Gallente
Gallente
5.00
Drak'shala
Last Active:
over 7 years ago
Birthday:
Oct 26, 2010 (14 years old)
Next Birthday:
Oct 26, 2025 (45 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
1,563
Losses
144
Efficiency
91.6%
Danger Ratio
0.9%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
205.76B ISK
ISK Lost
12.32B ISK
ISK Efficiency
94.4%
ISK Balance
193.44B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
17
Solo Losses
35
Solo Kill Ratio
1.1%
Solo Efficiency
32.7%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
12
NPC Loss Ratio
8.3
Avg. Kills/Day
0.3
Activity
Low
Character Biography
If you love wealth greater than liberty,
the tranquility of servitude greater than the animating contest for freedom,
go home from us in peace.
We seek not your counsel, nor your arms.
Crouch down and lick the hand that feeds you;
may your chains set lightly upon you,
and may posterity forget that you were our countrymen.
Samuel Adams
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
William Ernest Henley
the tranquility of servitude greater than the animating contest for freedom,
go home from us in peace.
We seek not your counsel, nor your arms.
Crouch down and lick the hand that feeds you;
may your chains set lightly upon you,
and may posterity forget that you were our countrymen.
Samuel Adams
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
William Ernest Henley