3.75
Callista Blackheart
Jun 16, 2017
Feb 25, 2015(11y)
Feb 25, 2027(194d)
Combat
Kills23
Losses46
Efficiency33%
ISK
Destroyed4.88b
Lost1.91b
ISK Eff.72%
Solo
Solo Kills1
Solo Ratio4%
Final Blows2
Points23
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.01
ActivityInactive
Caldari
Civire
3.75
Callista Blackheart
Last Active
Jun 16, 2017
Birthday
Feb 25, 2015 (11 years old)
Next Birthday
Feb 25, 2027 (194 days)
Combat
Kills23
Losses46
Efficiency33%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed4.88b
Lost1.91b
ISK Efficiency72%
Balance+2.97b
Solo
Solo Kills1
Solo Ratio4%
Final Blows2
Points23
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
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.
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.
Dashboard
Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Jun 2017
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -