5.02
stardog Arkaral
May 27, 2026
Mar 8, 2013(13y)
Mar 8, 2027(244d)
Combat
Kills639
Losses262
Efficiency71%
ISK
Destroyed706.60b
Lost59.97b
ISK Eff.92%
Solo
Solo Kills51
Solo Ratio8%
Final Blows203
Points639
Other
NPC Losses48
NPC Loss Ratio18%
Avg Kills/Day0.13
ActivityInactive
Amarr
Amarr
5.02
stardog Arkaral
Last Active
May 27, 2026
Birthday
Mar 8, 2013 (13 years old)
Next Birthday
Mar 8, 2027 (244 days)
Combat
Kills639
Losses262
Efficiency71%
Danger Ratio82%
ISK
Destroyed706.60b
Lost59.97b
ISK Efficiency92%
Balance+646.63b
Solo
Solo Kills51
Solo Ratio8%
Final Blows203
Points639
Other
NPC Losses48
NPC Loss Ratio18%
Avg Kills/Day0.13
ActivityInactive
No data available
Bio
By Dylan Thomas
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.
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Kills0
Losses1
Efficiency0%
ISK Destroyed0
ISK Lost275.42m
ISK Efficiency0%
Solo Kills0
Solo Losses0
NPC Losses1
Blob Factor0
Active TimezoneUSTZ
Final Blows0
Points0
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