1.90Pilot
Yetazerhara Igunen
CaldariCivire
- Kills
- 1
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 23
- +2 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 3%
- ISK destroyed
- 16.8M
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 1
- Losses
- 23
- Danger Ratio
- 52%
- Final Blows
- 1
- Points
- 1
ISK
- Destroyed
- 16.8M
- Lost
- 582.8M
- Balance
- -566.1M
- ISK Efficiency
- 3%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 0
- Solo Ratio
- 0%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 11
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 48%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt0
Damage Ratio · 0%
Damage Taken78.6K
Activity
What they fly, where they fight, latest kills and losses
Most Valuable
The priciest kills in the window
Matchups
Who they kill, who kills them, what they lose
Last 90d
Killed
Killed By
Hulls LostLosses broken down by hull class.
In-game bio
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The Ballad of Yetazerhara Igunen — High-Sec’s Quiet Titan
There are pilots who chase glory.
There are pilots who chase ISK.
And then there’s Yetazerhara Igunen — who just chases asteroids.
Born under the dull hum of a Caldari refinery, Yetazerhara learned early that not every capsuleer was destined for explosions and killmails. Some of us were meant for quieter things — the slow, steady hum of strip miners, the hypnotic swirl of Veldspar dust, and the blissful serenity of not being on anyone’s killboard.
When others dove into wormholes and null-sec brawls, Yetazerhara found enlightenment in the shimmering silence of a hi-sec asteroid belt. His ship, lovingly over-tanked and questionably fit, became both temple and tomb, a sanctuary where drones worked tirelessly while he sipped Quafe and contemplated the nature of patience (and market margins).
Gankers come and go. Local chat rages.
Yetazerhara endures — a stoic figure among floating rocks, the quiet heartbeat of the empire’s economy. For while others burn ships for glory, he builds the ore that rebuilds them.
He has seen things.
Entire fleets of Ventures die in the same belt, all chasing a dream.
Orcas bumping like drunks at closing time.
Bots that mine harder than any mortal should.
And still he remains.
Not for fame. Not for riches.
But because, deep down, he knows: someone has to keep the universe supplied with Tritanium, and it might as well be him.
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Enjoy some EvE Online Music
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The Ballad of Yetazerhara Igunen — High-Sec’s Quiet Titan
There are pilots who chase glory.
There are pilots who chase ISK.
And then there’s Yetazerhara Igunen — who just chases asteroids.
Born under the dull hum of a Caldari refinery, Yetazerhara learned early that not every capsuleer was destined for explosions and killmails. Some of us were meant for quieter things — the slow, steady hum of strip miners, the hypnotic swirl of Veldspar dust, and the blissful serenity of not being on anyone’s killboard.
When others dove into wormholes and null-sec brawls, Yetazerhara found enlightenment in the shimmering silence of a hi-sec asteroid belt. His ship, lovingly over-tanked and questionably fit, became both temple and tomb, a sanctuary where drones worked tirelessly while he sipped Quafe and contemplated the nature of patience (and market margins).
Gankers come and go. Local chat rages.
Yetazerhara endures — a stoic figure among floating rocks, the quiet heartbeat of the empire’s economy. For while others burn ships for glory, he builds the ore that rebuilds them.
He has seen things.
Entire fleets of Ventures die in the same belt, all chasing a dream.
Orcas bumping like drunks at closing time.
Bots that mine harder than any mortal should.
And still he remains.
Not for fame. Not for riches.
But because, deep down, he knows: someone has to keep the universe supplied with Tritanium, and it might as well be him.