3.50
May 5, 2026
Dec 23, 2014(11y)
Dec 23, 2026(121d)
Combat
Kills34
Losses17
Efficiency67%
ISK
Destroyed393.36b
Lost2.16b
ISK Eff.99%
Solo
Solo Kills5
Solo Ratio15%
Final Blows8
Points48
Other
NPC Losses5
NPC Loss Ratio29%
Avg Kills/Day0.01
ActivityInactive
Caldari
Civire
3.50
Last Active
May 5, 2026
Birthday
Dec 23, 2014 (11 years old)
Next Birthday
Dec 23, 2026 (121 days)
Combat
Kills34
Losses17
Efficiency67%
Danger Ratio71%
ISK
Destroyed393.36b
Lost2.16b
ISK Efficiency99%
Balance+391.20b
Solo
Solo Kills5
Solo Ratio15%
Final Blows8
Points48
Other
NPC Losses5
NPC Loss Ratio29%
Avg Kills/Day0.01
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.
≡v≡
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.
≡v≡
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Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen May 2026
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PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -