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Katniss Banes
20d ago
Nov 13, 2015(10y)
Nov 13, 2026(167d)
Combat
Kills367
Losses15
Efficiency96%
ISK
Destroyed45.46b
Lost1.71b
ISK Eff.96%
Solo
Solo Kills42
Solo Ratio11%
Final Blows122
Points388
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.10
ActivityLow
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0.20
Katniss Banes
Last Active
20d ago
Birthday
Nov 13, 2015 (10 years old)
Next Birthday
Nov 13, 2026 (167 days)
Combat
Kills367
Losses15
Efficiency96%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed45.46b
Lost1.71b
ISK Efficiency96%
Balance+43.75b
Solo
Solo Kills42
Solo Ratio11%
Final Blows122
Points388
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.10
ActivityLow
No data available
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
Kills5
Losses0
Efficiency100%
ISK Destroyed461.68m
ISK Lost0
ISK Efficiency100%
Solo Kills0
Solo Losses0
NPC Losses0
Blob Factor3.6
Active TimezoneEUTZ
Final Blows0
Points26
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleSmall Gang (5 kills)
Small 100%
Avg Fleet: 3.6
Typically Flies
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