4.10
Gerard Amatin
3d ago
May 2, 2017(9y)
May 2, 2027(338d)
Combat
Kills2,009
Losses240
Efficiency89%
ISK
Destroyed1.22t
Lost14.77b
ISK Eff.99%
Solo
Solo Kills56
Solo Ratio3%
Final Blows196
Points2,009
Other
NPC Losses15
NPC Loss Ratio6%
Avg Kills/Day0.61
ActivityHigh
Gallente
Gallente
4.10
Gerard Amatin
Last Active
3d ago
Birthday
May 2, 2017 (9 years old)
Next Birthday
May 2, 2027 (338 days)
Combat
Kills2,009
Losses240
Efficiency89%
Danger Ratio94%
ISK
Destroyed1.22t
Lost14.77b
ISK Efficiency99%
Balance+1.21t
Solo
Solo Kills56
Solo Ratio3%
Final Blows196
Points2,009
Other
NPC Losses15
NPC Loss Ratio6%
Avg Kills/Day0.61
ActivityHigh
Bio
*incomprehensible jumble*
No, those are not words you read - what you see appears to be a few blocks of characters unlike any language you know. It does not even *look* like a language.
Is it encrypted perhaps?
No sooner have you thought that out loud than your onboard computer Aura starts translating:
*start of transmission*
To whoever reads this, I require help!
My life's full story is not relevant - I won't bother you with it. But today's events are different! It is early in the year YC123 on a small well-stocked yet otherwise deserted base on the temperate planet in the remote system GE-8JV that I am approached by one of those 'capsuleers'.
This capsuleer came here with a purpose: to look for me. Upon removal of their helmet I see my face. My own face! And he introduces himself with my name! Shocked I listen to the capsuleer who stole my appearance and name as he starts talking.
After a lengthy monologue, mostly drowned out by threatening explosions that destroy all my means of communication and transportation in this otherwise peaceful tropical paradise, I only recall hearing the phrases "cloning", "identity theft", "intact armor plates" and "please write something for our biography on this device before my ship is out of transmission range if you want me to keep your remaining infrastructure intact".
Taking the hint, I immediately start writing as 'Gerard Amatin' turns and leaves for his ship.
It is a perilous situation. Stuck on this planet with no other means of communication I am in desperate need of your help; I expect that in approximately 5 years I will run out of spiced wine and—-
*end of transmission*
No, those are not words you read - what you see appears to be a few blocks of characters unlike any language you know. It does not even *look* like a language.
Is it encrypted perhaps?
No sooner have you thought that out loud than your onboard computer Aura starts translating:
*start of transmission*
To whoever reads this, I require help!
My life's full story is not relevant - I won't bother you with it. But today's events are different! It is early in the year YC123 on a small well-stocked yet otherwise deserted base on the temperate planet in the remote system GE-8JV that I am approached by one of those 'capsuleers'.
This capsuleer came here with a purpose: to look for me. Upon removal of their helmet I see my face. My own face! And he introduces himself with my name! Shocked I listen to the capsuleer who stole my appearance and name as he starts talking.
After a lengthy monologue, mostly drowned out by threatening explosions that destroy all my means of communication and transportation in this otherwise peaceful tropical paradise, I only recall hearing the phrases "cloning", "identity theft", "intact armor plates" and "please write something for our biography on this device before my ship is out of transmission range if you want me to keep your remaining infrastructure intact".
Taking the hint, I immediately start writing as 'Gerard Amatin' turns and leaves for his ship.
It is a perilous situation. Stuck on this planet with no other means of communication I am in desperate need of your help; I expect that in approximately 5 years I will run out of spiced wine and—-
*end of transmission*
Dashboard
Stats
Kills63
Losses8
Efficiency89%
ISK Destroyed18.33b
ISK Lost623.45m
ISK Efficiency97%
Solo Kills2
Solo Losses1
NPC Losses0
Blob Factor47.73
Active TimezoneEUTZ
Final Blows3
Points63
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleFleet (63 kills)
Solo 3% Small 11% Mid 3% Fleet 62% Blob 21%
Avg Fleet: 47.7 FC: Low Logi Pilot Bait (3x)
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