0.00The Bone Holster
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Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 21
- Losses
- 13
- Efficiency
- 62%
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
ISK
- Destroyed
- 1.48B
- Lost
- 1.07B
- ISK Efficiency
- 58%
- Balance
- +402.2M
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 2
- Solo Ratio
- 10%
- Final Blows
- 3
- Points
- 21
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage
Damage Dealt6.3K
Damage Taken13.8K
Damage Ratio31%
Combat profile
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Career
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In-game bio
The Bone Holsters story starts in Paris, with the bells of Notre-Dame de Paris ringing in screaming agony. The City
of Light has been experiencing rain for five days and Madame Holster is not only drenched but also exhausted. She's
been looking for her son Henri, but is unable to find him despite searching each street and alley.
Going Underground
This left her with no choice but to head to the underground, in the Catacombs of Paris. As she stands at the
entrance, she sees the warning "Arr\xeate! C'est ici l'empire de la mort," which translates to "Stop! Here lies the
Empire of Death." Knowing just how courageous Henri is, she heads to the dark halls with a faint hope in her heart.
A Sad Find
In the dark halls of the dead, Madame Holster managed to memorize the feel of each skull and bone. She learned each
crack and fracture which made the dead unique. She continued walking in the dark until she felt the familiar touch of
her boy’s face. She then followed the bones back and came out of the catacombs with the lifeless and decomposing
body of her son.
Becoming The Bone Holster
She later cleaned the remains of her son and gave him his last moist bath. With her mind now clouded by remorse,
she now looks for closure in the place where it all began, the Catacombs. Each midnight she would offer his bones to
the walls and treat them with the respect and great precision of an artist hoping they would accept her precious son.
However, the walls had gone silent and over the years, she not only lost her will but also her name and became;
The Bone Holster.
A New Journey
As time killed the last spark of hope that Madame Holster had, a mysterious letter suddenly arrives and points to J-Space,
a place where she could find other lost souls. As she journeys across the Universe, she tenderly caresses the satchel she’d
crafted. No one believes the story behind the satchel, but The Bone Holster has always found comfort in the familiar touch
of its cover, said to be bound in her boy’s own skin.
of Light has been experiencing rain for five days and Madame Holster is not only drenched but also exhausted. She's
been looking for her son Henri, but is unable to find him despite searching each street and alley.
Going Underground
This left her with no choice but to head to the underground, in the Catacombs of Paris. As she stands at the
entrance, she sees the warning "Arr\xeate! C'est ici l'empire de la mort," which translates to "Stop! Here lies the
Empire of Death." Knowing just how courageous Henri is, she heads to the dark halls with a faint hope in her heart.
A Sad Find
In the dark halls of the dead, Madame Holster managed to memorize the feel of each skull and bone. She learned each
crack and fracture which made the dead unique. She continued walking in the dark until she felt the familiar touch of
her boy’s face. She then followed the bones back and came out of the catacombs with the lifeless and decomposing
body of her son.
Becoming The Bone Holster
She later cleaned the remains of her son and gave him his last moist bath. With her mind now clouded by remorse,
she now looks for closure in the place where it all began, the Catacombs. Each midnight she would offer his bones to
the walls and treat them with the respect and great precision of an artist hoping they would accept her precious son.
However, the walls had gone silent and over the years, she not only lost her will but also her name and became;
The Bone Holster.
A New Journey
As time killed the last spark of hope that Madame Holster had, a mysterious letter suddenly arrives and points to J-Space,
a place where she could find other lost souls. As she journeys across the Universe, she tenderly caresses the satchel she’d
crafted. No one believes the story behind the satchel, but The Bone Holster has always found comfort in the familiar touch
of its cover, said to be bound in her boy’s own skin.