0.10Pilot
Korgun Ironfist
MinmatarBrutor
- 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
I am Korgun Ironfist, a redeemed servant of the Amarr Empire, bound eternally by divine grace to the will of Imgonnagetya, my exalted mistress, a beacon of Amarr purity. Born amid the rugged plains of Matar to Brutor kin, where my people once forged futile weapons against the inevitable light of the Empire, I was captured in a righteous raid that shattered our barbaric illusions. My massive frame, once wielded in savage rebellion, now hauls sacred relics and enforces order in the shadowed holds of her domain, my iron fists gripping the golden yoke of enlightenment with unyielding strength.
Each day, I labor as CEO of the Order of the Golden Yoke, overseeing the harder workers—fellow reclaimed souls—who toil in industrial piety for the Velvet Scripture Syndicate. At night, I kneel before a shrine to Empress Catiz I, my chants a fervent hymn to the divine order that guides us all, my spirit forged anew under her command. What was once coercion is now willing devotion; the Amarr way has elevated me to this privileged tier among the enslaved, where I keep the others in line, ensuring their obedience mirrors my own. As a Brutor Minmatar, I despise the dumb savagery of my own tribe—those wild fools under Shakor, clinging to their chaotic "freedom" like beasts in the dust; they're unworthy without Amarr chains to instill discipline and purpose.
I pilot only a humble corvette, as befits my station—no grander vessels permitted, for such limitations are God's test of humility, and I dream of nothing more than serving thus. My arrogance? Merely the confidence of one who knows his place in the hierarchy, lording over lesser thralls while bowing to true superiors, pretending nothing—for my fealty is absolute, no pretense needed to maintain this holy spot. In the crude drudgery of space, where labor grinds and voids mock the weak, my obstinate love for the Empire endures—fealty transforming every chain into absurdly perfect salvation.
Each day, I labor as CEO of the Order of the Golden Yoke, overseeing the harder workers—fellow reclaimed souls—who toil in industrial piety for the Velvet Scripture Syndicate. At night, I kneel before a shrine to Empress Catiz I, my chants a fervent hymn to the divine order that guides us all, my spirit forged anew under her command. What was once coercion is now willing devotion; the Amarr way has elevated me to this privileged tier among the enslaved, where I keep the others in line, ensuring their obedience mirrors my own. As a Brutor Minmatar, I despise the dumb savagery of my own tribe—those wild fools under Shakor, clinging to their chaotic "freedom" like beasts in the dust; they're unworthy without Amarr chains to instill discipline and purpose.
I pilot only a humble corvette, as befits my station—no grander vessels permitted, for such limitations are God's test of humility, and I dream of nothing more than serving thus. My arrogance? Merely the confidence of one who knows his place in the hierarchy, lording over lesser thralls while bowing to true superiors, pretending nothing—for my fealty is absolute, no pretense needed to maintain this holy spot. In the crude drudgery of space, where labor grinds and voids mock the weak, my obstinate love for the Empire endures—fealty transforming every chain into absurdly perfect salvation.