5.02
noneofnine
Aug 15, 2018
Dec 7, 2008(17y)
Dec 7, 2026(93d)
Combat
Kills1,817
Losses225
Efficiency89%
ISK
Destroyed1.46t
Lost15.75b
ISK Eff.99%
Solo
Solo Kills20
Solo Ratio1%
Final Blows166
Combat Points1,817
Other
NPC Losses19
NPC Loss Ratio8%
Avg Kills/Day0.28
ActivityInactive
Caldari
Achura
5.02
noneofnine
Last Active
Aug 15, 2018
Birthday
Dec 7, 2008 (17 years old)
Next Birthday
Dec 7, 2026 (93 days)
Combat
Kills1,817
Losses225
Efficiency89%
Danger Ratio92%
ISK
Destroyed1.46t
Lost15.75b
ISK Efficiency99%
Balance+1.44t
Solo
Solo Kills20
Solo Ratio1%
Final Blows166
Combat Points1,817
Other
NPC Losses19
NPC Loss Ratio8%
Avg Kills/Day0.28
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
26/JAN/2010 @ 04:30am \o/
Through me the way is to the city dolent;
Through me the way is to eternal dole;
Through me the way among the people lost.
Justice incited my sublime Creator;
Created me divine Omnipotence,
The highest Wisdom and the primal Love.
Before me there were no created things,
Only eterne, and I eternal last.
"All hope abandon, ye who enter in!"
These words in sombre colour I beheld
Written upon the summit of a gate
Here all suspicion needs must be abandoned,
All cowardice must needs be here extinct
Languages diverse, horrible dialects,
Accents of anger, words of agony,
And voices high and hoarse, with sound of hands,
Made up a tumult that goes whirling on
For ever in that air for ever black,
Shields are like clothes: the first thing to come off.
Armor is like a men's part: works better when hardened.
Structure is like a woman's counterpart: once you're in it, you're screwed
Through me the way is to the city dolent;
Through me the way is to eternal dole;
Through me the way among the people lost.
Justice incited my sublime Creator;
Created me divine Omnipotence,
The highest Wisdom and the primal Love.
Before me there were no created things,
Only eterne, and I eternal last.
"All hope abandon, ye who enter in!"
These words in sombre colour I beheld
Written upon the summit of a gate
Here all suspicion needs must be abandoned,
All cowardice must needs be here extinct
Languages diverse, horrible dialects,
Accents of anger, words of agony,
And voices high and hoarse, with sound of hands,
Made up a tumult that goes whirling on
For ever in that air for ever black,
Shields are like clothes: the first thing to come off.
Armor is like a men's part: works better when hardened.
Structure is like a woman's counterpart: once you're in it, you're screwed
Dashboard
Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Aug 2018
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -