Jan 1, 1970(56y)
Jan 1, 2027(205d)
Combat
Kills0
Losses9
Efficiency0%
ISK
Destroyed0
Lost1.12b
ISK Eff.0%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points0
Other
NPC Losses1
NPC Loss Ratio11%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Caldari
Civire
1.21
Birthday
Jan 1, 1970 (56 years old)
Next Birthday
Jan 1, 2027 (205 days)
Combat
Kills0
Losses9
Efficiency0%
Danger Ratio89%
ISK
Destroyed0
Lost1.12b
ISK Efficiency0%
Balance-1122823037
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points0
Other
NPC Losses1
NPC Loss Ratio11%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
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Bio
The Foreman's Ledger
The boss, JesusOfGreen, he's the visionary. He preaches the "Gospel of Green," sees the grand design, and dreams of our future bastion in Anoikis. He’s the architect.
I’m Donny D. I’m the foreman. I’m the one who reads his blueprints and builds the damn thing.
My office isn't a boardroom; it's the command deck of an Orca or the reinforced bridge of a Charon. My scriptures are cargo manifests, refinery ledgers, and jump fuel calculations. While the boss converts the non-believers, I handle the logistics.
I am the head of operations. My trade is twofold: moving the mountain, and breaking it down.
First, I am a pilot. You don't build an empire without a supply line. I've piloted Deep Space Transports through low-sec gates with gankers on my tail and slipped blockade runners past camps that thought they had the pipe locked down. I fly the freighters that are the lifeblood of our operation, ensuring the raw materials get to the forge and the finished product gets to market.
Second, I am the chief processor. This is where my true expertise lies. When my fleet locks onto an asteroid belt, I’m not just the director on comms calling targets; I am the master of the entire chain. I’m the one who knows the precise refinement yields of every ore. I’m the one who manages the reactions, turning moon-goo into the complex compounds that fuel our advanced production.
The boss sees a field of Veldspar. I see a stack of finished modules. I am the alchemist who turns raw, worthless rock into pure, compressed, liquid ISK.
As Fleet Director, my word is law in the belts. My fleet isn't a chaotic swarm; it's a finely tuned instrument. I manage the boosts, coordinate the haulers, and watch the intel channels. My primary duty is to ensure that every laser cycle is maximized, every cargo hold is filled, and every pilot gets back to station with their ship and their haul intact. Efficiency is my creed.
JesusOfGreen has shown us the promised land: a wormhole system, our own private industrial Eden. He has the vision. I have the plan. I’m the one organizing the jump cycles, calculating the mass limits, and designing the production arrays we’ll anchor on the other side.
He preaches the word of profit. I'm the one who balances the ledger in his name.
The boss, JesusOfGreen, he's the visionary. He preaches the "Gospel of Green," sees the grand design, and dreams of our future bastion in Anoikis. He’s the architect.
I’m Donny D. I’m the foreman. I’m the one who reads his blueprints and builds the damn thing.
My office isn't a boardroom; it's the command deck of an Orca or the reinforced bridge of a Charon. My scriptures are cargo manifests, refinery ledgers, and jump fuel calculations. While the boss converts the non-believers, I handle the logistics.
I am the head of operations. My trade is twofold: moving the mountain, and breaking it down.
First, I am a pilot. You don't build an empire without a supply line. I've piloted Deep Space Transports through low-sec gates with gankers on my tail and slipped blockade runners past camps that thought they had the pipe locked down. I fly the freighters that are the lifeblood of our operation, ensuring the raw materials get to the forge and the finished product gets to market.
Second, I am the chief processor. This is where my true expertise lies. When my fleet locks onto an asteroid belt, I’m not just the director on comms calling targets; I am the master of the entire chain. I’m the one who knows the precise refinement yields of every ore. I’m the one who manages the reactions, turning moon-goo into the complex compounds that fuel our advanced production.
The boss sees a field of Veldspar. I see a stack of finished modules. I am the alchemist who turns raw, worthless rock into pure, compressed, liquid ISK.
As Fleet Director, my word is law in the belts. My fleet isn't a chaotic swarm; it's a finely tuned instrument. I manage the boosts, coordinate the haulers, and watch the intel channels. My primary duty is to ensure that every laser cycle is maximized, every cargo hold is filled, and every pilot gets back to station with their ship and their haul intact. Efficiency is my creed.
JesusOfGreen has shown us the promised land: a wormhole system, our own private industrial Eden. He has the vision. I have the plan. I’m the one organizing the jump cycles, calculating the mass limits, and designing the production arrays we’ll anchor on the other side.
He preaches the word of profit. I'm the one who balances the ledger in his name.
Dashboard
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Efficiency0%
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ISK Efficiency0%
Solo Kills0
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NPC Losses0
Blob Factor0
Active TimezoneUSTZ
Final Blows0
Points0
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -