Last ActiveJul 23, 2010
BirthdayJan 1, 1970 (56 years old)
Next BirthdayJan 1, 2027 (71 days)
Combat
Kills0
Losses1
Efficiency0%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed0
Lost3.60m
ISK Efficiency0%
Balance-3600789
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Combat Points0
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Loading valuable kills…
Ship ClassesLoading…
Bio
Born in a small dome city in Illinfrik III, Surkule always turmed his face downwards, to the ground. Those lucky days when he could go outside the dome, with his father, he would always return with a shiny or simply colourful stone. His father wasn't approving much, as their flat in the Republican Complex No XI was crammy enough as it was.
By the time he was of age he could boast a total of 943 specimens, not only of fancy stones but also of more mundane rocks. When his father announced that he would give him his old Reaper to fly it to his new home, the "Republic Military School" in Ammold, all he could think was "asteroids".
His first stop on the way there was at an asteroid belt around Illinfrik IV to marvel at those space rocks. He knew that a military career was not for him. As the old song went...
"A miner I was meant to be,
hitting rocks and roaming free"
By the time he was of age he could boast a total of 943 specimens, not only of fancy stones but also of more mundane rocks. When his father announced that he would give him his old Reaper to fly it to his new home, the "Republic Military School" in Ammold, all he could think was "asteroids".
His first stop on the way there was at an asteroid belt around Illinfrik IV to marvel at those space rocks. He knew that a military career was not for him. As the old song went...
"A miner I was meant to be,
hitting rocks and roaming free"
Dashboard
Stats
No activity in the selected period
Loading intel…