-1.60
Stony Roberts
1d ago
Jun 11, 2019(7y)
Jun 11, 2027(258d)
Combat
Kills2,670
Losses918
Efficiency74%
ISK
Destroyed1.22t
Lost57.67b
ISK Eff.95%
Solo
Solo Kills331
Solo Ratio12%
Final Blows884
Combat Points2,612
Other
NPC Losses549
NPC Loss Ratio60%
Avg Kills/Day1.00
ActivityMedium
Minmatar
Brutor
-1.60
Stony Roberts
Last Active
1d ago
Birthday
Jun 11, 2019 (7 years old)
Next Birthday
Jun 11, 2027 (258 days)
Combat
Kills2,670
Losses918
Efficiency74%
Danger Ratio40%
ISK
Destroyed1.22t
Lost57.67b
ISK Efficiency95%
Balance+1.16t
Solo
Solo Kills331
Solo Ratio12%
Final Blows884
Combat Points2,612
Other
NPC Losses549
NPC Loss Ratio60%
Avg Kills/Day1.00
ActivityMedium
Bio
I was once owned by Aiko Danuja. Not metaphorically. Not spiritually. Owned.
My freedom was not purchased with ISK, blood, or some heroic act of rebellion. No, my particular path to liberation was considerably more... intimate.
I discovered that Aiko had a weakness.
I was exceptionally good in bed.
What began as a master and slave arrangement gradually became an arrangement where my talents were... increasingly appreciated. One night became many nights. Then many nights became routine. Eventually, my performance had become so indispensable that the distinction between property and favorite companion began to blur considerably.
But that alone wasn't enough.
Every morning, I would rise from Aiko's bed and do what no other Brutor had thought to do:
I baked croissants.
Perfect croissants.
Golden. Flaky. Buttery. Impossibly delicate.
Aiko eventually faced an unavoidable conclusion: she could either continue pretending I was merely a slave, or acknowledge that she had somehow acquired the most sexually talented pastry chef in New Eden.
She chose freedom. She released me in more than one way.
Thus, after countless nights of extraordinary service and countless mornings of extraordinary pastry, my chains were removed.
I walked away a free man.
My body had earned my freedom.
My croissants secured it.
Freedom was never given to me.
I banged and baked my way into it.
My freedom was not purchased with ISK, blood, or some heroic act of rebellion. No, my particular path to liberation was considerably more... intimate.
I discovered that Aiko had a weakness.
I was exceptionally good in bed.
What began as a master and slave arrangement gradually became an arrangement where my talents were... increasingly appreciated. One night became many nights. Then many nights became routine. Eventually, my performance had become so indispensable that the distinction between property and favorite companion began to blur considerably.
But that alone wasn't enough.
Every morning, I would rise from Aiko's bed and do what no other Brutor had thought to do:
I baked croissants.
Perfect croissants.
Golden. Flaky. Buttery. Impossibly delicate.
Aiko eventually faced an unavoidable conclusion: she could either continue pretending I was merely a slave, or acknowledge that she had somehow acquired the most sexually talented pastry chef in New Eden.
She chose freedom. She released me in more than one way.
Thus, after countless nights of extraordinary service and countless mornings of extraordinary pastry, my chains were removed.
I walked away a free man.
My body had earned my freedom.
My croissants secured it.
Freedom was never given to me.
I banged and baked my way into it.
Dashboard
Stats
Kills39
Losses30
Efficiency57%
ISK Destroyed9.08b
ISK Lost5.85b
ISK Efficiency61%
Solo Kills5
Solo Losses22
NPC Losses10
Blob Factor6.67
Active TimezoneEUTZ
Final Blows10
Points75
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleSmall Gang (39 kills)
Solo 8% Small 56% Mid 18% Fleet 18%
Avg Fleet: 6.7
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