5.00
Jobill Silverwolf
May 4, 2016
Jul 26, 2009(17y)
Jul 26, 2027(363d)
Combat
Kills151
Losses32
Efficiency83%
ISK
Destroyed37.42b
Lost1.71b
ISK Eff.96%
Solo
Solo Kills4
Solo Ratio3%
Final Blows20
Points151
Other
NPC Losses5
NPC Loss Ratio16%
Avg Kills/Day0.02
ActivityInactive
Gallente
Gallente
5.00
Jobill Silverwolf
Last Active
May 4, 2016
Birthday
Jul 26, 2009 (17 years old)
Next Birthday
Jul 26, 2027 (363 days)
Combat
Kills151
Losses32
Efficiency83%
Danger Ratio84%
ISK
Destroyed37.42b
Lost1.71b
ISK Efficiency96%
Balance+35.71b
Solo
Solo Kills4
Solo Ratio3%
Final Blows20
Points151
Other
NPC Losses5
NPC Loss Ratio16%
Avg Kills/Day0.02
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
When the white eagle of the north is flying overhead.
And the browns, reds and golds of autumn; lie in the gutter dead.
Remember then, the summer birds with wings of fire; flaming.
Come to witness springs new hope, born of leaves decaying.
As new life will come from death, love will come at liesure;
love of love, love of life; and giving without measure.....
gives in return, the wonderous yearn of promise; almost seen.
Live hand in hand, and together we will stand.....
on the threshold of a dream.
These words are my only memory from a time before I awoke to find myself encapsulated in a gunk filled pod, begining my new existence as a capsuleer in this insane universe.
It's been over fourty years now, and I am still none the wiser where I am origionally from, or how or why I am here.
Maybe the future will reveal some answers..
And the browns, reds and golds of autumn; lie in the gutter dead.
Remember then, the summer birds with wings of fire; flaming.
Come to witness springs new hope, born of leaves decaying.
As new life will come from death, love will come at liesure;
love of love, love of life; and giving without measure.....
gives in return, the wonderous yearn of promise; almost seen.
Live hand in hand, and together we will stand.....
on the threshold of a dream.
These words are my only memory from a time before I awoke to find myself encapsulated in a gunk filled pod, begining my new existence as a capsuleer in this insane universe.
It's been over fourty years now, and I am still none the wiser where I am origionally from, or how or why I am here.
Maybe the future will reveal some answers..
Dashboard
Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen May 2016
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -