-1.10
1d ago
Oct 25, 2014(11y)
Oct 25, 2026(155d)
Combat
Kills3,179
Losses107
Efficiency97%
ISK
Destroyed998.14b
Lost6.62b
ISK Eff.99%
Solo
Solo Kills220
Solo Ratio7%
Final Blows766
Points3,204
Other
NPC Losses23
NPC Loss Ratio21%
Avg Kills/Day0.75
ActivityMedium
Gallente
Gallente
-1.10
Prime Andedare
High Command of Bad Decisions[HCOBD]
Brotherhood Of Silent Space[BOSS.]<color=0xFFC49102><b>Admiral</b></color>
Last Active
1d ago
Birthday
Oct 25, 2014 (11 years old)
Next Birthday
Oct 25, 2026 (155 days)
Combat
Kills3,179
Losses107
Efficiency97%
Danger Ratio79%
ISK
Destroyed998.14b
Lost6.62b
ISK Efficiency99%
Balance+991.52b
Solo
Solo Kills220
Solo Ratio7%
Final Blows766
Points3,204
Other
NPC Losses23
NPC Loss Ratio21%
Avg Kills/Day0.75
ActivityMedium
Bio
Ballad of the Voidborn
So hoist the flag and drain the cup,
Our time is short, the tide is up.
Through dying stars and storms we flew,
With hearts of flame and ships of few.
We rode on winds no maps could trace,
In shattered holes, from place to place.
No stargate lit the paths we crossed,
Just echoes, traps — and what we lost.
We stole from gods, we danced with death,
We laughed beneath the reaper’s breath.
In silence deep, our guns would sing,
Then vanish swift, like phantom wing.
We cloaked in dust, we struck unseen,
In cursed domains where none had been.
No beacon burns, no beacon calls —
We built our thrones in dead men’s halls.
The sleepers woke; we made them sleep.
We sowed their dark, we mined deep.
For loot or greed or spite or pride,
We lived where reason would not bide.
Our names were feared, then lost in time,
Not carved in stone, but sung in grime.
No medals pinned. No banners raised.
Just shadows where our wrath once blazed.
And still we sail, though none may see
The path we walk to stay so free.
We fight, we fall, we rise once more —
Like echoes clawing through the roar.
So drink to those who slipped the fight,
Who vanished into endless night.
No grave, no stone, no last surrenders —
They shine through us… and the void remembers.
So hoist the flag and drain the cup,
Our time is short, the tide is up.
Through dying stars and storms we flew,
With hearts of flame and ships of few.
We rode on winds no maps could trace,
In shattered holes, from place to place.
No stargate lit the paths we crossed,
Just echoes, traps — and what we lost.
We stole from gods, we danced with death,
We laughed beneath the reaper’s breath.
In silence deep, our guns would sing,
Then vanish swift, like phantom wing.
We cloaked in dust, we struck unseen,
In cursed domains where none had been.
No beacon burns, no beacon calls —
We built our thrones in dead men’s halls.
The sleepers woke; we made them sleep.
We sowed their dark, we mined deep.
For loot or greed or spite or pride,
We lived where reason would not bide.
Our names were feared, then lost in time,
Not carved in stone, but sung in grime.
No medals pinned. No banners raised.
Just shadows where our wrath once blazed.
And still we sail, though none may see
The path we walk to stay so free.
We fight, we fall, we rise once more —
Like echoes clawing through the roar.
So drink to those who slipped the fight,
Who vanished into endless night.
No grave, no stone, no last surrenders —
They shine through us… and the void remembers.
Dashboard
Stats
Kills24
Losses0
Efficiency100%
ISK Destroyed982.10m
ISK Lost0
ISK Efficiency100%
Solo Kills2
Solo Losses0
NPC Losses0
Blob Factor3.25
Active TimezoneEUTZ
Final Blows13
Points49
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleSmall Gang (24 kills)
Solo 8% Small 83% Mid 8%
Avg Fleet: 3.3
Typically Flies
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