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Squal Fenix
2d ago
Dec 5, 2015(10y)
Dec 5, 2026(69d)
Combat
Kills4,623
Losses1,148
Efficiency80%
ISK
Destroyed2.50t
Lost81.94b
ISK Eff.97%
Solo
Solo Kills230
Solo Ratio5%
Final Blows665
Combat Points4,613
Other
NPC Losses40
NPC Loss Ratio3%
Avg Kills/Day1.17
ActivityHigh
Gallente
Gallente
5.00
Squal Fenix
Last Active
2d ago
Birthday
Dec 5, 2015 (10 years old)
Next Birthday
Dec 5, 2026 (69 days)
Combat
Kills4,623
Losses1,148
Efficiency80%
Danger Ratio97%
ISK
Destroyed2.50t
Lost81.94b
ISK Efficiency97%
Balance+2.42t
Solo
Solo Kills230
Solo Ratio5%
Final Blows665
Combat Points4,613
Other
NPC Losses40
NPC Loss Ratio3%
Avg Kills/Day1.17
ActivityHigh
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
Kills105
Losses34
Efficiency76%
ISK Destroyed60.34b
ISK Lost6.60b
ISK Efficiency90%
Solo Kills13
Solo Losses10
NPC Losses4
Blob Factor24.63
Active TimezoneEUTZ
Final Blows29
Points133
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleMid Gang (101 kills)
Solo 13% Small 21% Mid 30% Fleet 17% Blob 20%
Avg Fleet: 25.2 Logi Pilot Cyno Alt (1 deaths) Bait (5x)
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