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Odin Stuntman
Mar 28, 2026
Jan 1, 1970(56y)
Jan 1, 2027(197d)
Combat
Kills37
Losses73
Efficiency34%
ISK
Destroyed5.61b
Lost7.72b
ISK Eff.42%
Solo
Solo Kills2
Solo Ratio5%
Final Blows8
Points37
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
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5.00
Odin Stuntman
Last Active
Mar 28, 2026
Birthday
Jan 1, 1970 (56 years old)
Next Birthday
Jan 1, 2027 (197 days)
Combat
Kills37
Losses73
Efficiency34%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed5.61b
Lost7.72b
ISK Efficiency42%
Balance-2119331385
Solo
Solo Kills2
Solo Ratio5%
Final Blows8
Points37
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
No data available
Bio
...See! see! (I cried) she tacks no more!
Hither to work us weal;
Without a breeze, without a tide,
She steadies with upright keel!
The western wave was all a-flame
The day was well nigh done;
When that strange shape drove suddenly
Betwixt us and the Sun
And straight the Sun was flecked with bars,
(Heaven's Mother send us grace!)
As if through a dungeon-grate he peered
With broad and burning face.
Alas, (quoth I, and my heart beat loud)
How fast she nears and nears!
Are those her sails that glance in the Sun,
Like restless gossameres?
Are those her ribs through which the Sun
Doth peer, as through a grate?
And is that woman all her crew?
Is death that woman's mate?
Her lips were red, her looks were free,
Her locks were yellow as gold;
Her skin was white as leprosy,
The nightmare life-in-death was she,
Who thicks man's blood with cold.
Hither to work us weal;
Without a breeze, without a tide,
She steadies with upright keel!
The western wave was all a-flame
The day was well nigh done;
When that strange shape drove suddenly
Betwixt us and the Sun
And straight the Sun was flecked with bars,
(Heaven's Mother send us grace!)
As if through a dungeon-grate he peered
With broad and burning face.
Alas, (quoth I, and my heart beat loud)
How fast she nears and nears!
Are those her sails that glance in the Sun,
Like restless gossameres?
Are those her ribs through which the Sun
Doth peer, as through a grate?
And is that woman all her crew?
Is death that woman's mate?
Her lips were red, her looks were free,
Her locks were yellow as gold;
Her skin was white as leprosy,
The nightmare life-in-death was she,
Who thicks man's blood with cold.
Dashboard
Stats
Kills0
Losses1
Efficiency0%
ISK Destroyed0
ISK Lost65.18m
ISK Efficiency0%
Solo Kills0
Solo Losses0
NPC Losses0
Blob Factor0
Active TimezoneUSTZ
Final Blows0
Points0
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
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