0.10
Raiden Echerie
Nov 17, 2017
Feb 3, 2011(15y)
Feb 3, 2027(173d)
Combat
Kills7
Losses47
Efficiency13%
ISK
Destroyed3.70b
Lost5.45b
ISK Eff.40%
Solo
Solo Kills3
Solo Ratio43%
Final Blows3
Points7
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Gallente
Gallente
0.10
Raiden Echerie
Last Active
Nov 17, 2017
Birthday
Feb 3, 2011 (15 years old)
Next Birthday
Feb 3, 2027 (173 days)
Combat
Kills7
Losses47
Efficiency13%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed3.70b
Lost5.45b
ISK Efficiency40%
Balance-1754150022
Solo
Solo Kills3
Solo Ratio43%
Final Blows3
Points7
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
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 Nov 2017
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -