2.25
Rampant Hellknight
May 27, 2013
Jan 1, 1970(56y)
Jan 1, 2027(133d)
Combat
Kills1
Losses7
Efficiency13%
ISK
Destroyed12.73m
Lost3.92b
ISK Eff.0%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points1
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Caldari
Deteis
2.25
Rampant Hellknight
Last Active
May 27, 2013
Birthday
Jan 1, 1970 (56 years old)
Next Birthday
Jan 1, 2027 (133 days)
Combat
Kills1
Losses7
Efficiency13%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed12.73m
Lost3.92b
ISK Efficiency0%
Balance-3909563943
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points1
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
Unrelenting, their endeavour to rule lives. Teaching you an artificial truth, that you will grieve no more, that you will die no more. Narrow minded mercenaries. slave traders, soul collectors.
Send a promise of distruction to those who will not kneel. derision of the upright ones; as fear devours all doubt's.
But there are so many things i hold beyond their reach, the doom you promised me may come, I'm not afraid. You can not save me, i am the counterweight, no need to save me, for im the counterweight.
And i will grieve no more, i will die no more.
Skyward's, the prayers we sent, of no avail. No fear of death will walk among us. Almost too limb to throw the stones. Marching into darkness, bowed down with grief, and marked by enslavement.
All the prayers we send, of no avail
They went unheard
Of no avail, the lives we gave
Our weakened legs and tattered shoes will cause no sound on icy streets.
Send a promise of distruction to those who will not kneel. derision of the upright ones; as fear devours all doubt's.
But there are so many things i hold beyond their reach, the doom you promised me may come, I'm not afraid. You can not save me, i am the counterweight, no need to save me, for im the counterweight.
And i will grieve no more, i will die no more.
Skyward's, the prayers we sent, of no avail. No fear of death will walk among us. Almost too limb to throw the stones. Marching into darkness, bowed down with grief, and marked by enslavement.
All the prayers we send, of no avail
They went unheard
Of no avail, the lives we gave
Our weakened legs and tattered shoes will cause no sound on icy streets.
Dashboard
Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen May 2013
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -