0.90Lord Marshalll
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- Security Status
- 0.90
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 0
- Losses
- 9
- Efficiency
- 0%
- Danger Ratio
- 56%
ISK
- Destroyed
- 0
- Lost
- 479.3M
- ISK Efficiency
- 0%
- Balance
- -479.3M
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 0
- Solo Ratio
- 0%
- Final Blows
- 0
- Points
- 0
Other
- NPC Losses
- 4
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 44%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage
Damage Dealt0
Damage Taken27.8K
Damage Ratio0%
Combat profile
How they fight, with whom and against whom — last 90 days
Activity
What they fly and where they fight
Most Valuable
Matchups
Who they kill, who kills them, what they lose
Top ListsLast 90d
Hulls LostLast 90d
Losses broken down by hull class.
Career
Corporations flown for, most recent first
BlueSun Interstellar Mining ConsortiumSince Friday, 30 May 20250 Kills7 Losses
AliastraSince Saturday, 26 May 20120 Kills7 Losses
Kobol Defense ForceSince Monday, 19 March 20120 Kills0 Losses
Intaki Liberation FrontSince Saturday, 12 April 20080 Kills0 Losses
Center for Advanced StudiesSince Friday, 11 April 20080 Kills0 Losses
In-game bio
Corporation: Bluesun Interstellar Mining Consortium
In the shadowed belts of New Eden, Lord Marshalll is a name whispered quietly—a capsuleer of enigmatic origins leading the Bluesun Interstellar Mining Consortium. Few know the truth: beneath the title lies a figure once known as Shran, a battle-hardened commander from a distant frontier, now cloaked in secrecy to escape a past of interstellar conflict. Retiring to the stars under the guise of Lord Marshalll, he has forged a new life, his piercing gaze and steely resolve tempered by a need to remain unseen.
Inspired by the cunning Ferengi, whose knack for profit and survival resonates deeply, Marshalll founded Bluesun Interstellar Mining Consortium to carve out wealth from New Eden’s asteroid fields. The corp, small but tenacious, reflects his vision: a lean operation of miners and industrialists, their Ventures stripping belts. Marshalll’s Ferengi-inspired pragmatism drives Bluesun’s deals—whether bartering Veldspar in Dodixie or outwitting rivals in low-sec. Yet, he remains in the shadows, directing operations from his Orca, Blue Horizon, a ship rumored to house secrets as deep as its cargo holds.
Marshalll’s leadership is understated but firm, his crew loyal to a man who values results over glory. Whispers among them hint at his past—tales of a bold commander who once stood shoulder-to-shoulder with a legendary captain, a human whose name began with an A, known for forging unlikely alliances. These stories are dismissed as spacer myths, but Marshalll’s faint smirk suggests otherwise. When pressed, he deflects, speaking only of ore yields and market margins.
In New Eden’s chaos, Lord Marshalll plays the long game, his Ferengi admiration shaping a dream of quiet wealth. Bluesun’s miners toil under his watchful eye, their resolve as unyielding as the rocks they break. To those who deal with him, he’s a shrewd industrialist; to those who pry too closely, a ghost with a past best left buried. One thing is certain: the stars hide many secrets, and Lord Marshalll intends to keep his among them.
In the shadowed belts of New Eden, Lord Marshalll is a name whispered quietly—a capsuleer of enigmatic origins leading the Bluesun Interstellar Mining Consortium. Few know the truth: beneath the title lies a figure once known as Shran, a battle-hardened commander from a distant frontier, now cloaked in secrecy to escape a past of interstellar conflict. Retiring to the stars under the guise of Lord Marshalll, he has forged a new life, his piercing gaze and steely resolve tempered by a need to remain unseen.
Inspired by the cunning Ferengi, whose knack for profit and survival resonates deeply, Marshalll founded Bluesun Interstellar Mining Consortium to carve out wealth from New Eden’s asteroid fields. The corp, small but tenacious, reflects his vision: a lean operation of miners and industrialists, their Ventures stripping belts. Marshalll’s Ferengi-inspired pragmatism drives Bluesun’s deals—whether bartering Veldspar in Dodixie or outwitting rivals in low-sec. Yet, he remains in the shadows, directing operations from his Orca, Blue Horizon, a ship rumored to house secrets as deep as its cargo holds.
Marshalll’s leadership is understated but firm, his crew loyal to a man who values results over glory. Whispers among them hint at his past—tales of a bold commander who once stood shoulder-to-shoulder with a legendary captain, a human whose name began with an A, known for forging unlikely alliances. These stories are dismissed as spacer myths, but Marshalll’s faint smirk suggests otherwise. When pressed, he deflects, speaking only of ore yields and market margins.
In New Eden’s chaos, Lord Marshalll plays the long game, his Ferengi admiration shaping a dream of quiet wealth. Bluesun’s miners toil under his watchful eye, their resolve as unyielding as the rocks they break. To those who deal with him, he’s a shrewd industrialist; to those who pry too closely, a ghost with a past best left buried. One thing is certain: the stars hide many secrets, and Lord Marshalll intends to keep his among them.