5.01
Coffein Hollow
Jun 11, 2026
Oct 24, 2018(7y)
Oct 24, 2026(44d)
Combat
Kills2
Losses9
Efficiency18%
ISK
Destroyed2.42b
Lost5.64b
ISK Eff.30%
Solo
Solo Kills1
Solo Ratio50%
Final Blows1
Combat Points2
Other
NPC Losses5
NPC Loss Ratio56%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Caldari
Achura
5.01
Coffein Hollow
Last Active
Jun 11, 2026
Birthday
Oct 24, 2018 (7 years old)
Next Birthday
Oct 24, 2026 (44 days)
Combat
Kills2
Losses9
Efficiency18%
Danger Ratio44%
ISK
Destroyed2.42b
Lost5.64b
ISK Efficiency30%
Balance-3220562432
Solo
Solo Kills1
Solo Ratio50%
Final Blows1
Combat Points2
Other
NPC Losses5
NPC Loss Ratio56%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
The Voidbound Adjutant
Born on October 24th, YC120 in the heart of the Caldari State, Coffein Hollow was a model citizen of corporate efficiency. His future was neatly laid out—logistics, tactical coordination, maybe even a cushy corporate seat if he played his numbers right. But fate, as it often does, had other plans.
It started with a simple contract. A standard low-sec escort mission. Numbers crunched, risks assessed, everything accounted for. Then, in the chaos of a sudden Triglavian ambush, Coffein found himself under fire, FC scrambling for orders. That was when he heard him.
"The Voidbound Praetor"—a name that carried weight across warzones and corporate comms alike. A warrior, a leader, a visionary.
And, as Coffein soon learned, a man with an alarming habit of throwing people into situations they were wildly underprepared for.
"You there, pilot. You're with me now."
That was it. No rank, no negotiation. Just you’re mine now.
Somewhere between panic and disbelief, Coffein did what Caldari do best—adapted. He tackled. He scouted. He salvaged. He handled logistics. He did everything the great Praetor was "too busy" to do, which, as it turned out, was a lot.
Days turned into weeks, missions into campaigns. Wherever the Praetor waged war, Coffein was behind him, patching the damage, hauling the wrecks, making sure the machine didn’t collapse under its own reckless momentum. He learned, fast. And in return? The Praetor stayed alive.
Five hundred cycles later, Coffein had no illusions about his role. He was the backup plan, the contingency, the one who got things done while history recorded the hero’s name.
But in the silence of the void, when the smoke cleared and the wrecks drifted, Coffein knew a truth few ever grasped—the Praetor may be the sword, but even the greatest blade is nothing without a steady hand to wield it.
Born on October 24th, YC120 in the heart of the Caldari State, Coffein Hollow was a model citizen of corporate efficiency. His future was neatly laid out—logistics, tactical coordination, maybe even a cushy corporate seat if he played his numbers right. But fate, as it often does, had other plans.
It started with a simple contract. A standard low-sec escort mission. Numbers crunched, risks assessed, everything accounted for. Then, in the chaos of a sudden Triglavian ambush, Coffein found himself under fire, FC scrambling for orders. That was when he heard him.
"The Voidbound Praetor"—a name that carried weight across warzones and corporate comms alike. A warrior, a leader, a visionary.
And, as Coffein soon learned, a man with an alarming habit of throwing people into situations they were wildly underprepared for.
"You there, pilot. You're with me now."
That was it. No rank, no negotiation. Just you’re mine now.
Somewhere between panic and disbelief, Coffein did what Caldari do best—adapted. He tackled. He scouted. He salvaged. He handled logistics. He did everything the great Praetor was "too busy" to do, which, as it turned out, was a lot.
Days turned into weeks, missions into campaigns. Wherever the Praetor waged war, Coffein was behind him, patching the damage, hauling the wrecks, making sure the machine didn’t collapse under its own reckless momentum. He learned, fast. And in return? The Praetor stayed alive.
Five hundred cycles later, Coffein had no illusions about his role. He was the backup plan, the contingency, the one who got things done while history recorded the hero’s name.
But in the silence of the void, when the smoke cleared and the wrecks drifted, Coffein knew a truth few ever grasped—the Praetor may be the sword, but even the greatest blade is nothing without a steady hand to wield it.
Dashboard
Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Jun 2026
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -