1.42
Alexander 1cewind
Jan 19, 2015
Nov 29, 2014(11y)
Nov 29, 2026(78d)
Combat
Kills11
Losses35
Efficiency24%
ISK
Destroyed1.32b
Lost351.82m
ISK Eff.79%
Solo
Solo Kills1
Solo Ratio9%
Final Blows2
Combat Points11
Other
NPC Losses2
NPC Loss Ratio6%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
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Deteis
1.42
Alexander 1cewind
Last Active
Jan 19, 2015
Birthday
Nov 29, 2014 (11 years old)
Next Birthday
Nov 29, 2026 (78 days)
Combat
Kills11
Losses35
Efficiency24%
Danger Ratio94%
ISK
Destroyed1.32b
Lost351.82m
ISK Efficiency79%
Balance+968.18m
Solo
Solo Kills1
Solo Ratio9%
Final Blows2
Combat Points11
Other
NPC Losses2
NPC Loss Ratio6%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night - Dylan Thomas
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night - Dylan Thomas
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Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Jan 2015
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -