4.70
Padraig O'Mahone
Apr 13, 2020
Jan 1, 1970(56y)
Jan 1, 2027(119d)
Combat
Kills85
Losses97
Efficiency47%
ISK
Destroyed16.27b
Lost41.43b
ISK Eff.28%
Solo
Solo Kills12
Solo Ratio14%
Final Blows39
Combat Points85
Other
NPC Losses18
NPC Loss Ratio19%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Gallente
Gallente
4.70
Padraig O'Mahone
Last Active
Apr 13, 2020
Birthday
Jan 1, 1970 (56 years old)
Next Birthday
Jan 1, 2027 (119 days)
Combat
Kills85
Losses97
Efficiency47%
Danger Ratio81%
ISK
Destroyed16.27b
Lost41.43b
ISK Efficiency28%
Balance-25159215337
Solo
Solo Kills12
Solo Ratio14%
Final Blows39
Combat Points85
Other
NPC Losses18
NPC Loss Ratio19%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
Dusters were there first...
It was upon dusters' shoulders, from their toil, that the Federation was built. They ventured into deep space, where others feared to tread, and cut the building blocks of our great republic from the rock.
In the early days, a miner's life could be short. Before there was shielding, a gamma storm could fry you in your cockpit, an errant 'roid could crush your hull like paper. But dusters persevered.
Then the rats came. Miners fought back with anything at hand to defend themselves and their livelyhood. There were myriad ways to die, but the dusters did not falter.
I am a duster, a rock-hound, like my father before me, and his father before him.
I carry on that proud legacy, going where few care to go, gleaning life from lifeless rock.
Everything that we are today, all that we have, exists because dusters were there first...
For the Federation!
It was upon dusters' shoulders, from their toil, that the Federation was built. They ventured into deep space, where others feared to tread, and cut the building blocks of our great republic from the rock.
In the early days, a miner's life could be short. Before there was shielding, a gamma storm could fry you in your cockpit, an errant 'roid could crush your hull like paper. But dusters persevered.
Then the rats came. Miners fought back with anything at hand to defend themselves and their livelyhood. There were myriad ways to die, but the dusters did not falter.
I am a duster, a rock-hound, like my father before me, and his father before him.
I carry on that proud legacy, going where few care to go, gleaning life from lifeless rock.
Everything that we are today, all that we have, exists because dusters were there first...
For the Federation!
Dashboard
Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Apr 2020
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -