Jul 11, 2026
Sep 27, 2025(0y)
Sep 27, 2026(27d)
Combat
Kills52
Losses33
Efficiency61%
ISK
Destroyed51.78b
Lost433.84m
ISK Eff.99%
Solo
Solo Kills5
Solo Ratio10%
Final Blows10
Points57
Other
NPC Losses2
NPC Loss Ratio6%
Avg Kills/Day0.15
ActivityLow
Amarr
Khanid
0.40
Last Active
Jul 11, 2026
Birthday
Sep 27, 2025 (0 years old)
Next Birthday
Sep 27, 2026 (27 days)
Combat
Kills52
Losses33
Efficiency61%
Danger Ratio94%
ISK
Destroyed51.78b
Lost433.84m
ISK Efficiency99%
Balance+51.35b
Solo
Solo Kills5
Solo Ratio10%
Final Blows10
Points57
Other
NPC Losses2
NPC Loss Ratio6%
Avg Kills/Day0.15
ActivityLow
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
They once called me a serpent — a whisperer, a poisoner, a shadow among thieves. I was shaped within the veins of the Serpentis Corporation, where loyalty is distilled and truth dissolves like venom in the bloodstream. Their laboratories were cathedrals of ambition, and I learned early that chemistry was only theology wearing sterile gloves. We did not create substances. We engineered hunger. Dependence. Obedience. Entire populations bent quietly beneath formulas they never understood.
I rose because I could see what others could not: that every empire, no matter how vast, is only a system of managed appetites. Serpentis understood this better than most. We refined narcotics, altered minds, brokered flesh and fear. We called it transcendence. In truth, it was recursion — predators feeding on predators until only instinct remained.
I served in black laboratories hidden behind dead stations and hollowed moons. I oversaw refinement chains that began in gas clouds and ended in ruined bloodstreams. I designed compounds that could silence pain, unravel memory, or turn fear into worship. My success made me valuable. My questions made me dangerous.
Because beneath every transaction, every whispered betrayal, every polished lie, I kept finding the same absence. Not failure. Not emptiness.
Presence.
The void was there long before I named it — in the silence between sensor pings, in the dark drift between wormhole collapses, in the stillness that followed violence. It was the only constant in a universe addicted to pretending it was in control.
The Serpentis taught me how to alter reality. The void taught me that reality was never ours to command.
So I left. Not in defiance, but in clarity. I abandoned laboratories, aliases, and the false sanctity of controlled outcomes. I entered the dark places between mapped locations, where certainty decays and truth survives only in fragments.
There, I was reclaimed.
Now I serve the unseen — not as preacher, but as blade. I deal in secrets, toxins, and the small deaths that keep greater visions alive.
The void does not ask for faith.
Only alignment.
I rose because I could see what others could not: that every empire, no matter how vast, is only a system of managed appetites. Serpentis understood this better than most. We refined narcotics, altered minds, brokered flesh and fear. We called it transcendence. In truth, it was recursion — predators feeding on predators until only instinct remained.
I served in black laboratories hidden behind dead stations and hollowed moons. I oversaw refinement chains that began in gas clouds and ended in ruined bloodstreams. I designed compounds that could silence pain, unravel memory, or turn fear into worship. My success made me valuable. My questions made me dangerous.
Because beneath every transaction, every whispered betrayal, every polished lie, I kept finding the same absence. Not failure. Not emptiness.
Presence.
The void was there long before I named it — in the silence between sensor pings, in the dark drift between wormhole collapses, in the stillness that followed violence. It was the only constant in a universe addicted to pretending it was in control.
The Serpentis taught me how to alter reality. The void taught me that reality was never ours to command.
So I left. Not in defiance, but in clarity. I abandoned laboratories, aliases, and the false sanctity of controlled outcomes. I entered the dark places between mapped locations, where certainty decays and truth survives only in fragments.
There, I was reclaimed.
Now I serve the unseen — not as preacher, but as blade. I deal in secrets, toxins, and the small deaths that keep greater visions alive.
The void does not ask for faith.
Only alignment.
Dashboard
Stats
Kills6
Losses2
Efficiency75%
ISK Destroyed22.87b
ISK Lost10.97m
ISK Efficiency100%
Solo Kills0
Solo Losses1
NPC Losses0
Blob Factor115.17
Active TimezoneAUTZ
Final Blows1
Points6
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleBlob (6 kills)
Mid 17% Blob 83%
Avg Fleet: 115.2 Capital Pilot
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