0.81
ForrestFox
Dec 6, 2016
Oct 23, 2003(22y)
Oct 23, 2026(67d)
Combat
Kills3
Losses7
Efficiency30%
ISK
Destroyed517.61m
Lost176.92m
ISK Eff.75%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points3
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Amarr
Amarr
0.81
ForrestFox
Last Active
Dec 6, 2016
Birthday
Oct 23, 2003 (22 years old)
Next Birthday
Oct 23, 2026 (67 days)
Combat
Kills3
Losses7
Efficiency30%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed517.61m
Lost176.92m
ISK Efficiency75%
Balance+340.69m
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points3
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
- Dylan Thomas Earth anno 1950AD
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
- Dylan Thomas Earth anno 1950AD
Dashboard
Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Dec 2016
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -