Last ActiveSep 6, 2020
BirthdayDec 3, 2016 (9 years old)
Next BirthdayDec 3, 2026 (25 days)
Combat
Kills10
Losses71
Efficiency12%
Danger Ratio79%
ISK
Destroyed241.25m
Lost8.88b
ISK Efficiency3%
Balance-8640474589
Solo
Solo Kills2
Solo Ratio20%
Final Blows4
Combat Points10
Other
NPC Losses15
NPC Loss Ratio21%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
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Bio
O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The Ship Has Weather'd Every Rack, The Prize We Sought
Is Won,
The Port Is Near, The Bells I Hear, The People All
Exulting,
While Follow Eyes The Steady Keel, The Vessel Grim And
Daring:
But O Heart! Heart! Heart!
O The Bleeding Drops Of Red,
Where On The Deck My Captain
Lies,
Fallen Cold And Dead.
O Captain! My Captain! Rise Up And Hear The Bells;
Rise Up---- For You The Flag Is Flung---- For You The Bugle
Trills,
For You Bouquets And Ribbon'd Wreaths---- For You The
Shores A-Crowding,
For You They Call, The Swaying Mass, Their Eager Faces
Turning;
Here Captain! Dear Father!
This Arm Beneath Your Head!
It Is Some Dream That On The Deck,
You've Fallen Cold And Dead.
My Captain Does Not Answer, His Lips Pale And Still,
My Father Does Not Feel My Arm, He Has No Pulse Nor
Will,
The Ship Anchor'd Safe And Sound, Its Voyage Closed
And Done,
From Fearful Trip The Victor Ship Come In With Object
Won;
Exult O Shores, And Ring O Bells!
But I With Mournful Tread,
Walk The Deck Where My Captain Lies,
Fallen Cold And Dead.
O Captain! My Captain! - Walt Whitman
The Ship Has Weather'd Every Rack, The Prize We Sought
Is Won,
The Port Is Near, The Bells I Hear, The People All
Exulting,
While Follow Eyes The Steady Keel, The Vessel Grim And
Daring:
But O Heart! Heart! Heart!
O The Bleeding Drops Of Red,
Where On The Deck My Captain
Lies,
Fallen Cold And Dead.
O Captain! My Captain! Rise Up And Hear The Bells;
Rise Up---- For You The Flag Is Flung---- For You The Bugle
Trills,
For You Bouquets And Ribbon'd Wreaths---- For You The
Shores A-Crowding,
For You They Call, The Swaying Mass, Their Eager Faces
Turning;
Here Captain! Dear Father!
This Arm Beneath Your Head!
It Is Some Dream That On The Deck,
You've Fallen Cold And Dead.
My Captain Does Not Answer, His Lips Pale And Still,
My Father Does Not Feel My Arm, He Has No Pulse Nor
Will,
The Ship Anchor'd Safe And Sound, Its Voyage Closed
And Done,
From Fearful Trip The Victor Ship Come In With Object
Won;
Exult O Shores, And Ring O Bells!
But I With Mournful Tread,
Walk The Deck Where My Captain Lies,
Fallen Cold And Dead.
O Captain! My Captain! - Walt Whitman
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