1.50
Fate Kiro
Apr 30, 2018
Feb 7, 2012(14y)
Feb 7, 2027(148d)
Combat
Kills6
Losses22
Efficiency21%
ISK
Destroyed101.39m
Lost835.55m
ISK Eff.11%
Solo
Solo Kills1
Solo Ratio17%
Final Blows3
Combat Points6
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Gallente
Gallente
1.50
Fate Kiro
Last Active
Apr 30, 2018
Birthday
Feb 7, 2012 (14 years old)
Next Birthday
Feb 7, 2027 (148 days)
Combat
Kills6
Losses22
Efficiency21%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed101.39m
Lost835.55m
ISK Efficiency11%
Balance-734159267
Solo
Solo Kills1
Solo Ratio17%
Final Blows3
Combat Points6
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
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Space is a lullaby, exploration a dream. The motionless environments beyond the wormholes are places of refuge, retirement, safety, stasis. Nestled in this corner, a comfortable deadspace pocket, something ancient resides: a society asleep, their secret structures inert and isolated, safe in soundless void.
These ruins doze away, oneiromantic. They've slumbered for millennia, yet their structure remains intact. In their torpor, their memories have dimmed, their significance forgotten, their inhabitants faded. Ripe secrets are stored in this sleeping mass, hidden wonders for the taking.
Reaching the Sleepers' treasures is a hazardous task. Something stirs amidst the ancient outpost: a nagging fear, a festering phantasm. Not everything sleeps peacefully here: Who knows if there are nightmares lurking in this beceuse?
Space is a lullaby, exploration a dream. The motionless environments beyond the wormholes are places of refuge, retirement, safety, stasis. Nestled in this corner, a comfortable deadspace pocket, something ancient resides: a society asleep, their secret structures inert and isolated, safe in soundless void.
These ruins doze away, oneiromantic. They've slumbered for millennia, yet their structure remains intact. In their torpor, their memories have dimmed, their significance forgotten, their inhabitants faded. Ripe secrets are stored in this sleeping mass, hidden wonders for the taking.
Reaching the Sleepers' treasures is a hazardous task. Something stirs amidst the ancient outpost: a nagging fear, a festering phantasm. Not everything sleeps peacefully here: Who knows if there are nightmares lurking in this beceuse?
Dashboard
Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Apr 2018
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -