4.80
Philip 'Baerd' Orwell
Jun 24, 2026
Jan 1, 1970(56y)
Jan 1, 2027(135d)
Combat
Kills48
Losses130
Efficiency27%
ISK
Destroyed2.60b
Lost15.12b
ISK Eff.15%
Solo
Solo Kills27
Solo Ratio56%
Final Blows31
Points109
Other
NPC Losses21
NPC Loss Ratio16%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityMedium
Minmatar
Brutor
4.80
Philip 'Baerd' Orwell
Last Active
Jun 24, 2026
Birthday
Jan 1, 1970 (56 years old)
Next Birthday
Jan 1, 2027 (135 days)
Combat
Kills48
Losses130
Efficiency27%
Danger Ratio84%
ISK
Destroyed2.60b
Lost15.12b
ISK Efficiency15%
Balance-12520516450
Solo
Solo Kills27
Solo Ratio56%
Final Blows31
Points109
Other
NPC Losses21
NPC Loss Ratio16%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityMedium
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
This young woman is looking around her with patience and attention. From the depth in her eyes it's easy to understand she spends a lot of time in Anoikis and she craves the great unknown. Explorers are a bunch of weirdos, they say, and Baerd is one of them but has enough social skills to manage most of the encounters.
Spending her youth on mining operations with an industrial corporation gave her enough money to invest in a decent exploration frigate and fall in love with the vast empty space beyond the wormhole. Here, she met other explorers and established a base. Gas, sleepers and ruins from another time was her everyday life. And one day, the fire came from even deeper space : the eviction happened so fast, she barely got time to run away... And got lost, facing the great void alone with no map, no probes and noone to ask for help.
No one? Not exactly. A little box was floating somewhere near, displaying a simple message "Contact EvE-Scout". The help came soon enough : warp there. Open box. Go home safely. Simple. People was helping people for the love of the game. So she enrolled. And learned.
Then came the dark times and she stayed hidden for so long. Unable to say goodbye properly. Unable to come back for real. Years passed and she became herself more than ever. A new chapter of her life was begining to open.
the wanderer/lost pilot
we fight for our rights
Spending her youth on mining operations with an industrial corporation gave her enough money to invest in a decent exploration frigate and fall in love with the vast empty space beyond the wormhole. Here, she met other explorers and established a base. Gas, sleepers and ruins from another time was her everyday life. And one day, the fire came from even deeper space : the eviction happened so fast, she barely got time to run away... And got lost, facing the great void alone with no map, no probes and noone to ask for help.
No one? Not exactly. A little box was floating somewhere near, displaying a simple message "Contact EvE-Scout". The help came soon enough : warp there. Open box. Go home safely. Simple. People was helping people for the love of the game. So she enrolled. And learned.
Then came the dark times and she stayed hidden for so long. Unable to say goodbye properly. Unable to come back for real. Years passed and she became herself more than ever. A new chapter of her life was begining to open.
the wanderer/lost pilot
we fight for our rights
Dashboard
Stats
Kills43
Losses14
Efficiency75%
ISK Destroyed2.39b
ISK Lost2.32b
ISK Efficiency51%
Solo Kills25
Solo Losses10
NPC Losses2
Blob Factor2.77
Active TimezoneEUTZ
Final Blows29
Points85
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (41 kills)
Solo 61% Small 32% Mid 7%
Avg Fleet: 2.5 Bait (4x)
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