20h ago
Nov 23, 2023(2y)
Nov 23, 2026(194d)
Combat
Kills216
Losses229
Efficiency49%
ISK
Destroyed71.30b
Lost16.59b
ISK Eff.81%
Solo
Solo Kills12
Solo Ratio6%
Final Blows40
Points254
Other
NPC Losses51
NPC Loss Ratio22%
Avg Kills/Day0.24
ActivityHigh
Last Active
20h ago
Birthday
Nov 23, 2023 (2 years old)
Next Birthday
Nov 23, 2026 (194 days)
Combat
Kills216
Losses229
Efficiency49%
Danger Ratio78%
ISK
Destroyed71.30b
Lost16.59b
ISK Efficiency81%
Balance+54.71b
Solo
Solo Kills12
Solo Ratio6%
Final Blows40
Points254
Other
NPC Losses51
NPC Loss Ratio22%
Avg Kills/Day0.24
ActivityHigh
Bio
Why is the rum gone?
Born in the flickering shadows of a C6 Red Giant, I never knew the blue skies of the Empire; my nursery was a series of leaking corridors and the terrifying "singing" of destabilizing wormholes. Childhood was a brutal lesson in spatiotemporal survival, spent scraping bioluminescent "Sleeper Moss" from airlocks and navigating gravity shears that turned less-prepared bones—and lesser spirits—to glass. The turning point came during the Great Starvation of YC 114, when I orchestrated the legendary "Black Sun Heist," infiltrating a heavily guarded Serpentis vault to liberate a massive cache of Admiral Noir's Spiced Rum. I slipped through an "End of Life" hole with the Admiral’s personal reserve just as the mass limit collapsed, leaving his pursuit fleet to toast their failure with vacuum and stardust. I realized then that the "terribleness" of J-Space—the crushing pressures of gas giants and the radiation of Magnetars—could be harnessed to refine Noir’s stolen recipe into something far more potent. My rise was paved with this "Liquid Loot," and I have since expanded my reach, systematically plundering every cellar from the core worlds to the furthest rim to ensure every drop of rum in New Eden eventually finds its way into my hold. Today, I treat the void as my personal distillery, guarding my fermentation arrays with a fleet that ensures the "Angel’s Share" is always paid in blood. If you stumble into my chain, check your D-Scan and pray: you either share a toast to the man who turned the void's horrors into a drink, or you become just another piece of garnish floating in my wake as the Rum Lord of Wormhole Space.
Born in the flickering shadows of a C6 Red Giant, I never knew the blue skies of the Empire; my nursery was a series of leaking corridors and the terrifying "singing" of destabilizing wormholes. Childhood was a brutal lesson in spatiotemporal survival, spent scraping bioluminescent "Sleeper Moss" from airlocks and navigating gravity shears that turned less-prepared bones—and lesser spirits—to glass. The turning point came during the Great Starvation of YC 114, when I orchestrated the legendary "Black Sun Heist," infiltrating a heavily guarded Serpentis vault to liberate a massive cache of Admiral Noir's Spiced Rum. I slipped through an "End of Life" hole with the Admiral’s personal reserve just as the mass limit collapsed, leaving his pursuit fleet to toast their failure with vacuum and stardust. I realized then that the "terribleness" of J-Space—the crushing pressures of gas giants and the radiation of Magnetars—could be harnessed to refine Noir’s stolen recipe into something far more potent. My rise was paved with this "Liquid Loot," and I have since expanded my reach, systematically plundering every cellar from the core worlds to the furthest rim to ensure every drop of rum in New Eden eventually finds its way into my hold. Today, I treat the void as my personal distillery, guarding my fermentation arrays with a fleet that ensures the "Angel’s Share" is always paid in blood. If you stumble into my chain, check your D-Scan and pray: you either share a toast to the man who turned the void's horrors into a drink, or you become just another piece of garnish floating in my wake as the Rum Lord of Wormhole Space.
Dashboard
Stats
Kills67
Losses37
Efficiency64%
ISK Destroyed20.02b
ISK Lost3.36b
ISK Efficiency86%
Solo Kills4
Solo Losses15
NPC Losses2
Blob Factor6.06
Active TimezoneUSTZ
Final Blows20
Points105
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleSmall Gang (67 kills)
Solo 6% Small 57% Mid 33% Fleet 4%
Avg Fleet: 6.1 Logi Pilot Bait (6x) Awox: 9 kills
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