Gallente
Gallente
-7.44
Loren Gallen
Last Active:
over 7 years ago
Birthday:
Jan 1, 1970 (55 years old)
Next Birthday:
Jan 1, 2026 (112 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
18,625
Losses
1,288
Efficiency
93.5%
Danger Ratio
0.9%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
5423.14B ISK
ISK Lost
156.92B ISK
ISK Efficiency
97.2%
ISK Balance
5266.22B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
7,393
Solo Losses
282
Solo Kill Ratio
39.7%
Solo Efficiency
96.3%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
22
NPC Loss Ratio
1.7
Avg. Kills/Day
0.9
Activity
Medium
Character Biography
Counting down, all functions nominal.
All functions optimal.
Counting down.
The center holds.
The falcon hears the falconer.
Infrastructure, check.
Wetware, check.
Everyone hang on to the lifebar, please.
Apotheosis was the beginning before the beginning.
Devices on alert.
Observe the procedures of a general alert.
The base and the pinnacle.
The flower inside the fruit that is both its parent and its child.
Decadent as ancestors.
The portal and that which passes.
Nuclear devices activated and the machine keeps pushing time through the cogs, like paste into strings into paste again, and only the machine keeps using time to make time to make time.
And when the machine stops, time was an illusion that we created.
Free will, 12 battles, three stars, and yet we are countless as the bodies in which we dwell, are both parent and infinite children in perfect copies.
No degradation.
All functions optimal.
Counting down.
The center holds.
The falcon hears the falconer.
Infrastructure, check.
Wetware, check.
Everyone hang on to the lifebar, please.
Apotheosis was the beginning before the beginning.
Devices on alert.
Observe the procedures of a general alert.
The base and the pinnacle.
The flower inside the fruit that is both its parent and its child.
Decadent as ancestors.
The portal and that which passes.
Nuclear devices activated and the machine keeps pushing time through the cogs, like paste into strings into paste again, and only the machine keeps using time to make time to make time.
And when the machine stops, time was an illusion that we created.
Free will, 12 battles, three stars, and yet we are countless as the bodies in which we dwell, are both parent and infinite children in perfect copies.
No degradation.