8d ago
Aug 28, 2015(11y)
Aug 28, 2027(319d)
Combat
Kills15,848
Losses1,019
Efficiency94%
ISK
Destroyed24.52t
Lost117.82b
ISK Eff.100%
Solo
Solo Kills219
Solo Ratio1%
Final Blows1,162
Combat Points15,428
Other
NPC Losses57
NPC Loss Ratio6%
Avg Kills/Day3.90
ActivityHigh
Gallente
Gallente
3.20
Last Active
8d ago
Birthday
Aug 28, 2015 (11 years old)
Next Birthday
Aug 28, 2027 (319 days)
Combat
Kills15,848
Losses1,019
Efficiency94%
Danger Ratio94%
ISK
Destroyed24.52t
Lost117.82b
ISK Efficiency100%
Balance+24.41t
Solo
Solo Kills219
Solo Ratio1%
Final Blows1,162
Combat Points15,428
Other
NPC Losses57
NPC Loss Ratio6%
Avg Kills/Day3.90
ActivityHigh
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.
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.
Dylan Thomas
Dashboard
Stats
Kills90
Losses3
Efficiency97%
ISK Destroyed68.67b
ISK Lost789.01m
ISK Efficiency99%
Solo Kills0
Solo Losses2
NPC Losses0
Blob Factor175.07
Active TimezoneUSTZ
Final Blows0
Points0
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Flies With (Corps)
Dies To (Corps)
Dies To (Alliances)
Intel Profile
PlaystyleBlob (90 kills)
Blob 100%
Avg Fleet: 175.1
Typically Loses
