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Loki Nagato
Jul 6, 2019
Sep 27, 2017(8y)
Sep 27, 2026(110d)
Combat
Kills28
Losses8
Efficiency78%
ISK
Destroyed17.02b
Lost501.52m
ISK Eff.97%
Solo
Solo Kills1
Solo Ratio4%
Final Blows5
Points28
Other
NPC Losses1
NPC Loss Ratio13%
Avg Kills/Day0.01
ActivityInactive
Gallente
Intaki
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Loki Nagato
Last Active
Jul 6, 2019
Birthday
Sep 27, 2017 (8 years old)
Next Birthday
Sep 27, 2026 (110 days)
Combat
Kills28
Losses8
Efficiency78%
Danger Ratio88%
ISK
Destroyed17.02b
Lost501.52m
ISK Efficiency97%
Balance+16.52b
Solo
Solo Kills1
Solo Ratio4%
Final Blows5
Points28
Other
NPC Losses1
NPC Loss Ratio13%
Avg Kills/Day0.01
ActivityInactive
No data available
Bio
The bodyguard nodded and picked up one of the trays, holding its bottom with one hand and lifting the top up with the other. There, sitting in a pool of dark blood, was the head of Bob.
“I did get it right, didn’t I?” Loki mockingly asked Cain. “I heard that a silver platter is traditional.” The Outlaw's thin lips drew back over his teeth in a pale grin. “Are you sure you won’t sit for dinner?”
Cain stared at the severed bloody offering, leaning forward to examine it. A man’s worst enemies are those, of his own house and family. The tough skin of the corpse’s neck was ragged, as if his head had been hacked at and sawed off, rather than cleanly severed. His small, glassy eyes stared at nothing. A thick brownish tongue hung out the side of his mouth. The young man met the dead man’s unseeing gaze. And he who makes his law a curse, by his own law shall surely die.
“I did get it right, didn’t I?” Loki mockingly asked Cain. “I heard that a silver platter is traditional.” The Outlaw's thin lips drew back over his teeth in a pale grin. “Are you sure you won’t sit for dinner?”
Cain stared at the severed bloody offering, leaning forward to examine it. A man’s worst enemies are those, of his own house and family. The tough skin of the corpse’s neck was ragged, as if his head had been hacked at and sawed off, rather than cleanly severed. His small, glassy eyes stared at nothing. A thick brownish tongue hung out the side of his mouth. The young man met the dead man’s unseeing gaze. And he who makes his law a curse, by his own law shall surely die.
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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: -