Jun 1, 2026
Jan 1, 2007(19y)
Jan 1, 2027(115d)
Combat
Kills427
Losses264
Efficiency62%
ISK
Destroyed133.87b
Lost14.68b
ISK Eff.90%
Solo
Solo Kills11
Solo Ratio3%
Final Blows39
Combat Points423
Other
NPC Losses25
NPC Loss Ratio9%
Avg Kills/Day0.06
ActivityInactive
Gallente
Jin-Mei
5.00
Elvarda
Priory Of The Lemon[PRIO]
Sigma Grindset[5IGMA]<color=#ffff00ff>Team White Stiletto</color> <color=#ff00ff00>Director Lemon</color>
Last Active
Jun 1, 2026
Birthday
Jan 1, 2007 (19 years old)
Next Birthday
Jan 1, 2027 (115 days)
Combat
Kills427
Losses264
Efficiency62%
Danger Ratio91%
ISK
Destroyed133.87b
Lost14.68b
ISK Efficiency90%
Balance+119.19b
Solo
Solo Kills11
Solo Ratio3%
Final Blows39
Combat Points423
Other
NPC Losses25
NPC Loss Ratio9%
Avg Kills/Day0.06
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
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Chapter II
Burnt is the landscape.
I stand proud and behold this.
Their churches have been burnt,
Sick and perverted desecrations have been done.
Their regime has ended.
It is time for the northern heritage to return.
It will create a dark and violent age
Where no Christian life shall be spared.
I find myself in a puddle of blood,
Knowing it was an illusion.
As I drop lifeless to the floor.
Follow my footprints of blood.
Leave everything behind you
And step into my reality.
Where no happiness is found.
Feel the wind torment your skin.
Feel the sun burn your skin and turn to stone.
Feel my razorblades tongue
And cut yourself deep and desirably.
Let the blood run in an overflowing stream
And submit to my suicide and yours.
Nothing but death in this life is certain
Chapter II
Burnt is the landscape.
I stand proud and behold this.
Their churches have been burnt,
Sick and perverted desecrations have been done.
Their regime has ended.
It is time for the northern heritage to return.
It will create a dark and violent age
Where no Christian life shall be spared.
I find myself in a puddle of blood,
Knowing it was an illusion.
As I drop lifeless to the floor.
Follow my footprints of blood.
Leave everything behind you
And step into my reality.
Where no happiness is found.
Feel the wind torment your skin.
Feel the sun burn your skin and turn to stone.
Feel my razorblades tongue
And cut yourself deep and desirably.
Let the blood run in an overflowing stream
And submit to my suicide and yours.
Nothing but death in this life is certain
Dashboard
Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Jun 2026
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -