4.16
Luther Lansfeld
Mar 1, 2014
Jan 1, 1970(56y)
Jan 1, 2027(106d)
Combat
Kills33
Losses0
Efficiency100%
ISK
Destroyed9.30b
Lost0
ISK Eff.100%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows6
Combat Points33
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Gallente
Gallente
4.16
Luther Lansfeld
Last Active
Mar 1, 2014
Birthday
Jan 1, 1970 (56 years old)
Next Birthday
Jan 1, 2027 (106 days)
Combat
Kills33
Losses0
Efficiency100%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed9.30b
Lost0
ISK Efficiency100%
Balance+9.30b
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows6
Combat Points33
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the air-
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.
It may be he shall take my hand
And lead me into his dark land
And close my eyes and quench my breath-
It may be I shall pass him still.
I have a rendezvous with Death
On some scarred slope of battered hill,
When Spring comes round again this year
And the first meadow-flowers appear.
God knows 'twere better to be deep
Pillowed in silk and scented down,
Where love throbs out in blissful sleep,
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
Where hushed awakenings are dear...
But I've a rendezvous with Death
At midnight in some flaming town,
When Spring trips north again this year,
And I to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail that rendezvous.
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the air-
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.
It may be he shall take my hand
And lead me into his dark land
And close my eyes and quench my breath-
It may be I shall pass him still.
I have a rendezvous with Death
On some scarred slope of battered hill,
When Spring comes round again this year
And the first meadow-flowers appear.
God knows 'twere better to be deep
Pillowed in silk and scented down,
Where love throbs out in blissful sleep,
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
Where hushed awakenings are dear...
But I've a rendezvous with Death
At midnight in some flaming town,
When Spring trips north again this year,
And I to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail that rendezvous.
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Last seen Mar 2014
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PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
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