0.89
Chelya Olyabin
Sep 27, 2009
Jan 1, 1970(56y)
Jan 1, 2027(132d)
Combat
Kills0
Losses3
Efficiency0%
ISK
Destroyed0
Lost137.24m
ISK Eff.0%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points0
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Gallente
Intaki
0.89
Chelya Olyabin
Last Active
Sep 27, 2009
Birthday
Jan 1, 1970 (56 years old)
Next Birthday
Jan 1, 2027 (132 days)
Combat
Kills0
Losses3
Efficiency0%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed0
Lost137.24m
ISK Efficiency0%
Balance-137238074
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points0
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
if we are mark'd to die, we are enow to do our country loss: and if to live, the fewer men, the greater share of honour. God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; it yearns me not if men my garments wear; such outward things dwell not in my desires; but if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
-Wm. Shakespaere, Henry V
How many years are passed since you received this guest, this hapless guest, my son --if really it was he, ill-fated man!-- whom, far from friends and home, fishes devoured in the deep or else on land he fell a prey to beasts and birds. No mother mourned for him and wrapped him in his shroud, nor father either --we who gave him life! Nor did his richly dowered wife, steadfast Penelope, wail by her husband's couch, as the wife should, and close his eyes, though that is the dead man's due.
-Homer, Odyssey
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; it yearns me not if men my garments wear; such outward things dwell not in my desires; but if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
-Wm. Shakespaere, Henry V
How many years are passed since you received this guest, this hapless guest, my son --if really it was he, ill-fated man!-- whom, far from friends and home, fishes devoured in the deep or else on land he fell a prey to beasts and birds. No mother mourned for him and wrapped him in his shroud, nor father either --we who gave him life! Nor did his richly dowered wife, steadfast Penelope, wail by her husband's couch, as the wife should, and close his eyes, though that is the dead man's due.
-Homer, Odyssey
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Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Sep 2009
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PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
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