2.30Pilota
Ricas Raxor
CaldariDeteis
- Kill
- 39
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 19
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 98%
- ISK distrutti
- 4.19B
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Attività
- Inattivo
- 0 kill/giorno · ultimi 90 giorni
Scheda di combattimento
Numeri da eve-kill, di tutta la carriera
Combattimento
- Kill
- 39
- Perdite
- 19
- Indice di pericolo
- 100%
- Colpi finali
- 4
- Punti
- 39
ISK
- Distrutti
- 4.19B
- Persi
- 88.5M
- Bilancio
- +4.10B
- Efficienza ISK
- 98%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 0
- Percentuale solo
- 0%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 0
- Quota perdite NPC
- 0%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti14.1K
Rapporto danni · 22%
Danni subiti49.2K
Attività
Cosa vola, dove combatte, le ultime kill e perdite
I più preziosi
Le kill più costose del periodo
Chi incontra
Chi uccide, da chi viene ucciso e cosa perde
Ultimi 90g
Uccisi
Ucciso da
Scafi persiPerdite suddivise per classe di scafo.
Bio in gioco
A Caldari Capsuleer’s Origin Story
Ricas Raxor was born in YC92 in the industrial city of Haatomo, a bleak and efficient megacity owned by the SuVee Corporation. His parents were modest factory workers, laboring day and night in SuVee-owned foundries that churned out parts for Caldari warships. There was no luxury, no dreams of grandeur only survival in a corporate machine that valued efficiency above all.
From a young age, Ricas showed a hunger for something more. He saw the SuVee executives living in high-rise towers, controlling the lives of thousands with a single decision. He envied them, not for their wealth, but for their power. The power to rise above the grind.
Ricas enlisted in the Caldari Navy at 18, knowing it was his only path out of the factories. He excelled in tactical simulations and was soon identified for officer training. He climbed the ranks quickly, earning a reputation as a brilliant but ruthless pilot. But he realized that no matter how high he rose, he would always be a cog in someone else’s machine.
Then, the offer came. The Capsuleer Program. It was a one-way transformation—an irreversible procedure that would sever him from normal humanity and grant him near-immortality. The price? Everything. His old life, his family, his ties to the State. But for Ricas, there was no choice. He accepted.
The process was brutal. His biological body was cloned, his consciousness transferred to a fluid router network, and his mind interfaced with a hydrostatic pod. He awoke in darkness, his senses overwhelmed by new input: the vastness of space, the hum of his pod’s systems, the feeling of his own mortality fading into irrelevance.
Ricas Raxor was no longer just a Caldari officer. He was a Capsuleer—a demigod of the stars, feared and revered alike. The corporations whispered in his ear, offering contracts and allegiance. The Guristas, the pirates who defied the State, offered him wealth beyond measure. And beyond them, the lawless depths of null-sec called to him, promising power outside the reach of any government.
Now, at 33, Ricas Raxor flies as an independent. Caldari by birth, but loyal only to himself. He pilots his ship with the cold precision of the State that raised him, yet with the hunger of a man who knows that in New Eden, only power matters.
Ricas Raxor was born in YC92 in the industrial city of Haatomo, a bleak and efficient megacity owned by the SuVee Corporation. His parents were modest factory workers, laboring day and night in SuVee-owned foundries that churned out parts for Caldari warships. There was no luxury, no dreams of grandeur only survival in a corporate machine that valued efficiency above all.
From a young age, Ricas showed a hunger for something more. He saw the SuVee executives living in high-rise towers, controlling the lives of thousands with a single decision. He envied them, not for their wealth, but for their power. The power to rise above the grind.
Ricas enlisted in the Caldari Navy at 18, knowing it was his only path out of the factories. He excelled in tactical simulations and was soon identified for officer training. He climbed the ranks quickly, earning a reputation as a brilliant but ruthless pilot. But he realized that no matter how high he rose, he would always be a cog in someone else’s machine.
Then, the offer came. The Capsuleer Program. It was a one-way transformation—an irreversible procedure that would sever him from normal humanity and grant him near-immortality. The price? Everything. His old life, his family, his ties to the State. But for Ricas, there was no choice. He accepted.
The process was brutal. His biological body was cloned, his consciousness transferred to a fluid router network, and his mind interfaced with a hydrostatic pod. He awoke in darkness, his senses overwhelmed by new input: the vastness of space, the hum of his pod’s systems, the feeling of his own mortality fading into irrelevance.
Ricas Raxor was no longer just a Caldari officer. He was a Capsuleer—a demigod of the stars, feared and revered alike. The corporations whispered in his ear, offering contracts and allegiance. The Guristas, the pirates who defied the State, offered him wealth beyond measure. And beyond them, the lawless depths of null-sec called to him, promising power outside the reach of any government.
Now, at 33, Ricas Raxor flies as an independent. Caldari by birth, but loyal only to himself. He pilots his ship with the cold precision of the State that raised him, yet with the hunger of a man who knows that in New Eden, only power matters.