Rannae
Brutor Tribe [B] Last ActiveJul 30, 2013
BirthdayJan 1, 1970 (56 years old)
Next BirthdayJan 1, 2027 (78 days)
Combat
Kills12
Losses9
Efficiency57%
Danger Ratio78%
ISK
Destroyed616.10m
Lost994.91m
ISK Efficiency38%
Balance-378806820
Solo
Solo Kills6
Solo Ratio50%
Final Blows9
Combat Points12
Other
NPC Losses2
NPC Loss Ratio22%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
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Bio
It is very cold in space...
Gathered closely all around, We few who have been asked.
Nerves abound, all around. We bravely face our task.
Too few we are, but all that's had. And luck would see us through.
Wistful dreaming, Wishful thinking. We have far too much to prove.
All listen close to learn the word. O're line and verse we pour.
Rook takes Knight, To show their might. The stratagem of war.
Time goes by, as time is wont. We leave it all behind.
Blindly sought, Dearly bought. Our learning we will mind.
The horn of battle blows at last, The great and mighty roar.
Moonlight gleaming, Breath is streaming, From our metal steeds of war.
Thunder peels the stars from night, Like Titans in the heavens.
Tears of strain, Tears of pain, We fall among our bretheren.
I gasp for breath, My time is done. I can't but wonder why.
Blinding light, But still I fight, Yet fear that I must die.
And though sight fades, I see my fate,
It's very cold in space...
Gathered closely all around, We few who have been asked.
Nerves abound, all around. We bravely face our task.
Too few we are, but all that's had. And luck would see us through.
Wistful dreaming, Wishful thinking. We have far too much to prove.
All listen close to learn the word. O're line and verse we pour.
Rook takes Knight, To show their might. The stratagem of war.
Time goes by, as time is wont. We leave it all behind.
Blindly sought, Dearly bought. Our learning we will mind.
The horn of battle blows at last, The great and mighty roar.
Moonlight gleaming, Breath is streaming, From our metal steeds of war.
Thunder peels the stars from night, Like Titans in the heavens.
Tears of strain, Tears of pain, We fall among our bretheren.
I gasp for breath, My time is done. I can't but wonder why.
Blinding light, But still I fight, Yet fear that I must die.
And though sight fades, I see my fate,
It's very cold in space...
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