-0.91
Oct 25, 2020
Mar 26, 2010(16y)
Mar 26, 2027(197d)
Combat
Kills40
Losses61
Efficiency40%
ISK
Destroyed43.42b
Lost2.45b
ISK Eff.95%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows6
Combat Points40
Other
NPC Losses5
NPC Loss Ratio8%
Avg Kills/Day0.01
ActivityInactive
Minmatar
Brutor
-0.91
Last Active
Oct 25, 2020
Birthday
Mar 26, 2010 (16 years old)
Next Birthday
Mar 26, 2027 (197 days)
Combat
Kills40
Losses61
Efficiency40%
Danger Ratio92%
ISK
Destroyed43.42b
Lost2.45b
ISK Efficiency95%
Balance+40.98b
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows6
Combat Points40
Other
NPC Losses5
NPC Loss Ratio8%
Avg Kills/Day0.01
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dashboard
Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Oct 2020
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -