-0.16
Dibella Estemaire
Nov 17, 2016
Jan 1, 1970(56y)
Jan 1, 2027(107d)
Combat
Kills2
Losses11
Efficiency15%
ISK
Destroyed880.01m
Lost889.59m
ISK Eff.50%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Combat Points2
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Gallente
Gallente
-0.16
Dibella Estemaire
Last Active
Nov 17, 2016
Birthday
Jan 1, 1970 (56 years old)
Next Birthday
Jan 1, 2027 (107 days)
Combat
Kills2
Losses11
Efficiency15%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed880.01m
Lost889.59m
ISK Efficiency50%
Balance-9576194
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Combat Points2
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
Do not go gentle into that good night
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.
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.
Dashboard
Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Nov 2016
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -