4.80Pilot
They're not Fingers
MinmatarVherokior
- Kills
- 2
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 79
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 3%
- ISK destroyed
- 20.7M
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 2
- Losses
- 79
- Danger Ratio
- 56%
- Final Blows
- 1
- Points
- 2
ISK
- Destroyed
- 20.7M
- Lost
- 593.8M
- Balance
- -573.1M
- ISK Efficiency
- 3%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 0
- Solo Ratio
- 0%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 35
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 44%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt62
Damage Ratio · 0%
Damage Taken396.9K
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
Born on Amarr Prime to On her and Pull my, two slaves for one of the local junior emissaries, They're not was a bright eyed boy content with his lot in life. Helping in the kitchens he grow strong from hard labour while trying to learn all he could about other worlds and the people who lived there because he drempt, one day to be free.
Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength,
While loving someone deeply gives you courage.
Apon becoming a teenager Fingers was made a page due to his pleasant features and courteous manner. One journy to Jayneleb their diplomatic convoy was attacked by a the piratic forces of Sansha's Nation, the fleet managed to jump but not before Fingers saw the ship, his parents and three year old sister Sticky were on, explode under a swarm of Enslavers. While CONCORD sat back and watched it all. As his ship raced through warp, with tears rolling down his face he made a silent vow to himself as he repeated the litany tought to him by his mother.
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me. When it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
At the age of 19 an oppertunity to excape sevitude came in the form of a Archangel trader who helped to smuggle They're not away in the night. But his new life was no better, it was worse. Forced to dance, chained to a pole on a cruise liner. Fingers was beaten daily. Constrained he slept on the cold hull floor. Fed on a thin gruel made from his captor's victims. Only with a leap of faith was it posible to get away. Putting all his trust in a young janitor he was jettisoned into Minmatar space. One bottle of oxygen was all he had. He waited and waited. Not knowing if he'd servive. Finally his can was scooped up and he was dropped off on Malukker I where T.N. Fingers started his life of freedom, as a trainee Capsuleer.
Those who show no trust will not be trusted.
Those who are quiet value the word.
When their task is completed, people will say:
We did it ourselves
Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength,
While loving someone deeply gives you courage.
Apon becoming a teenager Fingers was made a page due to his pleasant features and courteous manner. One journy to Jayneleb their diplomatic convoy was attacked by a the piratic forces of Sansha's Nation, the fleet managed to jump but not before Fingers saw the ship, his parents and three year old sister Sticky were on, explode under a swarm of Enslavers. While CONCORD sat back and watched it all. As his ship raced through warp, with tears rolling down his face he made a silent vow to himself as he repeated the litany tought to him by his mother.
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me. When it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
At the age of 19 an oppertunity to excape sevitude came in the form of a Archangel trader who helped to smuggle They're not away in the night. But his new life was no better, it was worse. Forced to dance, chained to a pole on a cruise liner. Fingers was beaten daily. Constrained he slept on the cold hull floor. Fed on a thin gruel made from his captor's victims. Only with a leap of faith was it posible to get away. Putting all his trust in a young janitor he was jettisoned into Minmatar space. One bottle of oxygen was all he had. He waited and waited. Not knowing if he'd servive. Finally his can was scooped up and he was dropped off on Malukker I where T.N. Fingers started his life of freedom, as a trainee Capsuleer.
Those who show no trust will not be trusted.
Those who are quiet value the word.
When their task is completed, people will say:
We did it ourselves