5.00
Pierce Gerardi
Sep 16, 2019
Jun 7, 2013(13y)
Jun 7, 2027(316d)
Combat
Kills89
Losses41
Efficiency68%
ISK
Destroyed18.04b
Lost4.42b
ISK Eff.80%
Solo
Solo Kills2
Solo Ratio2%
Final Blows15
Points89
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.02
ActivityInactive
Caldari
Deteis
5.00
Pierce Gerardi
Last Active
Sep 16, 2019
Birthday
Jun 7, 2013 (13 years old)
Next Birthday
Jun 7, 2027 (316 days)
Combat
Kills89
Losses41
Efficiency68%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed18.04b
Lost4.42b
ISK Efficiency80%
Balance+13.62b
Solo
Solo Kills2
Solo Ratio2%
Final Blows15
Points89
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.02
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
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.
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 Sep 2019
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -