0.58
Roark Togenada
16d ago
Aug 8, 2025(0y)
Aug 8, 2026(112d)
Combat
Kills0
Losses29
Efficiency0%
ISK
Destroyed0
Lost274.87m
ISK Eff.0%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points0
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Caldari
Deteis
0.58
Roark Togenada
Last Active
16d ago
Birthday
Aug 8, 2025 (0 years old)
Next Birthday
Aug 8, 2026 (112 days)
Combat
Kills0
Losses29
Efficiency0%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed0
Lost274.87m
ISK Efficiency0%
Balance-274865022
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points0
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
No data available
Bio
Pilot Name: Roark Togenada
Age: 27
Hair: White
Eyes: Brown
Education: State War Academy
Political Alignment: Conservative Amarrian / Moderate Khaldari
Black Coffee
"Say amen, say amend. anyways." - Ocean Vuong
"Brr, I'm freezing cold, brr, my rhymes are old - My bro, Jordan
The devil came to me as a shark surfing underwater, I counted the edges, fins, the curves between itself and the 'air' it breathes... I always knew the mark of the beast was "666", or so I've been told. But this, this beast, had a new mark.
777
"...and so I gave up surfing and ran some shit back" The lunch table erupts in laughter as I take the coldest sip of week old coffee. Some strange alchemy sustains it's flavor much more than the suram wrap with weak resins of whatever post-it note was used to adhere, or previously adhere a nametag to it.
'So, when are you back to work, Merc?' my best friend says to me, a glimmer of hope in his eyes as they caress my arm. 'Looks like you've been working out quite a bit -- we could really use you back on the force'
Age: 27
Hair: White
Eyes: Brown
Education: State War Academy
Political Alignment: Conservative Amarrian / Moderate Khaldari
Black Coffee
"Say amen, say amend. anyways." - Ocean Vuong
"Brr, I'm freezing cold, brr, my rhymes are old - My bro, Jordan
The devil came to me as a shark surfing underwater, I counted the edges, fins, the curves between itself and the 'air' it breathes... I always knew the mark of the beast was "666", or so I've been told. But this, this beast, had a new mark.
777
"...and so I gave up surfing and ran some shit back" The lunch table erupts in laughter as I take the coldest sip of week old coffee. Some strange alchemy sustains it's flavor much more than the suram wrap with weak resins of whatever post-it note was used to adhere, or previously adhere a nametag to it.
'So, when are you back to work, Merc?' my best friend says to me, a glimmer of hope in his eyes as they caress my arm. 'Looks like you've been working out quite a bit -- we could really use you back on the force'
Dashboard
Stats
Kills0
Losses20
Efficiency0%
ISK Destroyed0
ISK Lost190.11m
ISK Efficiency0%
Solo Kills0
Solo Losses10
NPC Losses0
Blob Factor0
Active TimezoneUSTZ
Final Blows0
Points0
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: - Bait (11x)
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