2.80
deathsye
Feb 4, 2017
Apr 15, 1969(57y)
Apr 15, 2027(309d)
Combat
Kills12
Losses17
Efficiency41%
ISK
Destroyed260.13m
Lost2.01b
ISK Eff.11%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows1
Points12
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Minmatar
Brutor
2.80
deathsye
Last Active
Feb 4, 2017
Birthday
Apr 15, 1969 (57 years old)
Next Birthday
Apr 15, 2027 (309 days)
Combat
Kills12
Losses17
Efficiency41%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed260.13m
Lost2.01b
ISK Efficiency11%
Balance-1754349558
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows1
Points12
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
No data available
Bio
"I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me, and when my fear is gone, I will turn and face fear's path and only I will remain"
The giantess old in Ironwood sat,
In the east, and bore the brood of Fenrir;
Among these one in monster's guise
Was soon to steal the sun from the sky.
There feeds he full on the flesh of the dead,
And the home of the gods he reddens with gore;
Dark grows the sun, and in summer soon
Come mighty storms: would you know yet more?
On a hill there sat, and smote on his harp,
Eggther the joyous, the giants' warder;
Above him the cock in the bird-wood crowed,
Fair and red did Fjalar stand.
Then to the gods crowed Gollinkambi,
He wakes the heroes in Othin's hall;
And beneath the earth does another crow,
The rust-red bird at the bars of Hel.
And Thus the day of Ragnarok Dawns
The giantess old in Ironwood sat,
In the east, and bore the brood of Fenrir;
Among these one in monster's guise
Was soon to steal the sun from the sky.
There feeds he full on the flesh of the dead,
And the home of the gods he reddens with gore;
Dark grows the sun, and in summer soon
Come mighty storms: would you know yet more?
On a hill there sat, and smote on his harp,
Eggther the joyous, the giants' warder;
Above him the cock in the bird-wood crowed,
Fair and red did Fjalar stand.
Then to the gods crowed Gollinkambi,
He wakes the heroes in Othin's hall;
And beneath the earth does another crow,
The rust-red bird at the bars of Hel.
And Thus the day of Ragnarok Dawns
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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: -