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Jakov Retjar
Apr 26, 2026
Aug 27, 2015(10y)
Aug 27, 2026(22d)
Combat
Kills60
Losses96
Efficiency38%
ISK
Destroyed7.36b
Lost5.30b
ISK Eff.58%
Solo
Solo Kills5
Solo Ratio8%
Final Blows15
Points60
Other
NPC Losses2
NPC Loss Ratio2%
Avg Kills/Day0.02
ActivityInactive
Amarr
Amarr
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Jakov Retjar
Last Active
Apr 26, 2026
Birthday
Aug 27, 2015 (10 years old)
Next Birthday
Aug 27, 2026 (22 days)
Combat
Kills60
Losses96
Efficiency38%
Danger Ratio98%
ISK
Destroyed7.36b
Lost5.30b
ISK Efficiency58%
Balance+2.06b
Solo
Solo Kills5
Solo Ratio8%
Final Blows15
Points60
Other
NPC Losses2
NPC Loss Ratio2%
Avg Kills/Day0.02
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
YOUR WARLORD HAS RETURNED
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[Personal Log – Jakov Retjar | YC127.05.03 | Vessel: Wrath of Providence]
The void sings tonight. Another patrol, another harvest of souls. Praise be.
I came upon a Minmatar patrol in the Ezzara system — four frigates, barely holding together with scrap and stolen tech. Laughable. I activated the lasers without a word. Their hulls crumpled like paper before the Emperor's righteous fury. I took no prisoners. There is no redemption for their kind, only absolution in death.
I feel the pulse of God in every kill. The light of my turrets cleansing the filth of this galaxy. Every wreckage a testament to the might of Amarr, every burning husk a sermon.
Some within the Empire would call me excessive. Fools. They lack the stomach for true devotion. The heretic, the unbeliever, the disloyal — all must burn. Mercy is heresy.
I dream of a galaxy purged of the faithless. The stars themselves will bow to Holy Amarr. And I — Jakov Retjar, the Hand of Fire — will be the blade that makes it so.
I go now to hunt again. There are whispers of a Gallente supply line near Chaven. The Godless cowards will not see dawn.
For the Emperor. For God. For Purity.
Log End.
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[Personal Log – Jakov Retjar | YC127.05.03 | Vessel: Wrath of Providence]
The void sings tonight. Another patrol, another harvest of souls. Praise be.
I came upon a Minmatar patrol in the Ezzara system — four frigates, barely holding together with scrap and stolen tech. Laughable. I activated the lasers without a word. Their hulls crumpled like paper before the Emperor's righteous fury. I took no prisoners. There is no redemption for their kind, only absolution in death.
I feel the pulse of God in every kill. The light of my turrets cleansing the filth of this galaxy. Every wreckage a testament to the might of Amarr, every burning husk a sermon.
Some within the Empire would call me excessive. Fools. They lack the stomach for true devotion. The heretic, the unbeliever, the disloyal — all must burn. Mercy is heresy.
I dream of a galaxy purged of the faithless. The stars themselves will bow to Holy Amarr. And I — Jakov Retjar, the Hand of Fire — will be the blade that makes it so.
I go now to hunt again. There are whispers of a Gallente supply line near Chaven. The Godless cowards will not see dawn.
For the Emperor. For God. For Purity.
Log End.
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Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Apr 2026
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
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