1.68
Bok Solette
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 5, 2012(13y)
Dec 5, 2026(100d)
Combat
Kills75
Losses181
Efficiency29%
ISK
Destroyed6.68b
Lost14.30b
ISK Eff.32%
Solo
Solo Kills6
Solo Ratio8%
Final Blows21
Points75
Other
NPC Losses2
NPC Loss Ratio1%
Avg Kills/Day0.01
ActivityInactive
Gallente
Gallente
1.68
Bok Solette
Last Active
Dec 21, 2015
Birthday
Dec 5, 2012 (13 years old)
Next Birthday
Dec 5, 2026 (100 days)
Combat
Kills75
Losses181
Efficiency29%
Danger Ratio99%
ISK
Destroyed6.68b
Lost14.30b
ISK Efficiency32%
Balance-7624360280
Solo
Solo Kills6
Solo Ratio8%
Final Blows21
Points75
Other
NPC Losses2
NPC Loss Ratio1%
Avg Kills/Day0.01
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
...Not a sigh for the lot that darkles,
Not a tear for the friends that sink-,
We'll fall, 'midst the wine-cup's sparkles,
As mute as the wine we drink.
Come, stand to your glasses, steadyl!
'Tis this that the respite buys:
A cup to the dead already-
Hurrah for the next that dies!
There's a mist on the glass congealing,
'Tis the hurricane's sultry breath;
And thus does the warmth of feeling
Turn ice in the grasp of Death.
But stand to your glasses, steady!
For a moment the vapor flies:
Quaff a cup to the dead already-
Hurrah for the next that dies!
Who dreads to the dust returning?
Who shrinks from the sable shore,
Where the high and haughty yearning
Of the soul can sting no more?
No, stand to your glasses, steady!
The world is a world of lies:
A cup to the dead already-
And hurrah for the next that dies!...
-Composed by Capt. Bartholomew Dowling in India about 1845
Not a tear for the friends that sink-,
We'll fall, 'midst the wine-cup's sparkles,
As mute as the wine we drink.
Come, stand to your glasses, steadyl!
'Tis this that the respite buys:
A cup to the dead already-
Hurrah for the next that dies!
There's a mist on the glass congealing,
'Tis the hurricane's sultry breath;
And thus does the warmth of feeling
Turn ice in the grasp of Death.
But stand to your glasses, steady!
For a moment the vapor flies:
Quaff a cup to the dead already-
Hurrah for the next that dies!
Who dreads to the dust returning?
Who shrinks from the sable shore,
Where the high and haughty yearning
Of the soul can sting no more?
No, stand to your glasses, steady!
The world is a world of lies:
A cup to the dead already-
And hurrah for the next that dies!...
-Composed by Capt. Bartholomew Dowling in India about 1845
Dashboard
Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Dec 2015
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -