-0.04
Plethora of Douchebagery
May 31, 2019(7y)
May 31, 2027(307d)
Combat
Kills0
Losses6
Efficiency0%
ISK
Destroyed0
Lost1.33b
ISK Eff.0%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points0
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Minmatar
Brutor
-0.04
Plethora of Douchebagery
Birthday
May 31, 2019 (7 years old)
Next Birthday
May 31, 2027 (307 days)
Combat
Kills0
Losses6
Efficiency0%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed0
Lost1.33b
ISK Efficiency0%
Balance-1328420683
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points0
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
The pilot known as Plethora of Douchebagery exists as a living embodiment of betrayal within Jacob Zenevan's carefully structured operation. A Minmatar of undistinguished tribal origins, this capsuleer now serves as an instrument of psychological warfare against his own people. Despite his limited ship command capabilities, he has been specifically trained to pilot a Tech II Catalyst destroyer—not for protection or profit, but solely to prey upon unsuspecting Minmatar miners in high-security space.
Each gank operation follows the same pattern: identifying vulnerable Republic miners, reporting their locations to Jacob, and then executing swift attacks that leave nothing but wrecks and confusion about why a fellow tribesman would commit such acts. The neural implants at his temples ensure his compliance through pain conditioning should he hesitate to fire upon his brothers and sisters.
When not activating cyno fields for his master's fleet movements or managing planetary extraction facilities, he spends hours studying mining patterns in Minmatar space, identifying optimal targets for his next forced betrayal. His personal quarters contain trophies Zenevan requires him to keep—fragments of destroyed Minmatar mining vessels—serving as constant reminders of the depths to which he has fallen and the complete surrender of his tribal identity.
Each gank operation follows the same pattern: identifying vulnerable Republic miners, reporting their locations to Jacob, and then executing swift attacks that leave nothing but wrecks and confusion about why a fellow tribesman would commit such acts. The neural implants at his temples ensure his compliance through pain conditioning should he hesitate to fire upon his brothers and sisters.
When not activating cyno fields for his master's fleet movements or managing planetary extraction facilities, he spends hours studying mining patterns in Minmatar space, identifying optimal targets for his next forced betrayal. His personal quarters contain trophies Zenevan requires him to keep—fragments of destroyed Minmatar mining vessels—serving as constant reminders of the depths to which he has fallen and the complete surrender of his tribal identity.
Dashboard
Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -