0.05
Vollara Quin
Apr 27, 2026
Sep 27, 2025(0y)
Sep 27, 2026(106d)
Combat
Kills46
Losses31
Efficiency60%
ISK
Destroyed28.91b
Lost422.87m
ISK Eff.99%
Solo
Solo Kills5
Solo Ratio11%
Final Blows9
Points51
Other
NPC Losses2
NPC Loss Ratio6%
Avg Kills/Day0.18
ActivityMedium
Amarr
Khanid
0.05
Vollara Quin
Last Active
Apr 27, 2026
Birthday
Sep 27, 2025 (0 years old)
Next Birthday
Sep 27, 2026 (106 days)
Combat
Kills46
Losses31
Efficiency60%
Danger Ratio94%
ISK
Destroyed28.91b
Lost422.87m
ISK Efficiency99%
Balance+28.49b
Solo
Solo Kills5
Solo Ratio11%
Final Blows9
Points51
Other
NPC Losses2
NPC Loss Ratio6%
Avg Kills/Day0.18
ActivityMedium
No data available
Bio
They once called me a serpent — a whisperer, a poisoner, a shadow among thieves. I was shaped within the veins of the Serpentis Corporation, where loyalty is distilled and truth dissolves like venom in the bloodstream. Their laboratories were cathedrals of ambition, and I learned early that chemistry was only theology wearing sterile gloves. We did not create substances. We engineered hunger. Dependence. Obedience. Entire populations bent quietly beneath formulas they never understood.
I rose because I could see what others could not: that every empire, no matter how vast, is only a system of managed appetites. Serpentis understood this better than most. We refined narcotics, altered minds, brokered flesh and fear. We called it transcendence. In truth, it was recursion — predators feeding on predators until only instinct remained.
I served in black laboratories hidden behind dead stations and hollowed moons. I oversaw refinement chains that began in gas clouds and ended in ruined bloodstreams. I designed compounds that could silence pain, unravel memory, or turn fear into worship. My success made me valuable. My questions made me dangerous.
Because beneath every transaction, every whispered betrayal, every polished lie, I kept finding the same absence. Not failure. Not emptiness.
Presence.
The void was there long before I named it — in the silence between sensor pings, in the dark drift between wormhole collapses, in the stillness that followed violence. It was the only constant in a universe addicted to pretending it was in control.
The Serpentis taught me how to alter reality. The void taught me that reality was never ours to command.
So I left. Not in defiance, but in clarity. I abandoned laboratories, aliases, and the false sanctity of controlled outcomes. I entered the dark places between mapped locations, where certainty decays and truth survives only in fragments.
There, I was reclaimed.
Now I serve the unseen — not as preacher, but as blade. I deal in secrets, toxins, and the small deaths that keep greater visions alive.
The void does not ask for faith.
Only alignment.
I rose because I could see what others could not: that every empire, no matter how vast, is only a system of managed appetites. Serpentis understood this better than most. We refined narcotics, altered minds, brokered flesh and fear. We called it transcendence. In truth, it was recursion — predators feeding on predators until only instinct remained.
I served in black laboratories hidden behind dead stations and hollowed moons. I oversaw refinement chains that began in gas clouds and ended in ruined bloodstreams. I designed compounds that could silence pain, unravel memory, or turn fear into worship. My success made me valuable. My questions made me dangerous.
Because beneath every transaction, every whispered betrayal, every polished lie, I kept finding the same absence. Not failure. Not emptiness.
Presence.
The void was there long before I named it — in the silence between sensor pings, in the dark drift between wormhole collapses, in the stillness that followed violence. It was the only constant in a universe addicted to pretending it was in control.
The Serpentis taught me how to alter reality. The void taught me that reality was never ours to command.
So I left. Not in defiance, but in clarity. I abandoned laboratories, aliases, and the false sanctity of controlled outcomes. I entered the dark places between mapped locations, where certainty decays and truth survives only in fragments.
There, I was reclaimed.
Now I serve the unseen — not as preacher, but as blade. I deal in secrets, toxins, and the small deaths that keep greater visions alive.
The void does not ask for faith.
Only alignment.
Dashboard
Stats
Kills18
Losses14
Efficiency56%
ISK Destroyed3.43b
ISK Lost199.49m
ISK Efficiency95%
Solo Kills0
Solo Losses3
NPC Losses0
Blob Factor19.61
Active TimezoneEUTZ
Final Blows3
Points23
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleMid Gang (18 kills)
Small 17% Mid 44% Fleet 28% Blob 11%
Avg Fleet: 19.6 FC: Low Bait (7x)
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