1.26
Saru'ka
Malakim Zealots[MALZT]Angel Cartel
4d ago
May 6, 2026(0y)
May 6, 2027(342d)
Combat
Kills0
Losses3
Efficiency0%
ISK
Destroyed0
Lost27.05m
ISK Eff.0%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points0
Other
NPC Losses3
NPC Loss Ratio100%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Minmatar
Brutor
1.26
Saru'ka
Malakim Zealots[MALZT]Angel Cartel
Last Active
4d ago
Birthday
May 6, 2026 (0 years old)
Next Birthday
May 6, 2027 (342 days)
Combat
Kills0
Losses3
Efficiency0%
Danger Ratio0%
ISK
Destroyed0
Lost27.05m
ISK Efficiency0%
Balance-27053112
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points0
Other
NPC Losses3
NPC Loss Ratio100%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
No data available
Bio
I killed the slaver who raped my mother in front of me and worked my father to death.
I waited until I was old enough to hold a knife—and to know how to use it properly.
That night, I dissolved a double dose of sleeping pills into his drink.
I waited until the dead of night to cut off his dick and watch him bleed out like a pig.
My brothers and I escaped. In the chaos, we had to split up. I never saw them again.
I snuck into the cargo hold of a ship docked at Haras statioport.
The owner caught me once we were in orbit. I was in the bathroom, scrubbing the last of the blood from my hands.
When he saw the scene—my face, my resolve—he didn’t ask questions.
He offered me a hot meal and told me his life story.
He was a smuggler. At first, I didn’t even know what that meant—just that he moved crates from point A to point B, "as quietly as possible".
I stayed with him for years. I went with him, from A to B. He taught me how to fight, how to use weapons.
Then one day, a Minmatar militia intercepted us and executed him right in front of me. Just like that. I didn’t understand.
He’d told me stories about capsuleers—cloned humans who thought they were immortal.
They dropped me off at a military school. I learned more about fighting. Years passed. Then I became a capsuleer myself.
The Minmatar had abandoned my family to the Amarr slavers. They never lifted a finger for families like mine.
I hate them just as much as the Amarr. But I swallowed my rage to reach my goal.
Learned everything I needed to know, and when the chance came, I fled the empire with my corvette.
I take what I find.
I recycle what I destroy and build what I need.
I move forward, alone, in the shadow of the asteroids.
No trust, no trade.
I stay on the fringe as much as possible—far from the noise, far from all those slaves grinding rocks and trading away their souls.
I only associate with the outcasts. I avoid corporations and their egotistical leaders. They’re no better.
You can catch me.
You can blow up my ship the one I built with my own sweat.
You can blow up my pod and leave me to die in the void.
But you will never touch my soul.
"Stupidity is killing humanity.
If there’s no other form of intelligence in the universe,
it’s a damn shame."
I waited until I was old enough to hold a knife—and to know how to use it properly.
That night, I dissolved a double dose of sleeping pills into his drink.
I waited until the dead of night to cut off his dick and watch him bleed out like a pig.
My brothers and I escaped. In the chaos, we had to split up. I never saw them again.
I snuck into the cargo hold of a ship docked at Haras statioport.
The owner caught me once we were in orbit. I was in the bathroom, scrubbing the last of the blood from my hands.
When he saw the scene—my face, my resolve—he didn’t ask questions.
He offered me a hot meal and told me his life story.
He was a smuggler. At first, I didn’t even know what that meant—just that he moved crates from point A to point B, "as quietly as possible".
I stayed with him for years. I went with him, from A to B. He taught me how to fight, how to use weapons.
Then one day, a Minmatar militia intercepted us and executed him right in front of me. Just like that. I didn’t understand.
He’d told me stories about capsuleers—cloned humans who thought they were immortal.
They dropped me off at a military school. I learned more about fighting. Years passed. Then I became a capsuleer myself.
The Minmatar had abandoned my family to the Amarr slavers. They never lifted a finger for families like mine.
I hate them just as much as the Amarr. But I swallowed my rage to reach my goal.
Learned everything I needed to know, and when the chance came, I fled the empire with my corvette.
I take what I find.
I recycle what I destroy and build what I need.
I move forward, alone, in the shadow of the asteroids.
No trust, no trade.
I stay on the fringe as much as possible—far from the noise, far from all those slaves grinding rocks and trading away their souls.
I only associate with the outcasts. I avoid corporations and their egotistical leaders. They’re no better.
You can catch me.
You can blow up my ship the one I built with my own sweat.
You can blow up my pod and leave me to die in the void.
But you will never touch my soul.
"Stupidity is killing humanity.
If there’s no other form of intelligence in the universe,
it’s a damn shame."
Dashboard
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Kills0
Losses3
Efficiency0%
ISK Destroyed0
ISK Lost27.05m
ISK Efficiency0%
Solo Kills0
Solo Losses3
NPC Losses3
Blob Factor0
Active TimezoneUSTZ
Final Blows0
Points0
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