2.08
Shormaush Urdal
Jan 17, 2020
Sep 2, 2016(9y)
Sep 2, 2026(85d)
Combat
Kills12
Losses69
Efficiency15%
ISK
Destroyed1.02b
Lost1.95b
ISK Eff.34%
Solo
Solo Kills2
Solo Ratio17%
Final Blows3
Points12
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Amarr
Ni-Kunni
2.08
Shormaush Urdal
Last Active
Jan 17, 2020
Birthday
Sep 2, 2016 (9 years old)
Next Birthday
Sep 2, 2026 (85 days)
Combat
Kills12
Losses69
Efficiency15%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed1.02b
Lost1.95b
ISK Efficiency34%
Balance-934708254
Solo
Solo Kills2
Solo Ratio17%
Final Blows3
Points12
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
No data available
Bio
They gather round the natal bed, the foolish and the wise.
They fear the child yet to be born, whose voice shall rend the skies.
The faithful watch the forest for the coming of the King.
Their lanterns bright, they wait at night for the new world he shall bring.
The dragon waits in shadows, his breath will scorch the land.
The hero in the castle draws his sword and makes his stand.
The princess in the tower is hidden far away.
But nothing under heaven can keep The Groom at bay.
They gather round with leering smiles, the soulless and the dead.
Though her soul unwinds, the cruelest minds will keep her in her bed.
The potter told his ‘prentice to prepare him seven jars.
Six he made with grace and skill, the last his hands did mar.
The cretin moon no more is howling, gone its mourning black.
In their dreams its face is prowling, come to take them back.
They fear the child yet to be born, whose voice shall rend the skies.
The faithful watch the forest for the coming of the King.
Their lanterns bright, they wait at night for the new world he shall bring.
The dragon waits in shadows, his breath will scorch the land.
The hero in the castle draws his sword and makes his stand.
The princess in the tower is hidden far away.
But nothing under heaven can keep The Groom at bay.
They gather round with leering smiles, the soulless and the dead.
Though her soul unwinds, the cruelest minds will keep her in her bed.
The potter told his ‘prentice to prepare him seven jars.
Six he made with grace and skill, the last his hands did mar.
The cretin moon no more is howling, gone its mourning black.
In their dreams its face is prowling, come to take them back.
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Stats
Kills0
Losses0
Efficiency0%
ISK Destroyed0
ISK Lost0
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: -