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Mar 3, 2019
Jan 13, 2007(19y)
Jan 13, 2027(153d)
Combat
Kills24
Losses27
Efficiency47%
ISK
Destroyed2.62b
Lost1.73b
ISK Eff.60%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows3
Points24
Other
NPC Losses11
NPC Loss Ratio41%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Minmatar
Brutor
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Last Active
Mar 3, 2019
Birthday
Jan 13, 2007 (19 years old)
Next Birthday
Jan 13, 2027 (153 days)
Combat
Kills24
Losses27
Efficiency47%
Danger Ratio59%
ISK
Destroyed2.62b
Lost1.73b
ISK Efficiency60%
Balance+886.59m
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows3
Points24
Other
NPC Losses11
NPC Loss Ratio41%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
Fiery the angels fell...
Arthe was born 34 years ago in a slave-camp in the City of God -region. He is no longer able to recall the details - it was one of the gas-heavy planets in the middle of nowhere; in the middle of an endless abyss, and that is all he wants to remember. His youth was particularly harsh - work, sleep and rudimentary food; mostly protein-bars which tasted wooden and smelled like rat-droppings, but contained energy and nutritions which the workers needed. On top of this hellish underworld of caves, coal and rough diamonds stood the habitats of wealthy men; the men who owned the slave-sector and were entitled to the results of the slave-work itself. They had also masqueraded themselves as a legitimate corporation with no traces of slavery to be found. The dark secret lay under the soil itself...
...deep thunder rolled about their shores....
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Arthe was born 34 years ago in a slave-camp in the City of God -region. He is no longer able to recall the details - it was one of the gas-heavy planets in the middle of nowhere; in the middle of an endless abyss, and that is all he wants to remember. His youth was particularly harsh - work, sleep and rudimentary food; mostly protein-bars which tasted wooden and smelled like rat-droppings, but contained energy and nutritions which the workers needed. On top of this hellish underworld of caves, coal and rough diamonds stood the habitats of wealthy men; the men who owned the slave-sector and were entitled to the results of the slave-work itself. They had also masqueraded themselves as a legitimate corporation with no traces of slavery to be found. The dark secret lay under the soil itself...
...deep thunder rolled about their shores....
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Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Mar 2019
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PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
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