-8.90
Anya Sulii
Jan 16, 2017
Oct 9, 2009(16y)
Oct 9, 2026(47d)
Combat
Kills2,585
Losses837
Efficiency76%
ISK
Destroyed395.95b
Lost65.59b
ISK Eff.86%
Solo
Solo Kills216
Solo Ratio8%
Final Blows649
Points2,585
Other
NPC Losses6
NPC Loss Ratio1%
Avg Kills/Day0.42
ActivityInactive
Minmatar
Vherokior
-8.90
Anya Sulii
Last Active
Jan 16, 2017
Birthday
Oct 9, 2009 (16 years old)
Next Birthday
Oct 9, 2026 (47 days)
Combat
Kills2,585
Losses837
Efficiency76%
Danger Ratio99%
ISK
Destroyed395.95b
Lost65.59b
ISK Efficiency86%
Balance+330.36b
Solo
Solo Kills216
Solo Ratio8%
Final Blows649
Points2,585
Other
NPC Losses6
NPC Loss Ratio1%
Avg Kills/Day0.42
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
'Born to soar.'
That's what my parents said about me, and I suppose it's true now.
My childhood was spent on more planets than I can remember as well as the cavernous holds of my father's Wreathe industrial ship. The constant travel let me experience the cultures of all the Matari tribes, but I didn't have time to make any friends. I was lonely and I didn't even know it. That changed on my 15th birthday.
My dad had accepted a courier contract from Pator to Luminaire, hauling exotic gasses to be used in one of the Federation's many terraforming projects. When we docked I rushed off to see Gallente Prime and thus was not aboard when a cargo drone lost datalink and dropped a canister of highly volitile gas in the cargo hold. Neither my parents nor their beloved Wreathe survived.
Suddenly I was mistress of my own destiny, with a huge cash settlement from the Federation and the offer to train as a capsuleer. And I did.
Lowsec is taking its toll on me, mind and body both...
That's what my parents said about me, and I suppose it's true now.
My childhood was spent on more planets than I can remember as well as the cavernous holds of my father's Wreathe industrial ship. The constant travel let me experience the cultures of all the Matari tribes, but I didn't have time to make any friends. I was lonely and I didn't even know it. That changed on my 15th birthday.
My dad had accepted a courier contract from Pator to Luminaire, hauling exotic gasses to be used in one of the Federation's many terraforming projects. When we docked I rushed off to see Gallente Prime and thus was not aboard when a cargo drone lost datalink and dropped a canister of highly volitile gas in the cargo hold. Neither my parents nor their beloved Wreathe survived.
Suddenly I was mistress of my own destiny, with a huge cash settlement from the Federation and the offer to train as a capsuleer. And I did.
Lowsec is taking its toll on me, mind and body both...
Dashboard
Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Jan 2017
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -