4.20
Wargore
Apr 7, 2020
Sep 14, 2005(20y)
Sep 14, 2026(115d)
Combat
Kills721
Losses116
Efficiency86%
ISK
Destroyed3.10t
Lost16.93b
ISK Eff.99%
Solo
Solo Kills4
Solo Ratio1%
Final Blows50
Points721
Other
NPC Losses12
NPC Loss Ratio10%
Avg Kills/Day0.10
ActivityInactive
Caldari
Civire
4.20
Wargore
Last Active
Apr 7, 2020
Birthday
Sep 14, 2005 (20 years old)
Next Birthday
Sep 14, 2026 (115 days)
Combat
Kills721
Losses116
Efficiency86%
Danger Ratio90%
ISK
Destroyed3.10t
Lost16.93b
ISK Efficiency99%
Balance+3.08t
Solo
Solo Kills4
Solo Ratio1%
Final Blows50
Points721
Other
NPC Losses12
NPC Loss Ratio10%
Avg Kills/Day0.10
ActivityInactive
No data available
Bio
At first a noisome pack
I am the rancid mark that devours making man
Once upon a whimpering babe
I am the murderer's hand that wields the blade of regicide
Oh Babylon thou harlot
Succubus of a thousand suitors
I am the foetid stench of thy burning hag's embrace
A perverse incubation
I am the olive branch corrupt with venomous asps
Around their neck the noose draws tight
A knot of thorns felling holy men and kings
I am the vile countenance of the gibbet's grasp
Of what was wrought and where was spent the seed
I am the black spider, the splinter within our minds
Fill your mouth with the foul earth
Suffocate on the souls
I am the messiah of famine and (f)lies
Grim brilliance in frost
Desolation made flesh
I am the son of darkness and death
And as I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death
I shall fear no evil, for Baaltzelmoth is with me
His scythe smites all my enemies
And his 7 keys open the gates leading beyond this prison so foul
Death bringer
Death dealer
Whose might even the pale raped moon reflects
Thorn-crowned master, scythe wielder
Bearer of the serpent's mark
By your left hand green was stained red to bring forth the Black
For to kill one is to murder all
The mark on your brow is the sign I follow and bear
Show me the secrets of seed, root and fruit
To harvest from the tree of knowledge
Before the final reaping lead by Death's sinistral hand
From below the first grave mound
At the crossroad of life and death
The gates within were opened without
The great black cross stands solemn upon the skull and the crossed bones
And the mysteries whispered by the dwellers within thee
with the signing of the first dead
In Death
Through blood and incense burning in snake shapes
* CAUTION * This Games May Cause Severe Side Effects Anger, crying, drowsyness, dry mouth, red eyes, restless leg syndrom, backproblems, headaches, migraines, sleep deprevation/insomnia, familly issues, lazyness, lack of physical interaction with fellow human beings, lack of hygene, irratibility to loud noises, children and animals, seizures, nocternal like behavior, false sense of self esteem, bladder disfunction, constipation, suicide/death and may cause uncontrolable rage when user gets scammed or loses an asset, Homicidal behavior towards other eve player.
I am the rancid mark that devours making man
Once upon a whimpering babe
I am the murderer's hand that wields the blade of regicide
Oh Babylon thou harlot
Succubus of a thousand suitors
I am the foetid stench of thy burning hag's embrace
A perverse incubation
I am the olive branch corrupt with venomous asps
Around their neck the noose draws tight
A knot of thorns felling holy men and kings
I am the vile countenance of the gibbet's grasp
Of what was wrought and where was spent the seed
I am the black spider, the splinter within our minds
Fill your mouth with the foul earth
Suffocate on the souls
I am the messiah of famine and (f)lies
Grim brilliance in frost
Desolation made flesh
I am the son of darkness and death
And as I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death
I shall fear no evil, for Baaltzelmoth is with me
His scythe smites all my enemies
And his 7 keys open the gates leading beyond this prison so foul
Death bringer
Death dealer
Whose might even the pale raped moon reflects
Thorn-crowned master, scythe wielder
Bearer of the serpent's mark
By your left hand green was stained red to bring forth the Black
For to kill one is to murder all
The mark on your brow is the sign I follow and bear
Show me the secrets of seed, root and fruit
To harvest from the tree of knowledge
Before the final reaping lead by Death's sinistral hand
From below the first grave mound
At the crossroad of life and death
The gates within were opened without
The great black cross stands solemn upon the skull and the crossed bones
And the mysteries whispered by the dwellers within thee
with the signing of the first dead
In Death
Through blood and incense burning in snake shapes
* CAUTION * This Games May Cause Severe Side Effects Anger, crying, drowsyness, dry mouth, red eyes, restless leg syndrom, backproblems, headaches, migraines, sleep deprevation/insomnia, familly issues, lazyness, lack of physical interaction with fellow human beings, lack of hygene, irratibility to loud noises, children and animals, seizures, nocternal like behavior, false sense of self esteem, bladder disfunction, constipation, suicide/death and may cause uncontrolable rage when user gets scammed or loses an asset, Homicidal behavior towards other eve player.
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Active TimezoneUSTZ
Final Blows0
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -