5.00
Heshvoon
Sep 7, 2020
Jan 1, 1970(56y)
Jan 1, 2027(156d)
Combat
Kills72
Losses30
Efficiency71%
ISK
Destroyed25.11b
Lost1.86b
ISK Eff.93%
Solo
Solo Kills5
Solo Ratio7%
Final Blows28
Points72
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Caldari
Achura
5.00
Heshvoon
Last Active
Sep 7, 2020
Birthday
Jan 1, 1970 (56 years old)
Next Birthday
Jan 1, 2027 (156 days)
Combat
Kills72
Losses30
Efficiency71%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed25.11b
Lost1.86b
ISK Efficiency93%
Balance+23.25b
Solo
Solo Kills5
Solo Ratio7%
Final Blows28
Points72
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
My Bio?
The details of my bio are quite inconsequential...
Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. T
The details of my bio are quite inconsequential...
Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. T
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Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Sep 2020
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -