5.01
Ryan Klebans
Aug 18, 2014
Jan 1, 1970(56y)
Jan 1, 2027(111d)
Combat
Kills3
Losses14
Efficiency18%
ISK
Destroyed789.31m
Lost1.42b
ISK Eff.36%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Combat Points3
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Gallente
Gallente
5.01
Ryan Klebans
EreiTek Inc[EREIT]Rock Hound
Last Active
Aug 18, 2014
Birthday
Jan 1, 1970 (56 years old)
Next Birthday
Jan 1, 2027 (111 days)
Combat
Kills3
Losses14
Efficiency18%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed789.31m
Lost1.42b
ISK Efficiency36%
Balance-631327097
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Combat Points3
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
Let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream.
I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been.
To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen.
They talk of days for which they sit and wait and all will be revealed.
Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, whose sounds caress my ear.
But not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear.
All I see turns to brown, as the sun burns the ground
And my eyes fill with sand, as I scan this wasted land
Trying to find, trying to find where I've been.
Pilot of the storm who leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a dream
Heed the path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream
My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, I will return again
Sure as the dust that floats high in June, when movin' through Kashmir.
Father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years
With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear.
I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been.
To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen.
They talk of days for which they sit and wait and all will be revealed.
Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, whose sounds caress my ear.
But not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear.
All I see turns to brown, as the sun burns the ground
And my eyes fill with sand, as I scan this wasted land
Trying to find, trying to find where I've been.
Pilot of the storm who leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a dream
Heed the path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream
My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, I will return again
Sure as the dust that floats high in June, when movin' through Kashmir.
Father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years
With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear.
Dashboard
Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Aug 2014
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -