1.34
Elizabet Wakeman
Mar 22, 2018
Sep 3, 2015(10y)
Sep 3, 2026(20d)
Combat
Kills0
Losses18
Efficiency0%
ISK
Destroyed0
Lost1.69b
ISK Eff.0%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points0
Other
NPC Losses4
NPC Loss Ratio22%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Gallente
Gallente
1.34
Elizabet Wakeman
Last Active
Mar 22, 2018
Birthday
Sep 3, 2015 (10 years old)
Next Birthday
Sep 3, 2026 (20 days)
Combat
Kills0
Losses18
Efficiency0%
Danger Ratio78%
ISK
Destroyed0
Lost1.69b
ISK Efficiency0%
Balance-1686141341
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points0
Other
NPC Losses4
NPC Loss Ratio22%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
Do not go gentle into that good night
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
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
Dashboard
Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Mar 2018
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -