4.80
Squal Fenix
1d ago
Dec 5, 2015(10y)
Dec 5, 2026(232d)
Combat
Kills4,157
Losses1,044
Efficiency80%
ISK
Destroyed1.98t
Lost68.52b
ISK Eff.97%
Solo
Solo Kills183
Solo Ratio4%
Final Blows554
Points4,219
Other
NPC Losses36
NPC Loss Ratio3%
Avg Kills/Day1.10
ActivityVery High
Gallente
Gallente
4.80
Squal Fenix
Last Active
1d ago
Birthday
Dec 5, 2015 (10 years old)
Next Birthday
Dec 5, 2026 (232 days)
Combat
Kills4,157
Losses1,044
Efficiency80%
Danger Ratio97%
ISK
Destroyed1.98t
Lost68.52b
ISK Efficiency97%
Balance+1.91t
Solo
Solo Kills183
Solo Ratio4%
Final Blows554
Points4,219
Other
NPC Losses36
NPC Loss Ratio3%
Avg Kills/Day1.10
ActivityVery High
Bio
I was born into New Eden when certainty was already an illusion.
When I first entered the capsule in YC117, the Gallente Federation spoke of liberty, progress, and choice. I believed in those ideals then, and I still do—though not as they are spoken in chambers and broadcasts. Freedom, I learned, is not granted. It is contested, defended, and paid for in wreckage and silence.
I chose the name Squal Fenix as a statement of survival. Sharks endure by adaptation, and phoenixes rise only after destruction. In space, ideology burns away quickly; what remains is will.
My early years were spent observing the rhythms of high-security space—the comfort of rules, the illusion that violence can be regulated if one obeys the correct procedures. Yet every conflict proved the same truth: order is enforced, and freedom is never free. Combat was not a calling; it was inevitable.
I flew in fleets and alone, learning that courage is not loud. It is procedural. Commit once the line is crossed. Ships can be replaced. Trust rarely can.
Corporations came and went. Some were driven by purpose, others by convenience. I watched idealists burn out and cynics rise to command. Alliances spoke of unity while calculating acceptable losses. I stayed long enough to learn, and left before becoming what I despised.
My security status remained clean—an administrative detail, not a moral one. It reflects selectivity, not restraint. Violence is a tool, not an identity.
I never sought recognition on killboards, though my name appears there. Numbers comfort those who fear context. A killmail records destruction, not hesitation, judgment, or responsibility.
I do not fight for flags or slogans. I fight for autonomy—mine, and that of those who choose to fly beside me. I value competence over loyalty, clarity over optimism, and preparation over hope.
I believe the Gallente spirit is not democracy, but defiance: the refusal to accept power without challenge. Ideals are not immortal, but they survive in individuals long after institutions decay.
I am Squal Fenix.
Not a hero. Not a martyr.
A capsuleer who chose to remain awake.
When I first entered the capsule in YC117, the Gallente Federation spoke of liberty, progress, and choice. I believed in those ideals then, and I still do—though not as they are spoken in chambers and broadcasts. Freedom, I learned, is not granted. It is contested, defended, and paid for in wreckage and silence.
I chose the name Squal Fenix as a statement of survival. Sharks endure by adaptation, and phoenixes rise only after destruction. In space, ideology burns away quickly; what remains is will.
My early years were spent observing the rhythms of high-security space—the comfort of rules, the illusion that violence can be regulated if one obeys the correct procedures. Yet every conflict proved the same truth: order is enforced, and freedom is never free. Combat was not a calling; it was inevitable.
I flew in fleets and alone, learning that courage is not loud. It is procedural. Commit once the line is crossed. Ships can be replaced. Trust rarely can.
Corporations came and went. Some were driven by purpose, others by convenience. I watched idealists burn out and cynics rise to command. Alliances spoke of unity while calculating acceptable losses. I stayed long enough to learn, and left before becoming what I despised.
My security status remained clean—an administrative detail, not a moral one. It reflects selectivity, not restraint. Violence is a tool, not an identity.
I never sought recognition on killboards, though my name appears there. Numbers comfort those who fear context. A killmail records destruction, not hesitation, judgment, or responsibility.
I do not fight for flags or slogans. I fight for autonomy—mine, and that of those who choose to fly beside me. I value competence over loyalty, clarity over optimism, and preparation over hope.
I believe the Gallente spirit is not democracy, but defiance: the refusal to accept power without challenge. Ideals are not immortal, but they survive in individuals long after institutions decay.
I am Squal Fenix.
Not a hero. Not a martyr.
A capsuleer who chose to remain awake.
Dashboard
Stats
Kills548
Losses91
Efficiency86%
ISK Destroyed149.55b
ISK Lost12.87b
ISK Efficiency92%
Solo Kills36
Solo Losses32
NPC Losses2
Blob Factor47.58
Active TimezoneUSTZ
Final Blows95
Points610
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleBlob (548 kills)
Solo 6% Small 22% Mid 19% Fleet 16% Blob 36%
Avg Fleet: 47.6 Logi Pilot Bait (23x) Awox: 1 kills
Typically Loses
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