3.98
ishitturtles
Aug 6, 2019
May 1, 2009(17y)
May 1, 2027(327d)
Combat
Kills6
Losses79
Efficiency7%
ISK
Destroyed198.22m
Lost6.30b
ISK Eff.3%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows3
Points6
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Caldari
Deteis
3.98
ishitturtles
Last Active
Aug 6, 2019
Birthday
May 1, 2009 (17 years old)
Next Birthday
May 1, 2027 (327 days)
Combat
Kills6
Losses79
Efficiency7%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed198.22m
Lost6.30b
ISK Efficiency3%
Balance-6101956534
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows3
Points6
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
No data available
Bio
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold:
And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,
When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green,
That host with their banners at sunset were seen:
Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown,
That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
For the Angel of death spreads his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of his foe as he passed,
And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!
And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,
But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride:
And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,
And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.
his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold:
And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,
When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green,
That host with their banners at sunset were seen:
Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown,
That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
For the Angel of death spreads his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of his foe as he passed,
And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!
And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,
But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride:
And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,
And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.
Dashboard
Stats
Kills0
Losses0
Efficiency0%
ISK Destroyed0
ISK Lost0
ISK Efficiency0%
Solo Kills0
Solo Losses0
NPC Losses0
Blob Factor0
Active TimezoneUSTZ
Final Blows0
Points0
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -