5.00
Stryider Tivianne
Feb 18, 2026
Jan 1, 1970(56y)
Jan 1, 2027(116d)
Combat
Kills550
Losses94
Efficiency85%
ISK
Destroyed180.89b
Lost6.68b
ISK Eff.96%
Solo
Solo Kills3
Solo Ratio1%
Final Blows53
Combat Points550
Other
NPC Losses5
NPC Loss Ratio5%
Avg Kills/Day0.03
ActivityInactive
Gallente
Gallente
5.00
Stryider Tivianne
Last Active
Feb 18, 2026
Birthday
Jan 1, 1970 (56 years old)
Next Birthday
Jan 1, 2027 (116 days)
Combat
Kills550
Losses94
Efficiency85%
Danger Ratio95%
ISK
Destroyed180.89b
Lost6.68b
ISK Efficiency96%
Balance+174.21b
Solo
Solo Kills3
Solo Ratio1%
Final Blows53
Combat Points550
Other
NPC Losses5
NPC Loss Ratio5%
Avg Kills/Day0.03
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
I am a Signal Cartel scout, a peaceful explorer.
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Is there a solitary wretch who hies
To the tall cliff, with starting pace or slow,
And, measuring, views with wild and hollow eyes
Its distance from the waves that chide below;
Who, as the sea-born gale with frequent sighs
Chills his cold bed upon the mountain turf,
With hoarse, half-uttered lamentation, lies
Murmuring responses to the dashing surf?
In moody sadness, on the giddy brink,
I see him more with envy than with fear;
He has no nice felicities that shrink
From giant horrors; wildly wandering here,
He seems (uncursed with reason) not to know
The depth or the duration of his woe.
- by Charlotte Smith
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Is there a solitary wretch who hies
To the tall cliff, with starting pace or slow,
And, measuring, views with wild and hollow eyes
Its distance from the waves that chide below;
Who, as the sea-born gale with frequent sighs
Chills his cold bed upon the mountain turf,
With hoarse, half-uttered lamentation, lies
Murmuring responses to the dashing surf?
In moody sadness, on the giddy brink,
I see him more with envy than with fear;
He has no nice felicities that shrink
From giant horrors; wildly wandering here,
He seems (uncursed with reason) not to know
The depth or the duration of his woe.
- by Charlotte Smith
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Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Feb 2026
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -