0.33
Covan De'Silva
Oct 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013(13y)
Feb 7, 2027(218d)
Combat
Kills0
Losses4
Efficiency0%
ISK
Destroyed0
Lost2.44b
ISK Eff.0%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points0
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Caldari
Civire
0.33
Covan De'Silva
Last Active
Oct 7, 2013
Birthday
Feb 7, 2013 (13 years old)
Next Birthday
Feb 7, 2027 (218 days)
Combat
Kills0
Losses4
Efficiency0%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed0
Lost2.44b
ISK Efficiency0%
Balance-2441740834
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points0
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
No data available
Bio
We are "Red Squad"
You think you feel the drops of blood that seal these broken hearts
Bereaved, they are spied within your ships and homes, atop of tears
Rolling down your cheeks and face, you pluck and pare to relieve.. but
In the end, all of this effort is but a jostling of our inevitable sieve.
So we wait in white rooms filled with the quiet of despair and hope
Watching, waiting as each of us catch and fall down this slippery rope
Into this blackness, or is it light? What color or sensation will pay?
We hide in our ships and space, surmising what could let us stay.
Pressed palms and fears in present tense to keep the soul alight.
Chemically set and surgically sound to forge ahead this night.
We've seen this many times before around our operational systems
Cuts and chisels that open our gates or desecrate impending wars
Please wash your hands, scrub in with polished aplombed certainty
Stand along unrested resolve till we've ope'd our retested sovereignty.
You think you feel the drops of blood that seal these broken hearts
Bereaved, they are spied within your ships and homes, atop of tears
Rolling down your cheeks and face, you pluck and pare to relieve.. but
In the end, all of this effort is but a jostling of our inevitable sieve.
So we wait in white rooms filled with the quiet of despair and hope
Watching, waiting as each of us catch and fall down this slippery rope
Into this blackness, or is it light? What color or sensation will pay?
We hide in our ships and space, surmising what could let us stay.
Pressed palms and fears in present tense to keep the soul alight.
Chemically set and surgically sound to forge ahead this night.
We've seen this many times before around our operational systems
Cuts and chisels that open our gates or desecrate impending wars
Please wash your hands, scrub in with polished aplombed certainty
Stand along unrested resolve till we've ope'd our retested sovereignty.
Dashboard
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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: -