2.24
Everlast Darkheart
Dec 12, 2018
Sep 14, 2011(14y)
Sep 14, 2026(148d)
Combat
Kills1,038
Losses34
Efficiency97%
ISK
Destroyed1.40t
Lost13.66b
ISK Eff.99%
Solo
Solo Kills1
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows31
Points1,038
Other
NPC Losses6
NPC Loss Ratio18%
Avg Kills/Day0.19
ActivityInactive
Minmatar
Brutor
2.24
Everlast Darkheart
Last Active
Dec 12, 2018
Birthday
Sep 14, 2011 (14 years old)
Next Birthday
Sep 14, 2026 (148 days)
Combat
Kills1,038
Losses34
Efficiency97%
Danger Ratio82%
ISK
Destroyed1.40t
Lost13.66b
ISK Efficiency99%
Balance+1.38t
Solo
Solo Kills1
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows31
Points1,038
Other
NPC Losses6
NPC Loss Ratio18%
Avg Kills/Day0.19
ActivityInactive
No data available
Bio
I live in a WORMHOLE - come visit!
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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
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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
Dashboard
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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: -