1.50
Jack Templeton
Apr 21, 2019
Jun 27, 2013(12y)
Jun 27, 2026(13d)
Combat
Kills43
Losses49
Efficiency47%
ISK
Destroyed2.50b
Lost1.03b
ISK Eff.71%
Solo
Solo Kills17
Solo Ratio40%
Final Blows25
Points43
Other
NPC Losses9
NPC Loss Ratio18%
Avg Kills/Day0.01
ActivityInactive
Gallente
Gallente
1.50
Jack Templeton
Last Active
Apr 21, 2019
Birthday
Jun 27, 2013 (12 years old)
Next Birthday
Jun 27, 2026 (13 days)
Combat
Kills43
Losses49
Efficiency47%
Danger Ratio82%
ISK
Destroyed2.50b
Lost1.03b
ISK Efficiency71%
Balance+1.47b
Solo
Solo Kills17
Solo Ratio40%
Final Blows25
Points43
Other
NPC Losses9
NPC Loss Ratio18%
Avg Kills/Day0.01
ActivityInactive
No data available
Bio
The socket at the back my neck still itches, and when I leave my pod to spend a night in the station with whores or with the ladies I call “wife,” I can’t sleep. If I do, it’s Right. Fucking. Here. where the knot is in the morning. Yeah, I’m new, but I’ve died and cashed my credits for an empty me, curled like a fetus and bobbing in a vat, before jumping in a ship and doing it again.
I was born on Stacmon X , the only rock with a station in orbit. The first girl I kissed was Minmatar.
When I was 16, Mom and Dad said we were leaving. Between Mom’s job at the refugee school and Dad’s job at the biocells plant, they’d scraped together enough dirtcoin for three seats to the station.
Long story short, Dad’s crew got lucky with a Deimos wreck when they sidetracked for a salvage op. They sent me to school where I talked my way into co-ed quarters and flight school. Last thing I remember before choking on goo was what my basic spaceflight instructor said: G’night you fucking smart ass.
I was born on Stacmon X , the only rock with a station in orbit. The first girl I kissed was Minmatar.
When I was 16, Mom and Dad said we were leaving. Between Mom’s job at the refugee school and Dad’s job at the biocells plant, they’d scraped together enough dirtcoin for three seats to the station.
Long story short, Dad’s crew got lucky with a Deimos wreck when they sidetracked for a salvage op. They sent me to school where I talked my way into co-ed quarters and flight school. Last thing I remember before choking on goo was what my basic spaceflight instructor said: G’night you fucking smart ass.
Dashboard
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Solo Kills0
Solo Losses0
NPC Losses0
Blob Factor0
Active TimezoneUSTZ
Final Blows0
Points0
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -