5.00Pilota
Carpenter Lamp
MinmatarSebiestor
Corporazione[S-TSS] Steele Technology and Security SolutionsNessuna alleanza- Kill
- 51
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 91
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 80%
- ISK distrutti
- 14.53B
- +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
- 51
- Perdite
- 91
- Indice di pericolo
- 92%
- Colpi finali
- 7
- Punti
- 50
ISK
- Distrutti
- 14.53B
- Persi
- 3.70B
- Bilancio
- +10.83B
- Efficienza ISK
- 80%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 6
- Percentuale solo
- 12%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 7
- Quota perdite NPC
- 8%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti1.2M
Rapporto danni · 78%
Danni subiti340.2K
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
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.