Beth Sinclair
- Creato il
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- Prossimo compleanno
- …
- Ultima attività
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- Security status
- 5.00
Scheda di combattimento
Numeri da eve-kill, di tutta la carriera
Combattimento
- Kill
- 7
- Perdite
- 11
- Efficienza
- 39%
- Indice di pericolo
- 100%
ISK
- Distrutti
- 6.02B
- Persi
- 2.57B
- Efficienza ISK
- 70%
- Bilancio
- +3.45B
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 1
- Percentuale solo
- 14%
- Colpi finali
- 2
- Punti
- 27
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 0
- Quota perdite NPC
- 0%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni
Danni inflitti140.3K
Danni subiti445.5K
Rapporto danni24%
Profilo operativo
Come combatte, con chi e contro chi — ultimi 90 giorni
Attività
Cosa vola e dove combatte
I più preziosi
Chi incontra
Chi uccide, da chi viene ucciso e cosa perde
ClassificheUltimi 90g
Scafi persiUltimi 90g
Perdite suddivise per classe di scafo.
Carriera
Le corporazioni attraversate, dalla più recente
Bio in gioco
Beth Sinclair – The Iron Hand of Team Schwifty
In the endless warzones of nullsec, where empires rise and collapse with the swing of fleets and the fall of citadels, one truth has become undeniable: power does not belong to those who shout the loudest, but to those who feed the war machine. Beth Sinclair embodies that truth.
She is not simply another pilot lost among the stars — she is the commander and tactical architect of Team Schwifty, the industrial core that fuels fleets, feeds markets, and bends the economy of entire regions to its will. Where her allies see salvation, her enemies see only ruin. For what Beth provides is not mercy. What she provides is inevitability.
Team Schwifty does not march with banners — it moves in shadows of spreadsheets and supply chains, ensuring that every fleet that undocks under her banner does so with full cargo holds, fresh ammunition, and doctrine ships ready in numbers that defy chance. To friendlies, it is the silent blessing of strength renewed. To enemies, it is the curse of facing an opponent that never seems to tire, never seems to run dry, never seems to stop.
Every module, every hull, every market order that emerges under her command is not random trade. It is strategy. Beth Sinclair wages war not only with ships and guns, but with economics, logistics, and foresight. She does not ask how many ships can be lost — she ensures that no matter how many fall, more will rise to take their place.
And so her enemies find themselves caught in a battle they cannot win. For every fleet destroyed, another emerges. For every citadel reinforced, another stands ready to replace it. Where others see empty markets and starvation, Beth leaves abundance for her allies and a void for her rivals.
This is not coincidence. It is design. It is doctrine. It is war by other means.
Beth Sinclair has turned industry into a weapon sharper than any blade and more enduring than any fleet doctrine. She has made logistics the hammer of inevitability and markets the anvil of conquest.
Allies call her work a blessing — enemies curse her name as the tide that drowns them. But none can deny the truth: where Beth Sinclair and Team Schwifty stand, allies prosper… and enemies perish.
In the endless warzones of nullsec, where empires rise and collapse with the swing of fleets and the fall of citadels, one truth has become undeniable: power does not belong to those who shout the loudest, but to those who feed the war machine. Beth Sinclair embodies that truth.
She is not simply another pilot lost among the stars — she is the commander and tactical architect of Team Schwifty, the industrial core that fuels fleets, feeds markets, and bends the economy of entire regions to its will. Where her allies see salvation, her enemies see only ruin. For what Beth provides is not mercy. What she provides is inevitability.
Team Schwifty does not march with banners — it moves in shadows of spreadsheets and supply chains, ensuring that every fleet that undocks under her banner does so with full cargo holds, fresh ammunition, and doctrine ships ready in numbers that defy chance. To friendlies, it is the silent blessing of strength renewed. To enemies, it is the curse of facing an opponent that never seems to tire, never seems to run dry, never seems to stop.
Every module, every hull, every market order that emerges under her command is not random trade. It is strategy. Beth Sinclair wages war not only with ships and guns, but with economics, logistics, and foresight. She does not ask how many ships can be lost — she ensures that no matter how many fall, more will rise to take their place.
And so her enemies find themselves caught in a battle they cannot win. For every fleet destroyed, another emerges. For every citadel reinforced, another stands ready to replace it. Where others see empty markets and starvation, Beth leaves abundance for her allies and a void for her rivals.
This is not coincidence. It is design. It is doctrine. It is war by other means.
Beth Sinclair has turned industry into a weapon sharper than any blade and more enduring than any fleet doctrine. She has made logistics the hammer of inevitability and markets the anvil of conquest.
Allies call her work a blessing — enemies curse her name as the tide that drowns them. But none can deny the truth: where Beth Sinclair and Team Schwifty stand, allies prosper… and enemies perish.