5.00
Teadrinker
Dec 6, 2013
Jan 1, 1970(56y)
Jan 1, 2027(110d)
Combat
Kills3
Losses22
Efficiency12%
ISK
Destroyed81.29m
Lost2.86b
ISK Eff.3%
Solo
Solo Kills2
Solo Ratio67%
Final Blows2
Combat Points3
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Gallente
Gallente
5.00
Teadrinker
The Instrumentality[YTILA]Commissioner
Last Active
Dec 6, 2013
Birthday
Jan 1, 1970 (56 years old)
Next Birthday
Jan 1, 2027 (110 days)
Combat
Kills3
Losses22
Efficiency12%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed81.29m
Lost2.86b
ISK Efficiency3%
Balance-2778918981
Solo
Solo Kills2
Solo Ratio67%
Final Blows2
Combat Points3
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
I did not remember exactly what I had done. But there were five dead guards at my feet, and a dying Duke. Absently, I stooped to draw the silk scarf from around the ducal neck, and began to wipe the blood from my sabre. It was the habit of military orderliness, and nothing more. Such things keep us sane when we would scream in horror of our true selves. "Fetch me a cup of tea from our host's kitchen, Jakob", I said quietly to my aide, who had seen it all. He too required a task to soothe his mind.
And so it was that when the rest of my company pounded into the audience hall, I was standing in a growing lake of blood, sipping tea from a three hundred year old china cup. My hand did not shake; this I know. A sudden cold anger froze my heart. I pointed my sabre at them, bloody cloth still draped over the guard. "Why is it that my blade alone is red amongst us all?" My voice was rough and low; they flinched, to a man.
That is the day they began to call me "The Teadrinker".
And so it was that when the rest of my company pounded into the audience hall, I was standing in a growing lake of blood, sipping tea from a three hundred year old china cup. My hand did not shake; this I know. A sudden cold anger froze my heart. I pointed my sabre at them, bloody cloth still draped over the guard. "Why is it that my blade alone is red amongst us all?" My voice was rough and low; they flinched, to a man.
That is the day they began to call me "The Teadrinker".
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Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Dec 2013
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -