2.13
Candlehead
Oct 30, 2016
Jan 1, 1970(56y)
Jan 1, 2027(141d)
Combat
Kills5
Losses0
Efficiency100%
ISK
Destroyed57.83m
Lost0
ISK Eff.100%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows5
Points5
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Minmatar
Sebiestor
2.13
Candlehead
Last Active
Oct 30, 2016
Birthday
Jan 1, 1970 (56 years old)
Next Birthday
Jan 1, 2027 (141 days)
Combat
Kills5
Losses0
Efficiency100%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed57.83m
Lost0
ISK Efficiency100%
Balance+57.83m
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows5
Points5
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you noblest English.
Whose blood is fet from feathers of war-proof!
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you noblest English.
Whose blood is fet from feathers of war-proof!
Dashboard
Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Oct 2016
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -