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Jena Tivianne
Mar 9, 2018
Aug 17, 2016(9y)
Aug 17, 2026(68d)
Combat
Kills58
Losses33
Efficiency64%
ISK
Destroyed642.21b
Lost2.61b
ISK Eff.100%
Solo
Solo Kills1
Solo Ratio2%
Final Blows6
Points58
Other
NPC Losses7
NPC Loss Ratio21%
Avg Kills/Day0.02
ActivityInactive
Gallente
Gallente
5.00
Jena Tivianne
Last Active
Mar 9, 2018
Birthday
Aug 17, 2016 (9 years old)
Next Birthday
Aug 17, 2026 (68 days)
Combat
Kills58
Losses33
Efficiency64%
Danger Ratio79%
ISK
Destroyed642.21b
Lost2.61b
ISK Efficiency100%
Balance+639.60b
Solo
Solo Kills1
Solo Ratio2%
Final Blows6
Points58
Other
NPC Losses7
NPC Loss Ratio21%
Avg Kills/Day0.02
ActivityInactive
No data available
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
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Losses0
Efficiency0%
ISK Destroyed0
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ISK Efficiency0%
Solo Kills0
Solo Losses0
NPC Losses0
Blob Factor0
Active TimezoneUSTZ
Final Blows0
Points0
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -