Jul 4, 2020
Dec 27, 2017(8y)
Dec 27, 2026(116d)
Combat
Kills947
Losses90
Efficiency91%
ISK
Destroyed1.09t
Lost10.64b
ISK Eff.99%
Solo
Solo Kills47
Solo Ratio5%
Final Blows120
Combat Points947
Other
NPC Losses1
NPC Loss Ratio1%
Avg Kills/Day0.30
ActivityInactive
Minmatar
Vherokior
2.83
Last Active
Jul 4, 2020
Birthday
Dec 27, 2017 (8 years old)
Next Birthday
Dec 27, 2026 (116 days)
Combat
Kills947
Losses90
Efficiency91%
Danger Ratio99%
ISK
Destroyed1.09t
Lost10.64b
ISK Efficiency99%
Balance+1.08t
Solo
Solo Kills47
Solo Ratio5%
Final Blows120
Combat Points947
Other
NPC Losses1
NPC Loss Ratio1%
Avg Kills/Day0.30
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.
The desert was the apotheosis of all deserts, huge, standing to the sky for what looked like eternity in all directions.
It was white and blinding and waterless and without feature save for the faint, cloudy haze of the mountains which sketched themselves on the horizon and the devil-grass which brought sweet dreams, nightmares, death.
An occasional tombstone sign pointed the way, for once the drifted track that cut its way through the thick crust of alkali had been a highway. Coaches and buckas had followed it. The world had moved on since then. The world had emptied.
The desert was the apotheosis of all deserts, huge, standing to the sky for what looked like eternity in all directions.
It was white and blinding and waterless and without feature save for the faint, cloudy haze of the mountains which sketched themselves on the horizon and the devil-grass which brought sweet dreams, nightmares, death.
An occasional tombstone sign pointed the way, for once the drifted track that cut its way through the thick crust of alkali had been a highway. Coaches and buckas had followed it. The world had moved on since then. The world had emptied.
Dashboard
Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Jul 2020
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -