Apr 25, 2026
Aug 28, 2015(10y)
Aug 28, 2026(90d)
Combat
Kills15,745
Losses1,021
Efficiency94%
ISK
Destroyed24.59t
Lost117.40b
ISK Eff.100%
Solo
Solo Kills219
Solo Ratio1%
Final Blows1,161
Points15,748
Other
NPC Losses57
NPC Loss Ratio6%
Avg Kills/Day4.01
ActivityHigh
Gallente
Gallente
3.20
Last Active
Apr 25, 2026
Birthday
Aug 28, 2015 (10 years old)
Next Birthday
Aug 28, 2026 (90 days)
Combat
Kills15,745
Losses1,021
Efficiency94%
Danger Ratio94%
ISK
Destroyed24.59t
Lost117.40b
ISK Efficiency100%
Balance+24.47t
Solo
Solo Kills219
Solo Ratio1%
Final Blows1,161
Points15,748
Other
NPC Losses57
NPC Loss Ratio6%
Avg Kills/Day4.01
ActivityHigh
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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
Kills50
Losses0
Efficiency100%
ISK Destroyed173.15b
ISK Lost0
ISK Efficiency100%
Solo Kills0
Solo Losses0
NPC Losses0
Blob Factor130.68
Active TimezoneEUTZ
Final Blows0
Points53
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleBlob (50 kills)
Small 2% Fleet 4% Blob 94%
Avg Fleet: 130.7
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