1.96
Grim Streaker
Oct 14, 2017
Jan 10, 2007(19y)
Jan 10, 2027(104d)
Combat
Kills315
Losses138
Efficiency70%
ISK
Destroyed112.42b
Lost9.12b
ISK Eff.92%
Solo
Solo Kills12
Solo Ratio4%
Final Blows53
Combat Points315
Other
NPC Losses13
NPC Loss Ratio9%
Avg Kills/Day0.04
ActivityInactive
Caldari
Achura
1.96
Grim Streaker
Last Active
Oct 14, 2017
Birthday
Jan 10, 2007 (19 years old)
Next Birthday
Jan 10, 2027 (104 days)
Combat
Kills315
Losses138
Efficiency70%
Danger Ratio91%
ISK
Destroyed112.42b
Lost9.12b
ISK Efficiency92%
Balance+103.30b
Solo
Solo Kills12
Solo Ratio4%
Final Blows53
Combat Points315
Other
NPC Losses13
NPC Loss Ratio9%
Avg Kills/Day0.04
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953
Dashboard
Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Oct 2017
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -