5.00
Aldar Roanaok
17d ago
Jan 29, 2015(11y)
Jan 29, 2027(245d)
Combat
Kills8
Losses199
Efficiency4%
ISK
Destroyed473.33m
Lost35.14b
ISK Eff.1%
Solo
Solo Kills1
Solo Ratio13%
Final Blows3
Points8
Other
NPC Losses59
NPC Loss Ratio30%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Gallente
Gallente
5.00
Aldar Roanaok
Last Active
17d ago
Birthday
Jan 29, 2015 (11 years old)
Next Birthday
Jan 29, 2027 (245 days)
Combat
Kills8
Losses199
Efficiency4%
Danger Ratio70%
ISK
Destroyed473.33m
Lost35.14b
ISK Efficiency1%
Balance-34662285736
Solo
Solo Kills1
Solo Ratio13%
Final Blows3
Points8
Other
NPC Losses59
NPC Loss Ratio30%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
No data available
Bio
Sea-Fever
John Masefield
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
Outward Bound
Helen Hunt Jackson
The hour has come. Strong hands the anchor raise;
Friends stand and weep along the fading shore,
In sudden fear lest we return no more,
In sudden fancy that he safer stays
Who stays behind; that some new danger lays
New snare in each fresh path untrod before.
Ah, foolish hearts! In fate's mysterious lore
Is written no such choice of plan and days:
Each hour has its own peril and escape;
In most familiar things' familiar shape
New danger comes without or sight or sound;
No sea more foreign rolls than breaks each morn
Across our thresholds when the day is born:
We sail, at sunrise, daily, "outward bound."
John Masefield
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
Outward Bound
Helen Hunt Jackson
The hour has come. Strong hands the anchor raise;
Friends stand and weep along the fading shore,
In sudden fear lest we return no more,
In sudden fancy that he safer stays
Who stays behind; that some new danger lays
New snare in each fresh path untrod before.
Ah, foolish hearts! In fate's mysterious lore
Is written no such choice of plan and days:
Each hour has its own peril and escape;
In most familiar things' familiar shape
New danger comes without or sight or sound;
No sea more foreign rolls than breaks each morn
Across our thresholds when the day is born:
We sail, at sunrise, daily, "outward bound."
Dashboard
Stats
Kills0
Losses2
Efficiency0%
ISK Destroyed0
ISK Lost890.26m
ISK Efficiency0%
Solo Kills0
Solo Losses2
NPC Losses1
Blob Factor0
Active TimezoneUSTZ
Final Blows0
Points0
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