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Logix Ibruin
Jun 27, 2017
May 19, 2016(10y)
May 19, 2027(344d)
Combat
Kills0
Losses9
Efficiency0%
ISK
Destroyed0
Lost642.07m
ISK Eff.0%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points0
Other
NPC Losses4
NPC Loss Ratio44%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
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Logix Ibruin
Last Active
Jun 27, 2017
Birthday
May 19, 2016 (10 years old)
Next Birthday
May 19, 2027 (344 days)
Combat
Kills0
Losses9
Efficiency0%
Danger Ratio56%
ISK
Destroyed0
Lost642.07m
ISK Efficiency0%
Balance-642069348
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points0
Other
NPC Losses4
NPC Loss Ratio44%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
No data available
Bio
Logix Ibruin – Shadow of the Sanctum
Stealth Bomber Pilot | Monks of the Silent Sanctum
Little is known of Logix Ibruin’s origins, and that’s just how he prefers it. Whispers among station bartenders and deep-space wayfarers speak of a Caldari data-runner who vanished after a Syndicate job went sour. Others claim he once flew for a Guristas splinter cell before converting to the monastic discipline of the Silent Sanctum. The truth? Likely some of both—or neither at all.
What is certain is this: when the cloaks drop and torpedoes fall, Logix is already gone.
Having forsaken the chaos of empire life, Logix found refuge among the Monks of the Silent Sanctum, a reclusive nullsec brotherhood who blend quiet devotion with industrial might and surgical warfare. Within their ranks, he embraced a new purpose: not simply to kill, but to cleanse. Each stealth strike, each ship reduced to molten slag in the silence of space, is part of a ritual purification—a vigil against the vermin that infect the void.
He pilots the Vigilant Wraith, a heavily customized Nemesis-class stealth bomber adorned with esoteric monastic glyphs and subtle armor etchings said to depict scenes from the “Rule of St. Kosmos.” Silent, efficient, and without mercy, Logix is the shadow cast by the Sanctum’s light—a ghost in the dark expanse, waging holy war one torpedo at a time.
Logix rarely speaks, and when he does, it’s in clipped phrases, often quoting obscure lines from monastic scriptures or wartime poetry. He maintains a small shrine in the corner of his bomber’s cramped quarters—lit only by a faint red diode and a relic fragment said to be from the wreck of the first ship he ever destroyed.
Some say he’s just a myth—a story told to scare pirates and slackers into vigilance.
But every now and then, a wrecked hauler drifts near a stargate, its black box recording a final whisper:
"He was already inside..."
Stealth Bomber Pilot | Monks of the Silent Sanctum
Little is known of Logix Ibruin’s origins, and that’s just how he prefers it. Whispers among station bartenders and deep-space wayfarers speak of a Caldari data-runner who vanished after a Syndicate job went sour. Others claim he once flew for a Guristas splinter cell before converting to the monastic discipline of the Silent Sanctum. The truth? Likely some of both—or neither at all.
What is certain is this: when the cloaks drop and torpedoes fall, Logix is already gone.
Having forsaken the chaos of empire life, Logix found refuge among the Monks of the Silent Sanctum, a reclusive nullsec brotherhood who blend quiet devotion with industrial might and surgical warfare. Within their ranks, he embraced a new purpose: not simply to kill, but to cleanse. Each stealth strike, each ship reduced to molten slag in the silence of space, is part of a ritual purification—a vigil against the vermin that infect the void.
He pilots the Vigilant Wraith, a heavily customized Nemesis-class stealth bomber adorned with esoteric monastic glyphs and subtle armor etchings said to depict scenes from the “Rule of St. Kosmos.” Silent, efficient, and without mercy, Logix is the shadow cast by the Sanctum’s light—a ghost in the dark expanse, waging holy war one torpedo at a time.
Logix rarely speaks, and when he does, it’s in clipped phrases, often quoting obscure lines from monastic scriptures or wartime poetry. He maintains a small shrine in the corner of his bomber’s cramped quarters—lit only by a faint red diode and a relic fragment said to be from the wreck of the first ship he ever destroyed.
Some say he’s just a myth—a story told to scare pirates and slackers into vigilance.
But every now and then, a wrecked hauler drifts near a stargate, its black box recording a final whisper:
"He was already inside..."
Dashboard
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Final Blows0
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -