5.00
Jul 17, 2025(0y)
Jul 17, 2026(91d)
Combat
Kills0
Losses1
Efficiency0%
ISK
Destroyed0
Lost1.40b
ISK Eff.0%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points0
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Amarr
Amarr
5.00
Birthday
Jul 17, 2025 (0 years old)
Next Birthday
Jul 17, 2026 (91 days)
Combat
Kills0
Losses1
Efficiency0%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed0
Lost1.40b
ISK Efficiency0%
Balance-1398895328
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points0
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
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Bio
I am Imgonnagetya, a daughter of the Amarr Empire, forged in the crucible of divine will and tempered by the sacred traditions of our golden civilization. Born into a noble family on the hallowed planet of Amarr Prime, I was raised in the shadow of the Imperial Cathedral, where the air hums with the righteousness of our faith under Empress Catiz I. My blood sings with the purity of Amarr lineage, a legacy of order and divine purpose that stretches back through the ages. From my earliest days, I was taught that we, the chosen, are the shepherds of New Eden, tasked by God to bring light to the benighted masses—whether they kneel willingly or require the firm hand of correction.
The Minmatar, those brutish tribes scrabbling in the dust of their shattered worlds under that fool Sanmatar Maleatu Shakor, are a testament to the chaos that festers without Amarr guidance. Their so-called "freedom" is nothing but savagery dressed in rags, a rebellion against the natural order. And the Gallente? Pfft. Their decadence is a poison, a syrupy veneer of liberty that masks cowardice and moral rot under that weak President Celes Aguard. I’d sooner trust a Sansha drone than a Gallente diplomat—except my loyal Hand Soul Oh, whose cunning I've bent to holy service.
As a capsuleer, I’ve taken to the stars to uphold the Amarr way, my Punisher-class frigate a gleaming blade of divine retribution. But my true calling is the Armageddon Navy Issue, a majestic harbinger of God's wrath, its lasers purging the unclean with righteous fire. One day, I'll command the Absolution, a command ship embodying my unyielding piety, leading fleets in ecstatic conquest. My path was set when I graduated from the Imperial Academy, my heart alight with the fire of our sacred mission. I command my ship with the same authority I wield over my household and the Velvet Scripture Syndicate, where my slaves serve as extensions of my will, drawn into service through the profound ecstasy of divine guidance.
Like those who spout wild conspiracies while clinging to power, I know the Amarr are God's chosen, and all others must submit or perish—especially those Gallente abominations and their wretched ships. In the crude void of space, where life is brutal and fleeting, my faith remains obstinate—reality bends to religious fealty, not the other way around, channeling every impulse into the Empire's glory.
The Minmatar, those brutish tribes scrabbling in the dust of their shattered worlds under that fool Sanmatar Maleatu Shakor, are a testament to the chaos that festers without Amarr guidance. Their so-called "freedom" is nothing but savagery dressed in rags, a rebellion against the natural order. And the Gallente? Pfft. Their decadence is a poison, a syrupy veneer of liberty that masks cowardice and moral rot under that weak President Celes Aguard. I’d sooner trust a Sansha drone than a Gallente diplomat—except my loyal Hand Soul Oh, whose cunning I've bent to holy service.
As a capsuleer, I’ve taken to the stars to uphold the Amarr way, my Punisher-class frigate a gleaming blade of divine retribution. But my true calling is the Armageddon Navy Issue, a majestic harbinger of God's wrath, its lasers purging the unclean with righteous fire. One day, I'll command the Absolution, a command ship embodying my unyielding piety, leading fleets in ecstatic conquest. My path was set when I graduated from the Imperial Academy, my heart alight with the fire of our sacred mission. I command my ship with the same authority I wield over my household and the Velvet Scripture Syndicate, where my slaves serve as extensions of my will, drawn into service through the profound ecstasy of divine guidance.
Like those who spout wild conspiracies while clinging to power, I know the Amarr are God's chosen, and all others must submit or perish—especially those Gallente abominations and their wretched ships. In the crude void of space, where life is brutal and fleeting, my faith remains obstinate—reality bends to religious fealty, not the other way around, channeling every impulse into the Empire's glory.
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
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