3.87
Apr 11, 2015
Jun 6, 2003(23y)
Jun 6, 2027(240d)
Combat
Kills0
Losses22
Efficiency0%
ISK
Destroyed0
Lost930.97m
ISK Eff.0%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Combat Points0
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Minmatar
Sebiestor
3.87
Last Active
Apr 11, 2015
Birthday
Jun 6, 2003 (23 years old)
Next Birthday
Jun 6, 2027 (240 days)
Combat
Kills0
Losses22
Efficiency0%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed0
Lost930.97m
ISK Efficiency0%
Balance-930968149
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Combat Points0
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
My mother worked on a dungheap where she rolled turds into little balls and sold them as fertilizer.
She gave birth to me in a hole that she hollowed out in the dryer part of the pile.
I was nursed at first, kept hidden during the day to prevent me being eaten. As I was weaned on corn and peanuts, seeds, and other hard to digest materials, I grew strong.
My mother could not talk, She only uttered "P00P" occasionally. This eventually became my name.
I was five when she finally died of a major tapeworm infestation,
I was discovered by a group of artists that made religious statues out of excrement. I was soon put to work hauling dung for the artists.
Brought up in these harsh conditions, my body's immune system became very strong. Although I make Typhoid Mary look like a "little problem", I'm the man if you need something delivered to the local quarentined colony.
She gave birth to me in a hole that she hollowed out in the dryer part of the pile.
I was nursed at first, kept hidden during the day to prevent me being eaten. As I was weaned on corn and peanuts, seeds, and other hard to digest materials, I grew strong.
My mother could not talk, She only uttered "P00P" occasionally. This eventually became my name.
I was five when she finally died of a major tapeworm infestation,
I was discovered by a group of artists that made religious statues out of excrement. I was soon put to work hauling dung for the artists.
Brought up in these harsh conditions, my body's immune system became very strong. Although I make Typhoid Mary look like a "little problem", I'm the man if you need something delivered to the local quarentined colony.
Dashboard
Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Apr 2015
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -