-0.53
Julian Giovanni
Jun 4, 2017
Nov 25, 2013(12y)
Nov 25, 2026(76d)
Combat
Kills52
Losses47
Efficiency53%
ISK
Destroyed5.09b
Lost10.88b
ISK Eff.32%
Solo
Solo Kills16
Solo Ratio31%
Final Blows29
Combat Points52
Other
NPC Losses12
NPC Loss Ratio26%
Avg Kills/Day0.01
ActivityInactive
Gallente
Gallente
-0.53
Julian Giovanni
Last Active
Jun 4, 2017
Birthday
Nov 25, 2013 (12 years old)
Next Birthday
Nov 25, 2026 (76 days)
Combat
Kills52
Losses47
Efficiency53%
Danger Ratio74%
ISK
Destroyed5.09b
Lost10.88b
ISK Efficiency32%
Balance-5786218809
Solo
Solo Kills16
Solo Ratio31%
Final Blows29
Combat Points52
Other
NPC Losses12
NPC Loss Ratio26%
Avg Kills/Day0.01
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
Let's get down to business
To defeat the Huns
Did they send me daughters
When I asked for sons?
You're the saddest bunch I ever met,
But you can bet before we're through,
Mister, I'll make a man
Out of you.
Tranquil as a forest,
But on fire within.
Once you find your center,
You are sure to win.
You're a spineless pale pathetic lot,
And you haven't got a clue.
Somehow I'll make a man,
Out of you.
We must be swift as a coursing river
With all the force of a great typhoon
With all the strength of a raging fire
Mysterious as the dark side of the moon!
Time is racing toward us,
til' the Huns arrive.
Heed my every order,
And you might survive.
You're unsuited for the rage of war,
So pack up go home you're through.
How could I make a man, out of you?
We must be swift as a coursing river
With all the force of a great typhoon
With all the strength of a raging fire
Mysterious as the dark side of the moon!
To defeat the Huns
Did they send me daughters
When I asked for sons?
You're the saddest bunch I ever met,
But you can bet before we're through,
Mister, I'll make a man
Out of you.
Tranquil as a forest,
But on fire within.
Once you find your center,
You are sure to win.
You're a spineless pale pathetic lot,
And you haven't got a clue.
Somehow I'll make a man,
Out of you.
We must be swift as a coursing river
With all the force of a great typhoon
With all the strength of a raging fire
Mysterious as the dark side of the moon!
Time is racing toward us,
til' the Huns arrive.
Heed my every order,
And you might survive.
You're unsuited for the rage of war,
So pack up go home you're through.
How could I make a man, out of you?
We must be swift as a coursing river
With all the force of a great typhoon
With all the strength of a raging fire
Mysterious as the dark side of the moon!
Dashboard
Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Jun 2017
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -