Minmatar
Brutor
-0.85
Tim Brewer
Last Active:
5 days ago
Birthday:
Sep 15, 2007 (18 years old)
Next Birthday:
Sep 15, 2026 (313 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
11,916
Losses
819
Efficiency
93.6%
Danger Ratio
93.6%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
8907.76B ISK
ISK Lost
206.60B ISK
ISK Efficiency
97.7%
ISK Balance
8701.15B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
571
Solo Losses
191
Solo Kill Ratio
4.8%
Solo Efficiency
74.9%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
55
NPC Loss Ratio
6.7
Avg. Kills/Day
1.8
Activity
Very High
Character Biography
"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Someone had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
Living by chance, loving by choice, killing by profession!
Slave Childs never die, they are just MIA. Legends are not born, they are willed into existence.
Those that die, are not forgotten, and those that live, live to fight another day.
Nobody is born on purpose, nor are they given a purpose; they must find their own, way, their own path, and they must forge their own destiny.
Never pity the dead, pity the living. And above all else, live well, fight hard, and die with honor.
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Someone had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
Living by chance, loving by choice, killing by profession!
Slave Childs never die, they are just MIA. Legends are not born, they are willed into existence.
Those that die, are not forgotten, and those that live, live to fight another day.
Nobody is born on purpose, nor are they given a purpose; they must find their own, way, their own path, and they must forge their own destiny.
Never pity the dead, pity the living. And above all else, live well, fight hard, and die with honor.