Last ActiveOct 20, 2010
BirthdayJan 1, 1970 (56 years old)
Next BirthdayJan 1, 2027 (61 days)
Combat
Kills24
Losses28
Efficiency46%
Danger Ratio93%
ISK
Destroyed3.32b
Lost416.59m
ISK Efficiency89%
Balance+2.90b
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Combat Points24
Other
NPC Losses2
NPC Loss Ratio7%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
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Bio
Just a zealot with a taste for cash
If my random chatter doesn't make sense, get on vent for the other half
The saga of ChristmasMarine.
ChristmasMarine was born into a Khanid family of minor nobility. While his birth status was high in the feudal Empire, his fortunes were not, and he spent much of his early childhood in poverty. This lack of wealth led him to strike out at the wealthier aspects of society, as he believed that his life had been stolen from him. Eventually, in despair, he turned to religion.
To his great disappointment, however, the holy texts held no comfort to him. All he saw was simply another justification of the status quo. With this last, final failing, he sank into drink and despair. However, it was not for long.
One night, after a heavy drinking session, ChristmasMarine was woken by the tapping of a boot against his side. AS he groggily awoke, the swirl of color in his vision solidified into a Gallentean man, who stared
If my random chatter doesn't make sense, get on vent for the other half
The saga of ChristmasMarine.
ChristmasMarine was born into a Khanid family of minor nobility. While his birth status was high in the feudal Empire, his fortunes were not, and he spent much of his early childhood in poverty. This lack of wealth led him to strike out at the wealthier aspects of society, as he believed that his life had been stolen from him. Eventually, in despair, he turned to religion.
To his great disappointment, however, the holy texts held no comfort to him. All he saw was simply another justification of the status quo. With this last, final failing, he sank into drink and despair. However, it was not for long.
One night, after a heavy drinking session, ChristmasMarine was woken by the tapping of a boot against his side. AS he groggily awoke, the swirl of color in his vision solidified into a Gallentean man, who stared
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