Caldari
Civire
-0.24
SmoothTavius
Last Active:
about 17 hours ago
Birthday:
Sep 10, 2009 (15 years old)
Next Birthday:
Sep 10, 2025 (1 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
2,893
Losses
586
Efficiency
83.2%
Danger Ratio
83.2%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
388.90B ISK
ISK Lost
25.59B ISK
ISK Efficiency
93.8%
ISK Balance
363.31B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
785
Solo Losses
187
Solo Kill Ratio
27.1%
Solo Efficiency
80.8%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
18
NPC Loss Ratio
3.1
Avg. Kills/Day
0.5
Activity
Very High
Character Biography
An amarrian wearing Men's 'Crimson Harvest' Cap? Consider yourself an enemy of the state.
No shit, there I was. In the middle of Nothern Alaska doing research on the volcanic activity present there when my team and I came across a Kodiak bear. Hours into our OP, the bear charged, in the matter of seconds I found myself the last remaining field man alive.
I ran, I ran about 300 yards back to our tent, It is at our tent I went for my metal baseball bat i use for practice on my free time. I had the option of cowering in my tent like a little miss nancy, but the anger brewing inside me for that creature made me grow hair on my testicles much like the characteristics of steel wool and metal shavings wrapped in constatine wire. I picked up that bat, and went back to the massacure.
I stand, 10 foot from the bear. He stood 11Ft tall, weighing over 2000lbs equipped with massive 8 inch razor claws with a thick fur coat. I had within me the fury of the north star, and my metal baseball bat.
No shit, there I was. In the middle of Nothern Alaska doing research on the volcanic activity present there when my team and I came across a Kodiak bear. Hours into our OP, the bear charged, in the matter of seconds I found myself the last remaining field man alive.
I ran, I ran about 300 yards back to our tent, It is at our tent I went for my metal baseball bat i use for practice on my free time. I had the option of cowering in my tent like a little miss nancy, but the anger brewing inside me for that creature made me grow hair on my testicles much like the characteristics of steel wool and metal shavings wrapped in constatine wire. I picked up that bat, and went back to the massacure.
I stand, 10 foot from the bear. He stood 11Ft tall, weighing over 2000lbs equipped with massive 8 inch razor claws with a thick fur coat. I had within me the fury of the north star, and my metal baseball bat.