-0.90
Maou Fumetsu no
May 3, 2026
Feb 5, 2020(6y)
Feb 5, 2027(161d)
Combat
Kills1,926
Losses141
Efficiency93%
ISK
Destroyed1.50t
Lost25.73b
ISK Eff.98%
Solo
Solo Kills19
Solo Ratio1%
Final Blows220
Points1,934
Other
NPC Losses8
NPC Loss Ratio6%
Avg Kills/Day0.80
ActivityInactive
Caldari
Deteis
-0.90
Maou Fumetsu no
Last Active
May 3, 2026
Birthday
Feb 5, 2020 (6 years old)
Next Birthday
Feb 5, 2027 (161 days)
Combat
Kills1,926
Losses141
Efficiency93%
Danger Ratio94%
ISK
Destroyed1.50t
Lost25.73b
ISK Efficiency98%
Balance+1.47t
Solo
Solo Kills19
Solo Ratio1%
Final Blows220
Points1,934
Other
NPC Losses8
NPC Loss Ratio6%
Avg Kills/Day0.80
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.
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Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen May 2026
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PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
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