Caldari
Deteis
2.23
Eire32
Last Active:
about 5 years ago
Birthday:
Jan 1, 1970 (55 years old)
Next Birthday:
Jan 1, 2026 (112 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
650
Losses
143
Efficiency
82.0%
Danger Ratio
0.8%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
200.61B ISK
ISK Lost
13.97B ISK
ISK Efficiency
93.5%
ISK Balance
186.64B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
5
Solo Losses
75
Solo Kill Ratio
0.8%
Solo Efficiency
6.3%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
6
NPC Loss Ratio
4.2
Avg. Kills/Day
0.0
Activity
Minimal
Character Biography
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7IbwgnfIW_Y
Read Becky Hilanen bio first!!
It burst forth through pitiful Paris streets,
And stormed the old Bastille,
And marched upon the serpent's head,
And crushed it 'neath its heel.
It died in blood on Buffalo Plains,
And starved by moons of rain,
Its heart was buried in Wounded Knee,
But it will come to rise again.
It screamed aloud by Kerry lakes,
As it was knelt upon the ground,
And it died in great defiance,
As they coldly shot it down.
It is found in every light of hope,
It knows no bounds nor space
It has risen in red and black and white,
It is there in every race.
It lies in the hearts of heroes dead,
It screams in tyrants' eyes,
It has reached the peak of mountains high,
It comes searing 'cross the skies.
It lights the dark of this prison cell,
It thunders forth its might,
It is 'the undauntable thought', my friend,
That thought that says 'I'm right!'
Bobby Sands M.P.
Our revenge will be
the laughter of our children.
Read Becky Hilanen bio first!!
It burst forth through pitiful Paris streets,
And stormed the old Bastille,
And marched upon the serpent's head,
And crushed it 'neath its heel.
It died in blood on Buffalo Plains,
And starved by moons of rain,
Its heart was buried in Wounded Knee,
But it will come to rise again.
It screamed aloud by Kerry lakes,
As it was knelt upon the ground,
And it died in great defiance,
As they coldly shot it down.
It is found in every light of hope,
It knows no bounds nor space
It has risen in red and black and white,
It is there in every race.
It lies in the hearts of heroes dead,
It screams in tyrants' eyes,
It has reached the peak of mountains high,
It comes searing 'cross the skies.
It lights the dark of this prison cell,
It thunders forth its might,
It is 'the undauntable thought', my friend,
That thought that says 'I'm right!'
Bobby Sands M.P.
Our revenge will be
the laughter of our children.