0.07
Diabolica Mortis
Aug 10, 2013
Jan 1, 1970(56y)
Jan 1, 2027(141d)
Combat
Kills22
Losses4
Efficiency85%
ISK
Destroyed704.74m
Lost6.82m
ISK Eff.99%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points22
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Amarr
Amarr
0.07
Diabolica Mortis
Last Active
Aug 10, 2013
Birthday
Jan 1, 1970 (56 years old)
Next Birthday
Jan 1, 2027 (141 days)
Combat
Kills22
Losses4
Efficiency85%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed704.74m
Lost6.82m
ISK Efficiency99%
Balance+697.92m
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points22
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
House Mortis, long known for a proclivity toward mental instability and sadistic evil, spawned forth two twin cloned daughters: Demonica, and Diabolica.
Reputed for their mischief even at a young age, they had always proved to be difficult to control. Now that they are grown, and have collected their inheiritance...
...they are about to write their own story in charred wreckage, sorrow, and interstellar debris fields.
Always one step ahead of the authorities, they make their way into deep space, beyond any law, and beyond all Reason, for no one knows what they seek in the Dark Void.
When next you pass a debris field, it was probably their handiwork.
Their calling card is fear.
Their legacy is human sorrow.
Their tale is one of woe.
Faint radio signals echo with maniacal laughter, taunting those authorities that dare to track them into the Void. Pursue them, if you dare.
Even now, they continue to write the next chapter...don't look behind you.
Reputed for their mischief even at a young age, they had always proved to be difficult to control. Now that they are grown, and have collected their inheiritance...
...they are about to write their own story in charred wreckage, sorrow, and interstellar debris fields.
Always one step ahead of the authorities, they make their way into deep space, beyond any law, and beyond all Reason, for no one knows what they seek in the Dark Void.
When next you pass a debris field, it was probably their handiwork.
Their calling card is fear.
Their legacy is human sorrow.
Their tale is one of woe.
Faint radio signals echo with maniacal laughter, taunting those authorities that dare to track them into the Void. Pursue them, if you dare.
Even now, they continue to write the next chapter...don't look behind you.
Dashboard
Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Aug 2013
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -