Amarr
Amarr
4.20
Beware Doom
Last Active:
1 day ago
Birthday:
Jul 18, 2025 (0 years old)
Next Birthday:
Jul 18, 2026 (321 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
2
Losses
1
Efficiency
66.7%
Danger Ratio
66.7%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
380.77M ISK
ISK Lost
8.61B ISK
ISK Efficiency
4.2%
ISK Balance
-8,224,774,152 ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
0
Solo Losses
0
Solo Kill Ratio
0.0%
Solo Efficiency
0%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
0
NPC Loss Ratio
0.0
Avg. Kills/Day
0.0
Activity
Minimal
Character Biography
小心末日
他的烈焰永不熄灭，他的吞食永远得不到满足，他的杀戮无人能够制裁——路西法带给他的敌人的只有末日。手持燃焰魔剑，掠夺生灵魂魄，他是堕落使者，曾是暗之国度备受敬畏的将军，却因蔑视之罪而被放逐——他拒绝向任何人下跪。
佤什昂多的丧钟六次为他敲响。他的翅膀受到六十六次烙印之刑，直到只剩下烧焦的残翼。失去双翼之后，他尖叫着坠向大地。落到了沙漠中的一个火山口，失落的乐园。现在他出招毫不留情，也无需理由，在七片黑暗领土上，只有他能自由行动。受到无法摆脱的欲望束缚，被难以想象的天赋所扭曲，末日使者所到之处既是地狱。蔑视世间一切。最终，世界将归于末日。
Beware Doom
He that burns and is not consumed, devours and is never sated, kills and is beyond all judgment--Lucifer brings doom to all who would stand against him. Bearing away souls on the tip of a fiery sword, he is the Fallen One, a once-favored general from the realm behind the light, cast out for the sin of defiance: he would not kneel.
Six times his name was tolled from the great bell of Vashundol. Six and sixty times his wings were branded, until only smoking stumps remained. Without wings, he slipped loose from the tethers that bound him within the light and he fell screaming to earth. A crater in the desert, Paradise lost. Now he attacks without mercy, without motive, the only living being able to move freely between the seven dark dominions. Lashed by inescapable needs, twisted by unimaginable talents, Doom carries his own hell with him wherever he goes. Defiant to the last. Eventually, the world will belong to Doom.
他的烈焰永不熄灭，他的吞食永远得不到满足，他的杀戮无人能够制裁——路西法带给他的敌人的只有末日。手持燃焰魔剑，掠夺生灵魂魄，他是堕落使者，曾是暗之国度备受敬畏的将军，却因蔑视之罪而被放逐——他拒绝向任何人下跪。
佤什昂多的丧钟六次为他敲响。他的翅膀受到六十六次烙印之刑，直到只剩下烧焦的残翼。失去双翼之后，他尖叫着坠向大地。落到了沙漠中的一个火山口，失落的乐园。现在他出招毫不留情，也无需理由，在七片黑暗领土上，只有他能自由行动。受到无法摆脱的欲望束缚，被难以想象的天赋所扭曲，末日使者所到之处既是地狱。蔑视世间一切。最终，世界将归于末日。
Beware Doom
He that burns and is not consumed, devours and is never sated, kills and is beyond all judgment--Lucifer brings doom to all who would stand against him. Bearing away souls on the tip of a fiery sword, he is the Fallen One, a once-favored general from the realm behind the light, cast out for the sin of defiance: he would not kneel.
Six times his name was tolled from the great bell of Vashundol. Six and sixty times his wings were branded, until only smoking stumps remained. Without wings, he slipped loose from the tethers that bound him within the light and he fell screaming to earth. A crater in the desert, Paradise lost. Now he attacks without mercy, without motive, the only living being able to move freely between the seven dark dominions. Lashed by inescapable needs, twisted by unimaginable talents, Doom carries his own hell with him wherever he goes. Defiant to the last. Eventually, the world will belong to Doom.