack. As colonies, vast vessels, entire worlds fell under the shadow of this... this what? This unknown hate... from unknown void? They were unknown. And students were afraid.
They were afraid... and so they ran.
He was never sure if the mass exodus is what drew their attention. What brought them to the defenseless doors of children just into adulthood. But they came.
Ships barely through the atmosphere burning red and bursting like fireworks as alien ships pulsing red-orange death cut through their hulls. He could see specks from so far away clutter the horizon as they spread away from those bursts of light. The wreckage... and the bodies.
His heart hardened.
His name would take new meaning.
Quiet - Focused - Malcontent.
His studies changed.
Focus - on battle tactics, command, on the instruments of death. He would not wait for their return. He would transform himself as his surname had all those millenia ago. And bring death to them again and again.
Paine - "pagan" from the Old French "paien" or latin "paganus." Originally meaning "a villager or rustic" - and later, "a heathen."
Once a quiet student, now a heathen.
One who does not belong.
And yes - there will be Paine.
Triglavi
Once a quiet student of the arts at Caille University, Paine endured the smirks and teasing from friends at his surname with a light heart. Devoted to his studies of ancient societies and their cultures, he often felt as if he were born millenia too late - constantly daydreaming of the rituals and customs of cities and civilizations long gone. A "Paine" to "keep in the present" they would tease as the more extrovert of classmates would try desperately to pull him from his internal musing to parties or hang outs.
He was happy.
In his own silent world and in theirs.
Quiet - Focused - Content.
Until they came.
They were safe from the first waves. As reports began piling in, it was the terror that did the most damage. Striking fear across the Gallente Campus as so many students from so many different worlds began sharing news of their families coming under attack. As colonies, vast vessels, entire worlds fell under the shadow of this... this what? This unknown hate... from unknown void? They were unknown. And students were afraid.
They were afraid... and so they ran.
He was never sure if the mass exodus is what drew their attention. What brought them to the defenseless doors of children just into adulthood. But they came.
Ships barely through the atmosphere burning red and bursting like fireworks as alien ships pulsing red-orange death cut through their hulls. He could see specks from so far away clutter the horizon as they spread away from those bursts of light. The wreckage... and the bodies.
His heart hardened.
His name would take new meaning.
Quiet - Focused - Malcontent.
His studies changed.
Focus - on battle tactics, command, on the instruments of death. He would not wait for their return. He would transform himself as his surname had all those millenia ago. And bring death to them again and again.
Paine - "pagan" from the Old French "paien" or latin "paganus." Originally meaning "a villager or rustic" - and later, "a heathen."
Once a quiet student, now a heathen.
One who does not belong.
And yes - there will be Paine.
Triglavi
Dashboard
Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Aug 2020
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -