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Squal Fenix
1d ago
Dec 5, 2015(10y)
Dec 5, 2026(114d)
Combat
Kills4,593
Losses1,137
Efficiency80%
ISK
Destroyed2.48t
Lost79.18b
ISK Eff.97%
Solo
Solo Kills227
Solo Ratio5%
Final Blows659
Points5,202
Other
NPC Losses39
NPC Loss Ratio3%
Avg Kills/Day1.18
ActivityVery High
Gallente
Gallente
5.00
Squal Fenix
Last Active
1d ago
Birthday
Dec 5, 2015 (10 years old)
Next Birthday
Dec 5, 2026 (114 days)
Combat
Kills4,593
Losses1,137
Efficiency80%
Danger Ratio97%
ISK
Destroyed2.48t
Lost79.18b
ISK Efficiency97%
Balance+2.40t
Solo
Solo Kills227
Solo Ratio5%
Final Blows659
Points5,202
Other
NPC Losses39
NPC Loss Ratio3%
Avg Kills/Day1.18
ActivityVery High
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
I was born into New Eden when certainty was already an illusion.
When I first entered the capsule in YC117, the Gallente Federation spoke of liberty, progress, and choice. I believed in those ideals then, and I still do—though not as they are spoken in chambers and broadcasts. Freedom, I learned, is not granted. It is contested, defended, and paid for in wreckage and silence.
I chose the name Squal Fenix as a statement of survival. Sharks endure by adaptation, and phoenixes rise only after destruction. In space, ideology burns away quickly; what remains is will.
My early years were spent observing the rhythms of high-security space—the comfort of rules, the illusion that violence can be regulated if one obeys the correct procedures. Yet every conflict proved the same truth: order is enforced, and freedom is never free. Combat was not a calling; it was inevitable.
I flew in fleets and alone, learning that courage is not loud. It is procedural. Commit once the line is crossed. Ships can be replaced. Trust rarely can.
Corporations came and went. Some were driven by purpose, others by convenience. I watched idealists burn out and cynics rise to command. Alliances spoke of unity while calculating acceptable losses. I stayed long enough to learn, and left before becoming what I despised.
My security status remained clean—an administrative detail, not a moral one. It reflects selectivity, not restraint. Violence is a tool, not an identity.
I never sought recognition on killboards, though my name appears there. Numbers comfort those who fear context. A killmail records destruction, not hesitation, judgment, or responsibility.
I do not fight for flags or slogans. I fight for autonomy—mine, and that of those who choose to fly beside me. I value competence over loyalty, clarity over optimism, and preparation over hope.
I believe the Gallente spirit is not democracy, but defiance: the refusal to accept power without challenge. Ideals are not immortal, but they survive in individuals long after institutions decay.
I am Squal Fenix.
Not a hero. Not a martyr.
A capsuleer who chose to remain awake.
When I first entered the capsule in YC117, the Gallente Federation spoke of liberty, progress, and choice. I believed in those ideals then, and I still do—though not as they are spoken in chambers and broadcasts. Freedom, I learned, is not granted. It is contested, defended, and paid for in wreckage and silence.
I chose the name Squal Fenix as a statement of survival. Sharks endure by adaptation, and phoenixes rise only after destruction. In space, ideology burns away quickly; what remains is will.
My early years were spent observing the rhythms of high-security space—the comfort of rules, the illusion that violence can be regulated if one obeys the correct procedures. Yet every conflict proved the same truth: order is enforced, and freedom is never free. Combat was not a calling; it was inevitable.
I flew in fleets and alone, learning that courage is not loud. It is procedural. Commit once the line is crossed. Ships can be replaced. Trust rarely can.
Corporations came and went. Some were driven by purpose, others by convenience. I watched idealists burn out and cynics rise to command. Alliances spoke of unity while calculating acceptable losses. I stayed long enough to learn, and left before becoming what I despised.
My security status remained clean—an administrative detail, not a moral one. It reflects selectivity, not restraint. Violence is a tool, not an identity.
I never sought recognition on killboards, though my name appears there. Numbers comfort those who fear context. A killmail records destruction, not hesitation, judgment, or responsibility.
I do not fight for flags or slogans. I fight for autonomy—mine, and that of those who choose to fly beside me. I value competence over loyalty, clarity over optimism, and preparation over hope.
I believe the Gallente spirit is not democracy, but defiance: the refusal to accept power without challenge. Ideals are not immortal, but they survive in individuals long after institutions decay.
I am Squal Fenix.
Not a hero. Not a martyr.
A capsuleer who chose to remain awake.
Dashboard
Stats
Kills256
Losses67
Efficiency79%
ISK Destroyed86.57b
ISK Lost7.59b
ISK Efficiency92%
Solo Kills26
Solo Losses25
NPC Losses3
Blob Factor15.77
Active TimezoneEUTZ
Final Blows73
Points592
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleMid Gang (256 kills)
Solo 10% Small 31% Mid 32% Fleet 20% Blob 7%
Avg Fleet: 15.8 Logi Pilot Bait (23x) Awox: 1 kills
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