5.00Pilot
Carpenter Lamp
MinmatarSebiestor
- Kills
- 51
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 91
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 80%
- ISK destroyed
- 14.53B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 51
- Losses
- 91
- Danger Ratio
- 92%
- Final Blows
- 7
- Points
- 50
ISK
- Destroyed
- 14.53B
- Lost
- 3.70B
- Balance
- +10.83B
- ISK Efficiency
- 80%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 6
- Solo Ratio
- 12%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 7
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 8%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt1.2M
Damage Ratio · 78%
Damage Taken340.2K
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
Reciprocating God's love is paramount.
Sebiestor born on a remote mining outpost on the Republic’s fringes, where Thukker caravans frequented. Amarr raids left him rootless — the ritual tattoos of his clan left incomplete.
He holds a quiet, personal faith, yet remains deeply jaded by every institution that has ever claimed to speak for God. He believes the divine is real; he simply refuses to let any empire or hierarchy stand between him and it. That conviction leaves him at odds with both the Republic’s secular bitterness and the Empire’s heavy theocracy.
He is drawn to the Gallente ideal of personal freedom while rejecting their moral drift, and feels a cautious curiosity toward the Khanid Kingdom — faith and martial discipline without the full weight of imperial control. Between these poles he serves no flag. He works as an independent mercenary specializing in armed escort missions, deniable strikes, and high-risk runs. He refuses fleet command, freighting, and espionage, accepting only clean contracts with clear payment and no lasting entanglements.
The work has left its own marks. In private he carries a low, persistent guilt for the things he has done and the times he looked away. His conscience tells him much of the violence is wrong, yet he keeps searching for a personal honor code or theological justification that might still make it allowable — or for a form of repentance that could finally absolve it. This quiet struggle is part of why he has begun declining certain kinds of contracts. He does not confess to any priest and does not let the conflict stop him from working, but the weight of long self-reflection has given him a surprising philosophical depth. He is quiet, calculating, and far better read than most who share his profession, often found with worn texts on theology, ethics, and the nature of freedom.
Dressed in sharp matte-black, Lamp keeps his word to those who pay promptly and never accepts blame for others’ mistakes. In the dim stations and backwater bars of New Eden he remains a ghost in black — Minmatar by blood, faithful in private, and loyal only to the freedom that lets him answer to God, or clients, on his own terms.