0.20Arien Serinde
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Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 1
- Losses
- 4
- Efficiency
- 20%
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
ISK
- Destroyed
- 397.3M
- Lost
- 708K
- ISK Efficiency
- 100%
- Balance
- +396.6M
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 0
- Solo Ratio
- 0%
- Final Blows
- 0
- Points
- 1
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage
Damage Dealt54.0K
Damage Taken4.3K
Damage Ratio93%
Combat profile
How they fight, with whom and against whom — last 90 days
Activity
What they fly and where they fight
ShipsThis week
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SystemsThis week
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Most Valuable
Matchups
Who they kill, who kills them, what they lose
Top ListsLast 90 days
Hulls Lost
Losses broken down by hull class.
Career
Corporations flown for, most recent first
1st Strategic Intelligence Expeditionary FleetSince Tuesday, 5 May 20200 Kills0 Losses
Sebiestor TribeSince Tuesday, 5 May 20200 Kills0 Losses
ArvernienSince Saturday, 21 March 20150 Kills4 Losses
Avernien.Since Saturday, 28 February 20150 Kills0 Losses
Estel Arador Corp ServicesSince Thursday, 19 February 20150 Kills0 Losses
Volantis IndustriesSince Tuesday, 23 December 20140 Kills0 Losses
Taur-Nu-FuinSince Wednesday, 29 October 20140 Kills0 Losses
Republic UniversitySince Friday, 12 September 20140 Kills0 Losses
In-game bio
New Eden is a big place. So big that when you yell for help, no one will ever hear you. Even if you attached a microwarp drive to the wavelength of your voice, it is not enough to stop the universe from forgetting who you are.
You see, I would scream and scream. I would hope and hope. And I would doubt and doubt. What I had done to survive thus far had failed me. Maybe this is this what deserved for allowing myself to be passed between Amarr slave lords? How could it when I was trapped. My captors took me from my home. Maybe I should have put up a fight so that they could have killed me like the other girls in my colony's school.
What if this is the peace I deserved? To die slowly, in the cold of space, amongst the bodies and wrecks of those that enslaved me. My heart does feel calm, but my spirit tells me that I am destined for more.
My capsule's life support is at 1% when I saw a final darkness fill my confined space. A bright light spontaneously fills it. I am being pulled by some kind of ship that looks like a cigar. Is it a sleeper? Is this my end? My body as a vessel for these ancient beings?
No.
I heard an overwhelming boom and roar as the shields of this vessel were hit by lasers.
Salvation!
A white knight. Several of them. They swarmed these vessels and destroyed them. Yet in my excitement, I heard it. Errrrrrrr. I life support systems of the capsule were depleted. Time to take my final breath and hope.
Then there I awoke. Naked. Wet. I felt anew. Clean air. Gravity. As I opened my eyes, a figure approached me. He put his arm out holding a towel. I tried to reach, but my arms failed to understand my desire. He knelt down and put it over me breast and stomach.
"You're safe now. We're with the 1st Strategic Intelligence Expeditionary Fleet."
I am not one to believe that there is a god. Or destiny. Or any kind of higher power. But after that day, I felt that this was my home. I may not believe in the mission, but I know that where I stand now I have a means to reach those voices silenced by the depth and expanse of New Eden.
You see, I would scream and scream. I would hope and hope. And I would doubt and doubt. What I had done to survive thus far had failed me. Maybe this is this what deserved for allowing myself to be passed between Amarr slave lords? How could it when I was trapped. My captors took me from my home. Maybe I should have put up a fight so that they could have killed me like the other girls in my colony's school.
What if this is the peace I deserved? To die slowly, in the cold of space, amongst the bodies and wrecks of those that enslaved me. My heart does feel calm, but my spirit tells me that I am destined for more.
My capsule's life support is at 1% when I saw a final darkness fill my confined space. A bright light spontaneously fills it. I am being pulled by some kind of ship that looks like a cigar. Is it a sleeper? Is this my end? My body as a vessel for these ancient beings?
No.
I heard an overwhelming boom and roar as the shields of this vessel were hit by lasers.
Salvation!
A white knight. Several of them. They swarmed these vessels and destroyed them. Yet in my excitement, I heard it. Errrrrrrr. I life support systems of the capsule were depleted. Time to take my final breath and hope.
Then there I awoke. Naked. Wet. I felt anew. Clean air. Gravity. As I opened my eyes, a figure approached me. He put his arm out holding a towel. I tried to reach, but my arms failed to understand my desire. He knelt down and put it over me breast and stomach.
"You're safe now. We're with the 1st Strategic Intelligence Expeditionary Fleet."
I am not one to believe that there is a god. Or destiny. Or any kind of higher power. But after that day, I felt that this was my home. I may not believe in the mission, but I know that where I stand now I have a means to reach those voices silenced by the depth and expanse of New Eden.