-1.20
Major Rogers Mangeiri
9h ago
Apr 21, 2026(0y)
Apr 21, 2027(238d)
Combat
Kills7
Losses0
Efficiency100%
ISK
Destroyed185.76m
Lost0
ISK Eff.100%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points7
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.06
ActivityLow
Caldari
Deteis
-1.20
Major Rogers Mangeiri
Last Active
9h ago
Birthday
Apr 21, 2026 (0 years old)
Next Birthday
Apr 21, 2027 (238 days)
Combat
Kills7
Losses0
Efficiency100%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed185.76m
Lost0
ISK Efficiency100%
Balance+185.76m
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points7
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.06
ActivityLow
Bio
They call us monsters,
Fanatics who lost our minds to the crimson ritual. But to me, blood was never just a holy sacrament—it was the ultimate resource, a currency to buy victory.
As a Major within the Blood Raiders Covenant, I didn't lose myself in religious ecstasy or fanaticism. I was more focused on asymmetric warfare and intel siphoning. My specialty was turning the enemy against one another, making them believe they couldn't ever trust anothe rpilot fully again, and I was one of the best at it.
When the massive null-sec capsuleer coalitions invaded our home turf in Delve, they expected a routine cleanup of localized pirates. I made sure they paid for that arrogance in wreckage and their decadance would be their undoing.
My task during the Delve war was simple: choke their intel pipelines. I orchestrated ambush campaigns from within and utilised hidden positions and deep-space safe spots to annhilate enemy fleets; waiting in the pitch-black pockets of the region we called home. When an enemy fleet jumped in the fight was already won, we hit them with heavy stasis webifiers and energy nosferatus and overloaded all of their data networks. Within seconds, their logistics cruisers were paralyzed FC's questioned themselfs and doubted their men, then they were drained completely sapped dry of any power, and left drifting like ghosts before we ripped them apart sometimes even from within. We bled a massive superpower and brought it to it's knees just by cutting off its mechanical veins and corrupting their own members.
Eventually, my path drifted away from the Covenant and my bretherin and more towards low-sec skirmishes. I didn't leave because I lost my edge, I left because the crucible of Delve taught me that true survival in New Eden belongs to those who adapt. However somewhere out in the dark pockets of Delve, the drained, hollowed-out hulls of my enemies are still floating—a reminder of what happens when you underestimate the blood oaths sworn.
Fanatics who lost our minds to the crimson ritual. But to me, blood was never just a holy sacrament—it was the ultimate resource, a currency to buy victory.
As a Major within the Blood Raiders Covenant, I didn't lose myself in religious ecstasy or fanaticism. I was more focused on asymmetric warfare and intel siphoning. My specialty was turning the enemy against one another, making them believe they couldn't ever trust anothe rpilot fully again, and I was one of the best at it.
When the massive null-sec capsuleer coalitions invaded our home turf in Delve, they expected a routine cleanup of localized pirates. I made sure they paid for that arrogance in wreckage and their decadance would be their undoing.
My task during the Delve war was simple: choke their intel pipelines. I orchestrated ambush campaigns from within and utilised hidden positions and deep-space safe spots to annhilate enemy fleets; waiting in the pitch-black pockets of the region we called home. When an enemy fleet jumped in the fight was already won, we hit them with heavy stasis webifiers and energy nosferatus and overloaded all of their data networks. Within seconds, their logistics cruisers were paralyzed FC's questioned themselfs and doubted their men, then they were drained completely sapped dry of any power, and left drifting like ghosts before we ripped them apart sometimes even from within. We bled a massive superpower and brought it to it's knees just by cutting off its mechanical veins and corrupting their own members.
Eventually, my path drifted away from the Covenant and my bretherin and more towards low-sec skirmishes. I didn't leave because I lost my edge, I left because the crucible of Delve taught me that true survival in New Eden belongs to those who adapt. However somewhere out in the dark pockets of Delve, the drained, hollowed-out hulls of my enemies are still floating—a reminder of what happens when you underestimate the blood oaths sworn.
Dashboard
Stats
Kills7
Losses0
Efficiency100%
ISK Destroyed185.76m
ISK Lost0
ISK Efficiency100%
Solo Kills0
Solo Losses0
NPC Losses0
Blob Factor17.29
Active TimezoneEUTZ
Final Blows0
Points7
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleFleet (7 kills)
Mid 29% Fleet 71%
Avg Fleet: 17.3 FC: Medium Capital Pilot
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