1.66
Jade Zane
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 20, 2007(18y)
Oct 20, 2026(66d)
Combat
Kills88
Losses25
Efficiency78%
ISK
Destroyed6.14b
Lost4.83b
ISK Eff.56%
Solo
Solo Kills22
Solo Ratio25%
Final Blows50
Points88
Other
NPC Losses2
NPC Loss Ratio8%
Avg Kills/Day0.01
ActivityInactive
Caldari
Achura
1.66
Jade Zane
Last Active
Oct 10, 2018
Birthday
Oct 20, 2007 (18 years old)
Next Birthday
Oct 20, 2026 (66 days)
Combat
Kills88
Losses25
Efficiency78%
Danger Ratio92%
ISK
Destroyed6.14b
Lost4.83b
ISK Efficiency56%
Balance+1.31b
Solo
Solo Kills22
Solo Ratio25%
Final Blows50
Points88
Other
NPC Losses2
NPC Loss Ratio8%
Avg Kills/Day0.01
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
There is a Reaper, whose name is Death,
And, with his sickle keen,
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
And the flowers that grow between.
Shall I have naught that is fair? saith he;
Have naught but the bearded grain?
Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me
I will give them all back again.
He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes,
He kissed their drooping leaves
It was for the Lord of Paradise
He bound them in his sheaves.
My Lord has need of these flowerets gay,
The Reaper said, and smiled
Dear tokens of the earth are they
Where He was once a child.
They shall all bloom in fields of light,
Transplanted by my care
And saints, upon their garments white,
These sacred blossoms wear.
And the mother gave, in tears and pain,
The flowers she most did love
She knew she should find them all again
In the fields of light above.
And, with his sickle keen,
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
And the flowers that grow between.
Shall I have naught that is fair? saith he;
Have naught but the bearded grain?
Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me
I will give them all back again.
He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes,
He kissed their drooping leaves
It was for the Lord of Paradise
He bound them in his sheaves.
My Lord has need of these flowerets gay,
The Reaper said, and smiled
Dear tokens of the earth are they
Where He was once a child.
They shall all bloom in fields of light,
Transplanted by my care
And saints, upon their garments white,
These sacred blossoms wear.
And the mother gave, in tears and pain,
The flowers she most did love
She knew she should find them all again
In the fields of light above.
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Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Oct 2018
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PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -