DoomedSpaceMarine
Feb 8, 2015
Jan 1, 1970(56y)
Jan 1, 2027(139d)
Combat
Kills43
Losses13
Efficiency77%
ISK
Destroyed2.76b
Lost2.24b
ISK Eff.55%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows6
Points43
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
DoomedSpaceMarine
Last Active
Feb 8, 2015
Birthday
Jan 1, 1970 (56 years old)
Next Birthday
Jan 1, 2027 (139 days)
Combat
Kills43
Losses13
Efficiency77%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed2.76b
Lost2.24b
ISK Efficiency55%
Balance+521.66m
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows6
Points43
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
"One angry marine with a handgun and a bad attitude."
...or so the report said, after I assaulted a superior officer and was reassigned. I had been ordered to fire on civilians: but the military wanted my obedience, not my opinion.
I almost died at that Martian outpost: the demons those UAC eggheads had unleashed were fearsome. But I was too tough for Hell to contain, and I fought my way back to Earth, to the infested moon complex: and sealed that portal from the Hell side to save humanity.
"Hell" turned out to be a planet of char and ash and demons, but also industry? Soon a spaceship dropped through the clouds and landed not 50m away: "IBIS" written on its side. A strange pale man, all covered in goo, popped a hatch and started screaming at me about messing with his "PI", and other crazy crap that sounded like science...
...I knew it. Another egghead.
Soon his skull had a Planetary Interaction, and his craft was mine.
Now I search for Earth, for Daisy
Dashboard
Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Feb 2015
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -