3.45
Dena DiStellar
Nov 6, 2016
May 26, 2008(18y)
May 26, 2027(282d)
Combat
Kills281
Losses116
Efficiency71%
ISK
Destroyed69.24b
Lost23.32b
ISK Eff.75%
Solo
Solo Kills6
Solo Ratio2%
Final Blows46
Points281
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.04
ActivityInactive
Gallente
Jin-Mei
3.45
Dena DiStellar
Last Active
Nov 6, 2016
Birthday
May 26, 2008 (18 years old)
Next Birthday
May 26, 2027 (282 days)
Combat
Kills281
Losses116
Efficiency71%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed69.24b
Lost23.32b
ISK Efficiency75%
Balance+45.92b
Solo
Solo Kills6
Solo Ratio2%
Final Blows46
Points281
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.04
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
This is the dark time, just about midnight
friday the thirteenth no way left to fight
thursday was the best day, the future was bright
saturday the first day, of the rest of my life
High Flight (John Gillespie Magee, Jr.)
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air....
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace.
Where never lark or even eagle flew —
And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
friday the thirteenth no way left to fight
thursday was the best day, the future was bright
saturday the first day, of the rest of my life
High Flight (John Gillespie Magee, Jr.)
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air....
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace.
Where never lark or even eagle flew —
And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
Dashboard
Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Nov 2016
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -