TheNightbringer
May 25, 2014
Jan 1, 1970(56y)
Jan 1, 2027(157d)
Combat
Kills56
Losses30
Efficiency65%
ISK
Destroyed17.00b
Lost3.86b
ISK Eff.81%
Solo
Solo Kills11
Solo Ratio20%
Final Blows23
Points56
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
TheNightbringer
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Last Active
May 25, 2014
Birthday
Jan 1, 1970 (56 years old)
Next Birthday
Jan 1, 2027 (157 days)
Combat
Kills56
Losses30
Efficiency65%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed17.00b
Lost3.86b
ISK Efficiency81%
Balance+13.13b
Solo
Solo Kills11
Solo Ratio20%
Final Blows23
Points56
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
REAL NAME:
Lee 'Wilky' Wilkinson
OCCUPATION:
Ex British Army Soldier now truck driver
"its wondrous" he breathed.
Kasimir nodded as the Nightbringer gripped the side of the sarcophogus and pulled itself upwards. Slowly ts massive head cleared the edge of its tomb and Kasimir de Valtos stared into the face of death.
Uriel had a barely percieved vision of a gaunt, mouldering face with twin pits of yellow glowing weakly from within. There was insanity and a raging, unquenchable thirst for suffering in those eyes. A cloak of ghostly darkness hid its true form, a pair of rotted, bandage swathed arms reaching from its nebulous outline. One limb ended in long, grave dirt encrusted talons, the other in what appeared to be a huge blade of unatural darkness, angled like a vast scythe.
As the creature rose to its full height, Uriel saw that it towered above the mortals beneath it. With Swirling eddies of darkness at its base.
Lee 'Wilky' Wilkinson
OCCUPATION:
Ex British Army Soldier now truck driver
"its wondrous" he breathed.
Kasimir nodded as the Nightbringer gripped the side of the sarcophogus and pulled itself upwards. Slowly ts massive head cleared the edge of its tomb and Kasimir de Valtos stared into the face of death.
Uriel had a barely percieved vision of a gaunt, mouldering face with twin pits of yellow glowing weakly from within. There was insanity and a raging, unquenchable thirst for suffering in those eyes. A cloak of ghostly darkness hid its true form, a pair of rotted, bandage swathed arms reaching from its nebulous outline. One limb ended in long, grave dirt encrusted talons, the other in what appeared to be a huge blade of unatural darkness, angled like a vast scythe.
As the creature rose to its full height, Uriel saw that it towered above the mortals beneath it. With Swirling eddies of darkness at its base.
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Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen May 2014
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -