5.00
Winter Steel
Dec 9, 2012
Feb 25, 1969(57y)
Feb 25, 2027(148d)
Combat
Kills5
Losses4
Efficiency56%
ISK
Destroyed923.87m
Lost1.24b
ISK Eff.43%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows1
Combat Points5
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Minmatar
Sebiestor
5.00
Winter Steel
Colonial Fleet Services[COLON]The Vorpal Bunneh, Mistress Malandanti, Raafa-Kon Rocker, Divergent, Mockingjay, Herder of Kitties
Last Active
Dec 9, 2012
Birthday
Feb 25, 1969 (57 years old)
Next Birthday
Feb 25, 2027 (148 days)
Combat
Kills5
Losses4
Efficiency56%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed923.87m
Lost1.24b
ISK Efficiency43%
Balance-319346884
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows1
Combat Points5
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
"Love. You can learn all the math in the 'verse... but you take a boat in the air that you don't love... she'll shake you off just as sure as the turn of the worlds. Love keeps her in the air when she ought to fall down... tells you she's hurting before she keels. Makes her a home."
"It's a great huge game of chess that's being played - all over the <Verse> - if this is the <Verse> at all, you know... I wouldn't mind being a Pawn, if only I might join - though of course, I should like to be a Queen, at best..."
"I will not be "famous," "great." I will go on adventuring, changing, opening my mind and my eyes, refusing to be stamped and stereotyped. The thing is to free one's self: to let it find its dimensions, not be impeded."
"There comes a time peeps, when the implants cease to sparkle... when the ISK loses its lustre... when the Cap ship becomes a prison... and all that's left is one's love of Matari Chat".
"It's a great huge game of chess that's being played - all over the <Verse> - if this is the <Verse> at all, you know... I wouldn't mind being a Pawn, if only I might join - though of course, I should like to be a Queen, at best..."
"I will not be "famous," "great." I will go on adventuring, changing, opening my mind and my eyes, refusing to be stamped and stereotyped. The thing is to free one's self: to let it find its dimensions, not be impeded."
"There comes a time peeps, when the implants cease to sparkle... when the ISK loses its lustre... when the Cap ship becomes a prison... and all that's left is one's love of Matari Chat".
Dashboard
Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Dec 2012
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -