4.70
Ino Fokke Krikari
1d ago
Mar 27, 2023(3y)
Mar 27, 2027(344d)
Combat
Kills18
Losses21
Efficiency46%
ISK
Destroyed17.59b
Lost2.13b
ISK Eff.89%
Solo
Solo Kills1
Solo Ratio6%
Final Blows4
Points18
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.02
ActivityLow
Caldari
Achura
4.70
Ino Fokke Krikari
Last Active
1d ago
Birthday
Mar 27, 2023 (3 years old)
Next Birthday
Mar 27, 2027 (344 days)
Combat
Kills18
Losses21
Efficiency46%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed17.59b
Lost2.13b
ISK Efficiency89%
Balance+15.46b
Solo
Solo Kills1
Solo Ratio6%
Final Blows4
Points18
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.02
ActivityLow
Bio
The Fanatic
A blind Achura Tubechild raised in Kino under Triglavian rule.
Some years ago a small Caldari-Amarr company whose name is lost to time was tasked to create highly intelligent think tanks. The organization theorized that with proper genetic material, strict indoctrination, and the correct controls, they could create a cadre of great strategic minds.
The first generation were brilliant, capable of outplaying even the most seasoned battlefield commanders and fleet tacticians. They were also incorrigable, continually trying to escape, to break free of their would be captors. The Company harvested their genes and what data they could, then incenerated them.
For the second iteration, they tried to suppress less desireable attributes, whilst breeding and training for even more effective leaders at every level. Second Gens were notoriously unstable, viscious, cold, and calculating. Once again, the project was scrapped.
For the third generation, my iteration, they chose to make us physically weak. Blind, unable to stand or walk without assistance. Wretched things we are. Brilliant, yet cursed.
When the Invasion started, they put us on ice, threw us in transport ships, and aimed to send us to a different black site. Most of my siblings died in transit.
I was found encapsulated in ice, in the gray space between alive and dead.
Now here I am.
A blind Achura Tubechild raised in Kino under Triglavian rule.
Some years ago a small Caldari-Amarr company whose name is lost to time was tasked to create highly intelligent think tanks. The organization theorized that with proper genetic material, strict indoctrination, and the correct controls, they could create a cadre of great strategic minds.
The first generation were brilliant, capable of outplaying even the most seasoned battlefield commanders and fleet tacticians. They were also incorrigable, continually trying to escape, to break free of their would be captors. The Company harvested their genes and what data they could, then incenerated them.
For the second iteration, they tried to suppress less desireable attributes, whilst breeding and training for even more effective leaders at every level. Second Gens were notoriously unstable, viscious, cold, and calculating. Once again, the project was scrapped.
For the third generation, my iteration, they chose to make us physically weak. Blind, unable to stand or walk without assistance. Wretched things we are. Brilliant, yet cursed.
When the Invasion started, they put us on ice, threw us in transport ships, and aimed to send us to a different black site. Most of my siblings died in transit.
I was found encapsulated in ice, in the gray space between alive and dead.
Now here I am.
Dashboard
Stats
Kills2
Losses0
Efficiency100%
ISK Destroyed1.54b
ISK Lost0
ISK Efficiency100%
Solo Kills0
Solo Losses0
NPC Losses0
Blob Factor13.5
Active TimezoneUSTZ
Final Blows1
Points2
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleMid Gang (2 kills)
Mid 50% Fleet 50%
Avg Fleet: 13.5
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