Gallente
Jin-Mei
5.00
Torako Yuuta
Last Active:
3 days ago
Birthday:
Aug 10, 2010 (15 years old)
Next Birthday:
Aug 10, 2026 (333 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
156
Losses
86
Efficiency
64.5%
Danger Ratio
64.5%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
338.33B ISK
ISK Lost
7.29B ISK
ISK Efficiency
97.9%
ISK Balance
331.04B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
17
Solo Losses
34
Solo Kill Ratio
10.9%
Solo Efficiency
33.3%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
13
NPC Loss Ratio
15.1
Avg. Kills/Day
0.0
Activity
Medium
Character Biography
Do not go gentle into that good night
Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.