5.01
JimiX
Jul 30, 2013
Jan 1, 1970(56y)
Jan 1, 2027(212d)
Combat
Kills126
Losses24
Efficiency84%
ISK
Destroyed9.55b
Lost2.37b
ISK Eff.80%
Solo
Solo Kills12
Solo Ratio10%
Final Blows43
Points126
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.01
ActivityInactive
Minmatar
Brutor
5.01
JimiX
Last Active
Jul 30, 2013
Birthday
Jan 1, 1970 (56 years old)
Next Birthday
Jan 1, 2027 (212 days)
Combat
Kills126
Losses24
Efficiency84%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed9.55b
Lost2.37b
ISK Efficiency80%
Balance+7.18b
Solo
Solo Kills12
Solo Ratio10%
Final Blows43
Points126
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.01
ActivityInactive
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Bio
☣☠☣
Yaaaaarmyofme, the pink PIRATE
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
" 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door;
Only this, and nothing more."
Blood and destruction shall be so in use
And dreadful objects so familiar
That mothers shall but smile when they behold
Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war;
All pity choked with custom of fell deeds:
And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war;
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.
☣☠☣
Yaaaaarmyofme, the pink PIRATE
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
" 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door;
Only this, and nothing more."
Blood and destruction shall be so in use
And dreadful objects so familiar
That mothers shall but smile when they behold
Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war;
All pity choked with custom of fell deeds:
And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war;
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.
☣☠☣
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: -