4.36
Logix Cesaille
Aug 20, 2017
Mar 3, 2014(12y)
Mar 3, 2027(177d)
Combat
Kills21
Losses45
Efficiency32%
ISK
Destroyed612.32m
Lost7.46b
ISK Eff.8%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows6
Combat Points7
Other
NPC Losses5
NPC Loss Ratio11%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Gallente
Gallente
4.36
Logix Cesaille
Last Active
Aug 20, 2017
Birthday
Mar 3, 2014 (12 years old)
Next Birthday
Mar 3, 2027 (177 days)
Combat
Kills21
Losses45
Efficiency32%
Danger Ratio89%
ISK
Destroyed612.32m
Lost7.46b
ISK Efficiency8%
Balance-6843372299
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows6
Combat Points7
Other
NPC Losses5
NPC Loss Ratio11%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
Confessor Logix
Abbot of the Silent Sanctum
For fifteen years, Logix bore the yoke of heavy industry. He knew the hum of reactors, the quiet strength of stations, and the rhythm of mining lasers carving hymns into asteroids. While others chased fleeting glory, he built in silence—forging fleets, fueling empires, and tending the hidden machinery that kept New Eden alive.
Yet the void calls in many ways. Logix has flown in the sprawling nullsec conflicts of Test Alliance Please Ignore, and felt the pulse of lowsec warfare where each gate flash carries the weight of life and death. Those years taught him patience, precision, and the stillness required before action.
In the last year, his focus shifted. Where once he measured yield, now he measures resolve. Where once his hands shaped ore, now they guide guns.
As Confessor of the Silent Sanctum, Logix is less commander than abbot. His word is not shouted, but weighed. His presence does not stir frenzy, but discipline. Those who fight under him do so not for killboards, but for repentance; not for empire, but for meaning.
He carries the scars of labor and the stillness of prayer, tempered now by fire.
And in every fleet he leads, the silence between gate flashes is his sermon.
Abbot of the Silent Sanctum
For fifteen years, Logix bore the yoke of heavy industry. He knew the hum of reactors, the quiet strength of stations, and the rhythm of mining lasers carving hymns into asteroids. While others chased fleeting glory, he built in silence—forging fleets, fueling empires, and tending the hidden machinery that kept New Eden alive.
Yet the void calls in many ways. Logix has flown in the sprawling nullsec conflicts of Test Alliance Please Ignore, and felt the pulse of lowsec warfare where each gate flash carries the weight of life and death. Those years taught him patience, precision, and the stillness required before action.
In the last year, his focus shifted. Where once he measured yield, now he measures resolve. Where once his hands shaped ore, now they guide guns.
As Confessor of the Silent Sanctum, Logix is less commander than abbot. His word is not shouted, but weighed. His presence does not stir frenzy, but discipline. Those who fight under him do so not for killboards, but for repentance; not for empire, but for meaning.
He carries the scars of labor and the stillness of prayer, tempered now by fire.
And in every fleet he leads, the silence between gate flashes is his sermon.
Dashboard
Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Aug 2017
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -