-0.20
Maelstrom Solasten
Jun 3, 2020
Dec 14, 2016(9y)
Dec 14, 2026(100d)
Combat
Kills524
Losses122
Efficiency81%
ISK
Destroyed757.21b
Lost20.92b
ISK Eff.97%
Solo
Solo Kills30
Solo Ratio6%
Final Blows101
Combat Points524
Other
NPC Losses8
NPC Loss Ratio7%
Avg Kills/Day0.15
ActivityInactive
Gallente
Gallente
-0.20
Maelstrom Solasten
Last Active
Jun 3, 2020
Birthday
Dec 14, 2016 (9 years old)
Next Birthday
Dec 14, 2026 (100 days)
Combat
Kills524
Losses122
Efficiency81%
Danger Ratio93%
ISK
Destroyed757.21b
Lost20.92b
ISK Efficiency97%
Balance+736.29b
Solo
Solo Kills30
Solo Ratio6%
Final Blows101
Combat Points524
Other
NPC Losses8
NPC Loss Ratio7%
Avg Kills/Day0.15
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
Do not go gentle into that good night - Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dashboard
Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Jun 2020
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -