5.00Pilot
Thais Poison
AmarrKhanid
- Kills
- 2,775
- +159 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 104
- +3 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 99%
- ISK destroyed
- 2.82T
- +25.83B in the last 90 days
- Activity
- High
- 1.8 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 2,775
- Losses
- 104
- Danger Ratio
- 99%
- Final Blows
- 181
- Points
- 2,070
ISK
- Destroyed
- 2.82T
- Lost
- 16.04B
- Balance
- +2.81T
- ISK Efficiency
- 99%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 19
- Solo Ratio
- 1%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 1
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 1%
- Activity
- High
Damage Dealt29.2M
Damage Ratio · 96%
Damage Taken1.3M
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
"In the shadow of death, I find my truest self. In the destruction of my enemies, I discover divine purpose."
Born into Khanid nobility, she was chosen for her rare psychic resonance and trained under Archon-Mystic Vaelthara Keth'moren, High Priestess of the Crimson Veil, a secretive order exploring Amarrian spiritual warfare. During her training, she and another girl specifically selected for their matching psychic resonance underwent the forbidden ritual of 'Soulbinding', an ancient practice merging their consciousness across the quantum emptiness. Months of intense neural conditioning and sacred ceremonies intertwined their minds, allowing them to share thoughts, emotions, and pain across vast distances, acting as two bodies with fragments of one transcendent soul. This unholy union granted her a terrifying gift: the power to invade minds, stripping identity and free will, turning victims into hollow vessels, perfect slaves serving her desires.
Her true vitality surges in the perilous embrace of death's shadow. Each heartbeat quickens as the threat of annihilation draws near, whether it is her own life hanging by a thread or the looming demise of her foe. The razor-thin line between existence and nothingness ignites a fierce fire within her, a raw, electrifying sensation that courses through her veins and sharpens every sense. It is in these moments of ultimate risk that she feels most intensely alive, her spirit soaring on the edge of destruction, craving the intoxicating thrill that only the dance with death can bring.
Equally intoxicating is the moment of her enemy's demise. As their ship breaks apart under her guns, as escape pods jettison in desperate flight, as another pilot's ambitions crumble to wreckage and debris, she experiences a satisfaction so profound it borders on the religious. Each kill feeds a hunger that can never truly be sated - the need to witness life's fragility, to be the architect of another's final moment, to stand victorious where others have fallen.
She is death's acolyte and life's predator, forever chasing that perfect instant when existence hangs by the thinnest thread, whether her own or her victim's.
Born into Khanid nobility, she was chosen for her rare psychic resonance and trained under Archon-Mystic Vaelthara Keth'moren, High Priestess of the Crimson Veil, a secretive order exploring Amarrian spiritual warfare. During her training, she and another girl specifically selected for their matching psychic resonance underwent the forbidden ritual of 'Soulbinding', an ancient practice merging their consciousness across the quantum emptiness. Months of intense neural conditioning and sacred ceremonies intertwined their minds, allowing them to share thoughts, emotions, and pain across vast distances, acting as two bodies with fragments of one transcendent soul. This unholy union granted her a terrifying gift: the power to invade minds, stripping identity and free will, turning victims into hollow vessels, perfect slaves serving her desires.
Her true vitality surges in the perilous embrace of death's shadow. Each heartbeat quickens as the threat of annihilation draws near, whether it is her own life hanging by a thread or the looming demise of her foe. The razor-thin line between existence and nothingness ignites a fierce fire within her, a raw, electrifying sensation that courses through her veins and sharpens every sense. It is in these moments of ultimate risk that she feels most intensely alive, her spirit soaring on the edge of destruction, craving the intoxicating thrill that only the dance with death can bring.
Equally intoxicating is the moment of her enemy's demise. As their ship breaks apart under her guns, as escape pods jettison in desperate flight, as another pilot's ambitions crumble to wreckage and debris, she experiences a satisfaction so profound it borders on the religious. Each kill feeds a hunger that can never truly be sated - the need to witness life's fragility, to be the architect of another's final moment, to stand victorious where others have fallen.
She is death's acolyte and life's predator, forever chasing that perfect instant when existence hangs by the thinnest thread, whether her own or her victim's.