5.01
Hadrian Tenkiller
Jan 27, 2018
Mar 15, 2006(20y)
Mar 15, 2027(278d)
Combat
Kills64
Losses24
Efficiency73%
ISK
Destroyed14.66b
Lost8.00b
ISK Eff.65%
Solo
Solo Kills1
Solo Ratio2%
Final Blows11
Points64
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.01
ActivityInactive
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Deteis
5.01
Hadrian Tenkiller
Last Active
Jan 27, 2018
Birthday
Mar 15, 2006 (20 years old)
Next Birthday
Mar 15, 2027 (278 days)
Combat
Kills64
Losses24
Efficiency73%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed14.66b
Lost8.00b
ISK Efficiency65%
Balance+6.66b
Solo
Solo Kills1
Solo Ratio2%
Final Blows11
Points64
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.01
ActivityInactive
No data available
Bio
Before you is the challenge you have set for yourself. Rise to meet it or die in flames, anguish and anonymity.
If it doesn't hurt, you're not doing it right.
I have given my breath to gray old Death and I will never die.
Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.
I breathe rage and its crimson mist settles about me coloring my vision hazy red. My eyes roll and I become blind beyond the reach of my threshing fist. Glory is the fusion of movement with aggresion, the bliss of violent motion. Seeming entropy but with a mote of order, a single command: Make havoc. Dance mayhem, revel, yell, scream madness at the moon. Fluid, rolling, implacable; an engine of martial mastery oiled with the blood of the fallen. The blazing furnace within my breast tempered by my animal mind drives me to rage while the throbbing heart pounds out the beat and pattern of this fit of liquid violence.
If it doesn't hurt, you're not doing it right.
I have given my breath to gray old Death and I will never die.
Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.
I breathe rage and its crimson mist settles about me coloring my vision hazy red. My eyes roll and I become blind beyond the reach of my threshing fist. Glory is the fusion of movement with aggresion, the bliss of violent motion. Seeming entropy but with a mote of order, a single command: Make havoc. Dance mayhem, revel, yell, scream madness at the moon. Fluid, rolling, implacable; an engine of martial mastery oiled with the blood of the fallen. The blazing furnace within my breast tempered by my animal mind drives me to rage while the throbbing heart pounds out the beat and pattern of this fit of liquid violence.
Dashboard
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Losses0
Efficiency0%
ISK Destroyed0
ISK Lost0
ISK Efficiency0%
Solo Kills0
Solo Losses0
NPC Losses0
Blob Factor0
Active TimezoneUSTZ
Final Blows0
Points0
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -