0.86
Feb 26, 2012
Jan 1, 1970(56y)
Jan 1, 2027(129d)
Combat
Kills0
Losses5
Efficiency0%
ISK
Destroyed0
Lost59.84m
ISK Eff.0%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points0
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Caldari
Deteis
0.86
Talan Mabata
Last Active
Feb 26, 2012
Birthday
Jan 1, 1970 (56 years old)
Next Birthday
Jan 1, 2027 (129 days)
Combat
Kills0
Losses5
Efficiency0%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed0
Lost59.84m
ISK Efficiency0%
Balance-59839867
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points0
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
Talan's eyes began to wander, lost in the heavens, chasing his thoughts around the asteroids. The faint light of the mining laser, and the hypnotic humming of the computer weighed upon his eyelids. His "cramped, ice cold" chair was getting more comfortable by the minute, the double-shift he so casually accepted pulling him ever deeper into the chair's depths.
A yellow light flickers briefly. Talan puffs the musty cigar perched in the corner of his mouth back to life, coughing lightly as he rubs the sleep from his eyes. "Another boring run." He thinks aloud, a grin creeping across his face. Not two months ago he was salvaging pirate trash just to keep his boat in the air. Now, the ore from one run like this could buy him 10 frigates just like his old junker, "rest in peace, baby." He mutters, his fingers absent-mindedly tracing the scar on his cheek.
"...Like a pack of wolves they descended, baying of their victory, fangs dripping in anticipation of the bloodletting to come..."
A yellow light flickers briefly. Talan puffs the musty cigar perched in the corner of his mouth back to life, coughing lightly as he rubs the sleep from his eyes. "Another boring run." He thinks aloud, a grin creeping across his face. Not two months ago he was salvaging pirate trash just to keep his boat in the air. Now, the ore from one run like this could buy him 10 frigates just like his old junker, "rest in peace, baby." He mutters, his fingers absent-mindedly tracing the scar on his cheek.
"...Like a pack of wolves they descended, baying of their victory, fangs dripping in anticipation of the bloodletting to come..."
Dashboard
Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Feb 2012
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -