- Kills
- 0
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 0
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 0%
- ISK destroyed
- 0
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 0
- Losses
- 0
- Danger Ratio
- 0%
- Final Blows
- 0
- Points
- 0
ISK
- Destroyed
- 0
- Lost
- 0
- Balance
- +0
- ISK Efficiency
- 0%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 0
- Solo Ratio
- 0%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Activity
- Inactive
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
You ever stare at a belt full of untouched asteroids and think, those could all be mine? I did. And now, they are.
I’m OkiShi, CEO of Oki Shi Minerals, and I run a simple operation—we mine rocks, we make ISK, and we keep the industrial machine of New Eden running. While others chase glory in battle, I prefer the hum of strip miners, the steady pulse of an Orca’s boosts, and the satisfying sight of a belt stripped bare.
I started out like anyone else—flying a barely-functional mining frigate, scraping together ISK, dodging belt rats, and wondering how people made a living in this cold, unforgiving universe. Then it hit me: every ship, every station, every bullet fired in anger needs one thing—resources. And if people were willing to pay for them, I was going to be the one selling.
Now, Oki Shi Minerals is a well-oiled machine. Hulks carve up the moons, Orcas keep the fleet running, and the ISK flows like liquid tritanium. We don’t need to fight for power—we build it.
So if you’re looking for me, you’ll find me out in the belts, watching the lasers do their work and thinking about the next big haul. Because in the end, the universe belongs to those who mine it first.
I’m OkiShi, CEO of Oki Shi Minerals, and I run a simple operation—we mine rocks, we make ISK, and we keep the industrial machine of New Eden running. While others chase glory in battle, I prefer the hum of strip miners, the steady pulse of an Orca’s boosts, and the satisfying sight of a belt stripped bare.
I started out like anyone else—flying a barely-functional mining frigate, scraping together ISK, dodging belt rats, and wondering how people made a living in this cold, unforgiving universe. Then it hit me: every ship, every station, every bullet fired in anger needs one thing—resources. And if people were willing to pay for them, I was going to be the one selling.
Now, Oki Shi Minerals is a well-oiled machine. Hulks carve up the moons, Orcas keep the fleet running, and the ISK flows like liquid tritanium. We don’t need to fight for power—we build it.
So if you’re looking for me, you’ll find me out in the belts, watching the lasers do their work and thinking about the next big haul. Because in the end, the universe belongs to those who mine it first.