1.36
Aeolos Mercer
Sep 8, 2018
Jan 1, 1970(56y)
Jan 1, 2027(212d)
Combat
Kills1
Losses14
Efficiency7%
ISK
Destroyed450.89m
Lost1.19b
ISK Eff.27%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points1
Other
NPC Losses2
NPC Loss Ratio14%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Gallente
Intaki
1.36
Aeolos Mercer
Forging Industries[FORG]
Silent Infinity[AFK]™ Roomie, ♞, "Nipples" (Because We Can't Say Your Name Without Sounding Dirty Anyway)
Last Active
Sep 8, 2018
Birthday
Jan 1, 1970 (56 years old)
Next Birthday
Jan 1, 2027 (212 days)
Combat
Kills1
Losses14
Efficiency7%
Danger Ratio86%
ISK
Destroyed450.89m
Lost1.19b
ISK Efficiency27%
Balance-741147090
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points1
Other
NPC Losses2
NPC Loss Ratio14%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
No data available
Bio
F
There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
L
There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners,
Y
Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me—
S
That ever with a frolic welcome took
A
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
F
Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old;
E
Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
Y
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
A
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
L
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
L
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
'T is not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
L
There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners,
Y
Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me—
S
That ever with a frolic welcome took
A
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
F
Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old;
E
Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
Y
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
A
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
L
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
L
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
'T is not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Dashboard
Stats
Kills0
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: -