-0.17
Matar Heretic
Dec 21, 2019
Oct 29, 2008(17y)
Oct 29, 2026(150d)
Combat
Kills968
Losses55
Efficiency95%
ISK
Destroyed2.67t
Lost22.55b
ISK Eff.99%
Solo
Solo Kills25
Solo Ratio3%
Final Blows123
Points968
Other
NPC Losses8
NPC Loss Ratio15%
Avg Kills/Day0.15
ActivityInactive
Amarr
Amarr
-0.17
Matar Heretic
Last Active
Dec 21, 2019
Birthday
Oct 29, 2008 (17 years old)
Next Birthday
Oct 29, 2026 (150 days)
Combat
Kills968
Losses55
Efficiency95%
Danger Ratio85%
ISK
Destroyed2.67t
Lost22.55b
ISK Efficiency99%
Balance+2.65t
Solo
Solo Kills25
Solo Ratio3%
Final Blows123
Points968
Other
NPC Losses8
NPC Loss Ratio15%
Avg Kills/Day0.15
ActivityInactive
No data available
Bio
The Emperor, Heideran VII, told me a story once.
He carried out a vision that has propelled him into becoming the champion of dank interstellar peace. The secret of his power began with these words.
"As you will lay there, dying in the sun, the sand of desert all around you, you shall speak to a rock, not with your lips, but with your mind, and the rock shall weep tears of fresh pod goo and your thirst will be quenched."
Through maximum skill points (mostly injected) and billions upon billions of isk, I lay in my desert oasis of bitches and many, many slave maidens.
Upon the golden joystick of capital ships, I watch accross the feild of nekkid bodies and empty bottles around me, countess corpses are jettisoned into space while turning behind me for another bottle of LPA.
"When Hannor Mir fell from above and learned to fly on the way down, that was a miracle."
Flying vessels I'm barely skilled for, reordering the heavens while pissed as fuck and with titties in my face.
o7
He carried out a vision that has propelled him into becoming the champion of dank interstellar peace. The secret of his power began with these words.
"As you will lay there, dying in the sun, the sand of desert all around you, you shall speak to a rock, not with your lips, but with your mind, and the rock shall weep tears of fresh pod goo and your thirst will be quenched."
Through maximum skill points (mostly injected) and billions upon billions of isk, I lay in my desert oasis of bitches and many, many slave maidens.
Upon the golden joystick of capital ships, I watch accross the feild of nekkid bodies and empty bottles around me, countess corpses are jettisoned into space while turning behind me for another bottle of LPA.
"When Hannor Mir fell from above and learned to fly on the way down, that was a miracle."
Flying vessels I'm barely skilled for, reordering the heavens while pissed as fuck and with titties in my face.
o7
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Efficiency0%
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ISK Efficiency0%
Solo Kills0
Solo Losses0
NPC Losses0
Blob Factor0
Active TimezoneUSTZ
Final Blows0
Points0
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -