5.00
Ansoh Ohu
Jan 15, 2021(5y)
Jan 15, 2027(153d)
Combat
Kills21
Losses64
Efficiency25%
ISK
Destroyed1.79t
Lost2.12b
ISK Eff.100%
Solo
Solo Kills1
Solo Ratio5%
Final Blows4
Points21
Other
NPC Losses12
NPC Loss Ratio19%
Avg Kills/Day0.01
ActivityInactive
Amarr
Ni-Kunni
5.00
Ansoh Ohu
Birthday
Jan 15, 2021 (5 years old)
Next Birthday
Jan 15, 2027 (153 days)
Combat
Kills21
Losses64
Efficiency25%
Danger Ratio81%
ISK
Destroyed1.79t
Lost2.12b
ISK Efficiency100%
Balance+1.79t
Solo
Solo Kills1
Solo Ratio5%
Final Blows4
Points21
Other
NPC Losses12
NPC Loss Ratio19%
Avg Kills/Day0.01
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
There was a whispering in my hearth,
A sigh of the veldpsar,
Grown wistful of a former rock
It might recall.
I listened for a tale of nebula
And smothered dust,
comet-forests, and the low sly lives
Before the glow of star.
My fire might show steam-phantoms simmer
From Time's old cauldron,
Before the birds made nests in summer,
Or men had children.
But the veldspar were murmuring of their mine,
And moans out there
Of boys that slept wry sleep, and capsuleers
Writhing for air.
And I saw white bones in the cinder-shard,
Bones without number.
Many the muscled bodies charred,
And few remember.
I thought of all that worked dark pits
Of war, and died
Digging the rock where Death reputes
Peace lies indeed.
Comforted years will sit soft-chaired,
In rooms of Omber;
The years will stretch their hands, well-cheered
By our life's ember;
The centuries will burn rich loads
With which we groaned,
Whose warmth shall lull their dreaming lids,
While songs are crooned;
But they will not dream of us poor lads,
Left in the void.
A sigh of the veldpsar,
Grown wistful of a former rock
It might recall.
I listened for a tale of nebula
And smothered dust,
comet-forests, and the low sly lives
Before the glow of star.
My fire might show steam-phantoms simmer
From Time's old cauldron,
Before the birds made nests in summer,
Or men had children.
But the veldspar were murmuring of their mine,
And moans out there
Of boys that slept wry sleep, and capsuleers
Writhing for air.
And I saw white bones in the cinder-shard,
Bones without number.
Many the muscled bodies charred,
And few remember.
I thought of all that worked dark pits
Of war, and died
Digging the rock where Death reputes
Peace lies indeed.
Comforted years will sit soft-chaired,
In rooms of Omber;
The years will stretch their hands, well-cheered
By our life's ember;
The centuries will burn rich loads
With which we groaned,
Whose warmth shall lull their dreaming lids,
While songs are crooned;
But they will not dream of us poor lads,
Left in the void.
Dashboard
Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -