1.77
Phawx
Feb 12, 2019
Jun 13, 2017(9y)
Jun 13, 2027(301d)
Combat
Kills377
Losses56
Efficiency87%
ISK
Destroyed114.71b
Lost18.65b
ISK Eff.86%
Solo
Solo Kills36
Solo Ratio10%
Final Blows127
Points377
Other
NPC Losses20
NPC Loss Ratio36%
Avg Kills/Day0.11
ActivityInactive
Gallente
Gallente
1.77
Phawx
Last Active
Feb 12, 2019
Birthday
Jun 13, 2017 (9 years old)
Next Birthday
Jun 13, 2027 (301 days)
Combat
Kills377
Losses56
Efficiency87%
Danger Ratio64%
ISK
Destroyed114.71b
Lost18.65b
ISK Efficiency86%
Balance+96.07b
Solo
Solo Kills36
Solo Ratio10%
Final Blows127
Points377
Other
NPC Losses20
NPC Loss Ratio36%
Avg Kills/Day0.11
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
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.
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 Feb 2019
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -