Gallente
Gallente
5.00
Last Active:
over 6 years ago
Birthday:
Jan 1, 1970 (55 years old)
Next Birthday:
Jan 1, 2026 (112 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
161
Losses
55
Efficiency
74.5%
Danger Ratio
0.7%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
96.00B ISK
ISK Lost
5.95B ISK
ISK Efficiency
94.2%
ISK Balance
90.05B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
3
Solo Losses
23
Solo Kill Ratio
1.9%
Solo Efficiency
11.5%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
5
NPC Loss Ratio
9.1
Avg. Kills/Day
0.0
Activity
Minimal
Character Biography
Your staring at my eye..... Everyone does....
a mark of pride it is indeed, an accident is how it happened.
A load of Noxicum spilled over during an offloading in station.
Luckily I was not buried, the prostitute was no so lucky.
Think her name was Spaceship B...... something
but a miner I still remain as was my father,
The nox nearly killed me, poisonus the stuff is,
True to the ore I am. Spending days in space,
Unwashed and grimey in my captains seat,
stinking up my cabin,
finding the occasional skidmark in the pants,
finding the occasional klingong smeared between cheeks,
I think they call that sharting, fart/shit in one,
I mine my own gastric gasses and sell on market.
did I mention I freeball? well now you know.
No butthuggers or tighty whities for me.
Im a real miner to the grimey core.
I dont need a change of clothes,
Unless im pissing out the wrong hole into my pants.
My groin has never known scissor or blade,
Im a real man, a rugged miner.
a mark of pride it is indeed, an accident is how it happened.
A load of Noxicum spilled over during an offloading in station.
Luckily I was not buried, the prostitute was no so lucky.
Think her name was Spaceship B...... something
but a miner I still remain as was my father,
The nox nearly killed me, poisonus the stuff is,
True to the ore I am. Spending days in space,
Unwashed and grimey in my captains seat,
stinking up my cabin,
finding the occasional skidmark in the pants,
finding the occasional klingong smeared between cheeks,
I think they call that sharting, fart/shit in one,
I mine my own gastric gasses and sell on market.
did I mention I freeball? well now you know.
No butthuggers or tighty whities for me.
Im a real miner to the grimey core.
I dont need a change of clothes,
Unless im pissing out the wrong hole into my pants.
My groin has never known scissor or blade,
Im a real man, a rugged miner.