0.26
Tammarah
Dec 13, 2009
Jan 1, 1970(56y)
Jan 1, 2027(115d)
Combat
Kills0
Losses2
Efficiency0%
ISK
Destroyed0
Lost99.25m
ISK Eff.0%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Combat Points0
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Gallente
Gallente
0.26
Tammarah
Last Active
Dec 13, 2009
Birthday
Jan 1, 1970 (56 years old)
Next Birthday
Jan 1, 2027 (115 days)
Combat
Kills0
Losses2
Efficiency0%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed0
Lost99.25m
ISK Efficiency0%
Balance-99253323
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Combat Points0
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
Once again with the tide she slips her lines
Turns her head and comes awake
Where she lay so still there at Privateer's Wharf
Now she quickly gathers way
She will range far south from the harbour mouth
And rejoice with every wave
Who will know the Bluenose in the sun?
Feel her bow rise free of Mother Sea
In a sunburst cloud of spray
That stings the cheek while the rigging will speak
Of sea-miles gone away
She is always best under full press
Hard over as she'll lay
And who will know the Bluenose in the sun?
That proud, fast Queen of the Grand Banks Fleet
Portrayed on every dime
Knew hard work in her time...hard work in every line
The rich men's toys of the Gloucester boys,
With their token bit of fun,
They snap their spars and strained to pass her by,
But she left them all behind.
Turns her head and comes awake
Where she lay so still there at Privateer's Wharf
Now she quickly gathers way
She will range far south from the harbour mouth
And rejoice with every wave
Who will know the Bluenose in the sun?
Feel her bow rise free of Mother Sea
In a sunburst cloud of spray
That stings the cheek while the rigging will speak
Of sea-miles gone away
She is always best under full press
Hard over as she'll lay
And who will know the Bluenose in the sun?
That proud, fast Queen of the Grand Banks Fleet
Portrayed on every dime
Knew hard work in her time...hard work in every line
The rich men's toys of the Gloucester boys,
With their token bit of fun,
They snap their spars and strained to pass her by,
But she left them all behind.
Dashboard
Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Dec 2009
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -