Tylor Baron

Science and Trade Institute [STI]

Caldari Civire

Last ActiveNov 22, 2019
BirthdayMar 13, 2019 (7 years old)
Next BirthdayMar 13, 2027 (138 days)

Combat

Kills25

Losses32

Efficiency44%

Danger Ratio97%

ISK

Destroyed8.87b

Lost1.65b

ISK Efficiency84%

Balance+7.22b

Solo

Solo Kills0

Solo Ratio0%

Final Blows2

Combat Points25

Other

NPC Losses1

NPC Loss Ratio3%

Avg Kills/Day0.01

ActivityInactive

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Bio

Don't you ever say Goons just run away
We will always fight you
Your leaders always lie, spinning like a top
We will always fight you.

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It is possible to commit no mistakes, and still lose. That is not a weakness, that is life.

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I
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
“Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!” he said.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

II
“Forward, the Light Brigade!”
Was there a man dismayed?
Not though the soldier knew
Someone had blundered.
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

III
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of hell
Rode the six hundred.

IV
Flashed all their sabres bare,
Flashed as they turned in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wondered.
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right through the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reeled from the sabre stroke
Shattered and sundered.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.

V
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell.
They that had fought so well
Came through the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.

VI
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!

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