Minmatar
Brutor
-1.97
Gelnamon
Last Active:
over 4 years ago
Birthday:
Mar 20, 2009 (16 years old)
Next Birthday:
Mar 20, 2026 (133 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
2,052
Losses
841
Efficiency
70.9%
Danger Ratio
0.7%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
247.69B ISK
ISK Lost
39.44B ISK
ISK Efficiency
86.3%
ISK Balance
208.25B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
155
Solo Losses
265
Solo Kill Ratio
7.6%
Solo Efficiency
36.9%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
21
NPC Loss Ratio
2.5
Avg. Kills/Day
0.3
Activity
Low
Character Biography
Y
What am I supposed to do if I want to talk about peace and understanding
But you only understand the language of the sword
What if I want to make you understand that the path you chose leads to downfall
But you only understand the language of the sword
What if I want to tell you to leave me and my beloved ones in peace
But you only understand the language of the sword
I let the blade do the talking...
So my tongue shall become iron and my words the mighty roar of war
Revealing my divine anger\xb4s arrow shall strike
All action for the good of all I see my reflection in your eyes
But my new age has just begun
The sword is soft in the fire of the furnace
It hungers to be hit and wants to have a hundred sisters
In the coldest state of their existence
They may dance the maddest in the morass of the red rain
Beloved brother enemy I sing my sword song for you
The lullaby of obliteration
So I can wake up with a smile and bliss in my heart.
What am I supposed to do if I want to talk about peace and understanding
But you only understand the language of the sword
What if I want to make you understand that the path you chose leads to downfall
But you only understand the language of the sword
What if I want to tell you to leave me and my beloved ones in peace
But you only understand the language of the sword
I let the blade do the talking...
So my tongue shall become iron and my words the mighty roar of war
Revealing my divine anger\xb4s arrow shall strike
All action for the good of all I see my reflection in your eyes
But my new age has just begun
The sword is soft in the fire of the furnace
It hungers to be hit and wants to have a hundred sisters
In the coldest state of their existence
They may dance the maddest in the morass of the red rain
Beloved brother enemy I sing my sword song for you
The lullaby of obliteration
So I can wake up with a smile and bliss in my heart.