0.54
Sep 6, 2020
Sep 3, 2020(5y)
Sep 3, 2026(96d)
Combat
Kills0
Losses17
Efficiency0%
ISK
Destroyed0
Lost194.98m
ISK Eff.0%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points0
Other
NPC Losses5
NPC Loss Ratio29%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Amarr
Ni-Kunni
0.54
Last Active
Sep 6, 2020
Birthday
Sep 3, 2020 (5 years old)
Next Birthday
Sep 3, 2026 (96 days)
Combat
Kills0
Losses17
Efficiency0%
Danger Ratio71%
ISK
Destroyed0
Lost194.98m
ISK Efficiency0%
Balance-194977765
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points0
Other
NPC Losses5
NPC Loss Ratio29%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
No data available
Bio
Born the middle son of a middle son--Lion, the familial animal traditionally associated with that status--luck was the only way to rise to the top of anything. Skill there was in abundance, both above and below, and while that skill was carefully distilled and administered in a characteristically Theocentric and firm way, it was received only moderately. It wasn't until the golden crowning that this Lion (VII) permanganate saw his stars change. Auspicious stars indeed, and with the careful and graceful reapplication of the skill, adventure was there in those selfsame stars.
The fields of temperate and lush Oris did nothing to propel the fire burning in the heart of the middling cub, and it seems good now to look back upon day the rushed and tilted coronet was held over his eldest brother's head on that dark day. His father in a rich tritanium casket and his sisters in mourning samite, he gazed at the stars again. Where would fate draw this minor Leo? Seventh in line, but of what middling tenancies and holdings?
The capsul\xe9d training was an exciting plunge, and the cloning process was almost flawless. Lion had finally seen a way out of the moderacy and mediocrity of the middle pride, and his eyes shone with the easy glisten of one who cannot fail. The old AZOR pride, slowly becoming decadent in the miasma of prosperity and the horseleech's two proverbial daughters, will now have been shattered by this cub.
See his meteoric rise and struggle to reclaim some fire for his pride from the ever-burning cosmic background.
The fields of temperate and lush Oris did nothing to propel the fire burning in the heart of the middling cub, and it seems good now to look back upon day the rushed and tilted coronet was held over his eldest brother's head on that dark day. His father in a rich tritanium casket and his sisters in mourning samite, he gazed at the stars again. Where would fate draw this minor Leo? Seventh in line, but of what middling tenancies and holdings?
The capsul\xe9d training was an exciting plunge, and the cloning process was almost flawless. Lion had finally seen a way out of the moderacy and mediocrity of the middle pride, and his eyes shone with the easy glisten of one who cannot fail. The old AZOR pride, slowly becoming decadent in the miasma of prosperity and the horseleech's two proverbial daughters, will now have been shattered by this cub.
See his meteoric rise and struggle to reclaim some fire for his pride from the ever-burning cosmic background.
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Efficiency0%
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ISK Lost0
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: -