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Louis Delay
Jun 14, 2025(1y)
Jun 14, 2027(334d)
Combat
Kills0
Losses6
Efficiency0%
ISK
Destroyed0
Lost90.09m
ISK Eff.0%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points0
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Caldari
Achura
0.26
Louis Delay
Birthday
Jun 14, 2025 (1 years old)
Next Birthday
Jun 14, 2027 (334 days)
Combat
Kills0
Losses6
Efficiency0%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed0
Lost90.09m
ISK Efficiency0%
Balance-90086652
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points0
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
No data available
Bio
Louis Delay his reflexes are wired to the sound of ISK clinking in his wallet. Born on a Caldari trade station where every deal has a price and every price has a knife behind it, Louis learned early that money isn’t just power; it’s protection. He flew his first shuttle before he could legally sign a contract, sold it for profit the same day, and never looked back.
Today, Delay commands hulking missile-spewing warships the way other pilots handle frigates. He measures success in megatons of ordnance expended and contracts fulfilled. His hangar is a shrine to heavy hulls—Ravens, Nightmares, and that absurdly over-engineered Phoenix he swears he’ll refit “once the next big payout lands.” Crew whisper that he loves missiles more than people; he just grins and locks the next target.
Delay’s creed is simple: “Big ships, bigger profits, and the biggest explosions.” He takes any job that lets him unleash cruise-missile salvos at range, preferably while his accountant
Louis Delay ses r\xe9flexes sont calibr\xe9s sur le doux tintement de l’ISK qui s’empile. N\xe9 sur une station commerciale caldari o\xf9 chaque accord a son prix et chaque prix sa lame, Louis a compris tr\xe8s t\xf4t que l’argent n’est pas qu’un pouvoir : c’est une assurance-vie. Il a pilot\xe9 sa premi\xe8re navette avant d’avoir l’\xe2ge l\xe9gal pour signer un contrat, l’a revendue le jour m\xeame avec b\xe9n\xe9fice, et n’a jamais frein\xe9 depuis.
Aujourd’hui, Delay manœuvre d’\xe9normes cuirass\xe9s lance-missiles comme d’autres manipulent des fr\xe9gates. Il \xe9value sa r\xe9ussite au tonnage d’explosifs tir\xe9s et aux contrats boucl\xe9s. Son hangar est un temple d\xe9di\xe9 aux coques massives : Ravens, Nightmares, et ce Phoenix d\xe9mesur\xe9 qu’il promet d’optimiser \xab quand la prochaine prime tombera \xbb. Les membres d’\xe9quipage murmurent qu’il aime les missiles plus que les gens ; lui se contente de sourire et de verrouiller la cible suivante.
Son credo est limpide : \xab Gros vaisseaux, gros profits, et explosions encore plus grosses. \xbb Il accepte toute mission lui permettant de d\xe9cha\xeener des salves de missiles de croisi\xe8re \xe0 distance
Today, Delay commands hulking missile-spewing warships the way other pilots handle frigates. He measures success in megatons of ordnance expended and contracts fulfilled. His hangar is a shrine to heavy hulls—Ravens, Nightmares, and that absurdly over-engineered Phoenix he swears he’ll refit “once the next big payout lands.” Crew whisper that he loves missiles more than people; he just grins and locks the next target.
Delay’s creed is simple: “Big ships, bigger profits, and the biggest explosions.” He takes any job that lets him unleash cruise-missile salvos at range, preferably while his accountant
Louis Delay ses r\xe9flexes sont calibr\xe9s sur le doux tintement de l’ISK qui s’empile. N\xe9 sur une station commerciale caldari o\xf9 chaque accord a son prix et chaque prix sa lame, Louis a compris tr\xe8s t\xf4t que l’argent n’est pas qu’un pouvoir : c’est une assurance-vie. Il a pilot\xe9 sa premi\xe8re navette avant d’avoir l’\xe2ge l\xe9gal pour signer un contrat, l’a revendue le jour m\xeame avec b\xe9n\xe9fice, et n’a jamais frein\xe9 depuis.
Aujourd’hui, Delay manœuvre d’\xe9normes cuirass\xe9s lance-missiles comme d’autres manipulent des fr\xe9gates. Il \xe9value sa r\xe9ussite au tonnage d’explosifs tir\xe9s et aux contrats boucl\xe9s. Son hangar est un temple d\xe9di\xe9 aux coques massives : Ravens, Nightmares, et ce Phoenix d\xe9mesur\xe9 qu’il promet d’optimiser \xab quand la prochaine prime tombera \xbb. Les membres d’\xe9quipage murmurent qu’il aime les missiles plus que les gens ; lui se contente de sourire et de verrouiller la cible suivante.
Son credo est limpide : \xab Gros vaisseaux, gros profits, et explosions encore plus grosses. \xbb Il accepte toute mission lui permettant de d\xe9cha\xeener des salves de missiles de croisi\xe8re \xe0 distance
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