Last ActiveApr 12, 2019
BirthdayOct 26, 2013 (12 years old)
Next BirthdayOct 26, 2026 (2 days)
Combat
Kills1,500
Losses325
Efficiency82%
Danger Ratio92%
ISK
Destroyed221.25b
Lost19.35b
ISK Efficiency92%
Balance+201.91b
Solo
Solo Kills340
Solo Ratio23%
Final Blows525
Combat Points1,500
Other
NPC Losses26
NPC Loss Ratio8%
Avg Kills/Day0.32
ActivityInactive
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Bio
I’ve been called pirate, scoundrel, thief, mercenary, and once — “that charming bastard.”
Only one of those ever offended me.
I don’t fly for glory or for killboard fame. I fly because the stars look better when they’re on fire.
Because there’s an art to the hunt — a rhythm to the chase.
Because every mark, every heist, every explosion tells a story worth remembering… even if nobody dares to repeat it out loud.
CONCORD’s got a file on me thicker than a Titan hull.
Smuggling, extortion, corporate espionage, impersonation, and a few “unapproved” salvage operations.
But paperwork can’t catch what’s already in warp.
I’ve stolen from kings and traded with beggars.
I’ve flown alongside fleets that shook empires and slipped through wormholes that swallowed them whole.
Sometimes I fight fair — sometimes I fight smart.
Depends on how much you’ve got in your cargo and how much I’ve had to drink.
I don’t ransom ships. I offer retirement plans.
I don’t gank — I restructure ownership.
And when I say “nothing personal,” I mean it. Probably.
If you see me on scan, consider it a compliment.
It means you’ve done something interesting enough to catch my attention.
Just remember — I always leave a souvenir.
A calling card.
A story.
And if you wake up in a fresh clone with an empty wallet,
well… now you’ve got one too.
Big fan of Mr.Rogers, Wont you be my neighbor?
Only one of those ever offended me.
I don’t fly for glory or for killboard fame. I fly because the stars look better when they’re on fire.
Because there’s an art to the hunt — a rhythm to the chase.
Because every mark, every heist, every explosion tells a story worth remembering… even if nobody dares to repeat it out loud.
CONCORD’s got a file on me thicker than a Titan hull.
Smuggling, extortion, corporate espionage, impersonation, and a few “unapproved” salvage operations.
But paperwork can’t catch what’s already in warp.
I’ve stolen from kings and traded with beggars.
I’ve flown alongside fleets that shook empires and slipped through wormholes that swallowed them whole.
Sometimes I fight fair — sometimes I fight smart.
Depends on how much you’ve got in your cargo and how much I’ve had to drink.
I don’t ransom ships. I offer retirement plans.
I don’t gank — I restructure ownership.
And when I say “nothing personal,” I mean it. Probably.
If you see me on scan, consider it a compliment.
It means you’ve done something interesting enough to catch my attention.
Just remember — I always leave a souvenir.
A calling card.
A story.
And if you wake up in a fresh clone with an empty wallet,
well… now you’ve got one too.
Big fan of Mr.Rogers, Wont you be my neighbor?
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