Caldari
Civire
3.67
Simon Vilken
Last Active:
2 days ago
Birthday:
Jun 27, 2010 (15 years old)
Next Birthday:
Jun 27, 2026 (235 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
177
Losses
26
Efficiency
87.2%
Danger Ratio
87.2%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
35.80B ISK
ISK Lost
2.71B ISK
ISK Efficiency
93.0%
ISK Balance
33.09B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
10
Solo Losses
10
Solo Kill Ratio
5.6%
Solo Efficiency
50.0%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
2
NPC Loss Ratio
7.7
Avg. Kills/Day
0.0
Activity
Medium
Character Biography
00:08:24 Notify Orbiting The Edge of Reality (1000m)
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Space is a lullaby, exploration a dream. The motionless environments beyond the wormholes are places of refuge, retirement, safety, stasis. Nestled in this corner, a comfortable deadspace pocket, something ancient resides: a society asleep, their secret structures inert and isolated, safe in soundless void.
These ruins doze away, oneiromantic. They’ve slumbered for millennia, yet their structure remains intact. In their torpor, their memories have dimmed, their significance forgotten, their inhabitants faded. Ripe secrets are stored in this sleeping mass, hidden wonders for the taking.
Reaching the Sleepers’ treasures is a hazardous task. Something stirs amidst the ancient outpost: a nagging fear, a festering phantasm. Not everything sleeps peacefully here: Who knows if there are nightmares lurking in this berceuse?
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Space is a lullaby, exploration a dream. The motionless environments beyond the wormholes are places of refuge, retirement, safety, stasis. Nestled in this corner, a comfortable deadspace pocket, something ancient resides: a society asleep, their secret structures inert and isolated, safe in soundless void.
These ruins doze away, oneiromantic. They’ve slumbered for millennia, yet their structure remains intact. In their torpor, their memories have dimmed, their significance forgotten, their inhabitants faded. Ripe secrets are stored in this sleeping mass, hidden wonders for the taking.
Reaching the Sleepers’ treasures is a hazardous task. Something stirs amidst the ancient outpost: a nagging fear, a festering phantasm. Not everything sleeps peacefully here: Who knows if there are nightmares lurking in this berceuse?