Gallente
Gallente
5.00
Bishop Price
Last Active:
9 months ago
Birthday:
Feb 19, 2017 (8 years old)
Next Birthday:
Feb 19, 2026 (160 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
3
Losses
47
Efficiency
6.0%
Danger Ratio
0.4%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
822.17M ISK
ISK Lost
4.62B ISK
ISK Efficiency
15.1%
ISK Balance
-3,797,306,344 ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
0
Solo Losses
27
Solo Kill Ratio
0.0%
Solo Efficiency
0.0%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
12
NPC Loss Ratio
25.5
Avg. Kills/Day
0.0
Activity
Minimal
Character Biography
Bishop Price
The Story
The drumming. Can't you hear it? I thought it would stop, but it never does. Never ever stops. Inside my head, the drumming, The constant drumming.
It's everywhere. Listen, listen, listen. Here come the drums. Here come the drums.
I had estates. Do you remember my father's land back home? Pastures of red grass, stretching far across the slopes of Mount Perdition. We used to run across those fields all day, calling up at the sky. Look at us now.
I am so hungry.
That human Christmas out there. They eat so much. All that roasting meat, cakes and red wine. Hot, fat, blood, food. Pots, plates of meat, and flesh, and grease, and juice, and baking, burnt, sticky hot skin. Hot. It's so hot.
Sliced. Sliced. Sliced.
Stop it.
It's mine. It's mine. It's mine to eat and eat and eat
Stop it. What if I ask you for help? There's more at work tonight than you and me.
Oh yeah?
I've been told something is returning
And here I am.
No, something more.
But it hurts.
I was told the end of time.
It hurts. The noise, the noise in my head, Doctor. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. Stronger than ever before. Can't you hear it?
I'm sorry
Listen, listen, listen, listen. Every minute, every second, every beat of my hearts, there it is, calling to me. Please listen.
I can't hear it.
Listen
What?
But
What!
I heard it. But there's no noise. There never has been. It's just your insanity. What is it? What's inside your head?
It's real. It's real. It's real!
The Story
The drumming. Can't you hear it? I thought it would stop, but it never does. Never ever stops. Inside my head, the drumming, The constant drumming.
It's everywhere. Listen, listen, listen. Here come the drums. Here come the drums.
I had estates. Do you remember my father's land back home? Pastures of red grass, stretching far across the slopes of Mount Perdition. We used to run across those fields all day, calling up at the sky. Look at us now.
I am so hungry.
That human Christmas out there. They eat so much. All that roasting meat, cakes and red wine. Hot, fat, blood, food. Pots, plates of meat, and flesh, and grease, and juice, and baking, burnt, sticky hot skin. Hot. It's so hot.
Sliced. Sliced. Sliced.
Stop it.
It's mine. It's mine. It's mine to eat and eat and eat
Stop it. What if I ask you for help? There's more at work tonight than you and me.
Oh yeah?
I've been told something is returning
And here I am.
No, something more.
But it hurts.
I was told the end of time.
It hurts. The noise, the noise in my head, Doctor. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. Stronger than ever before. Can't you hear it?
I'm sorry
Listen, listen, listen, listen. Every minute, every second, every beat of my hearts, there it is, calling to me. Please listen.
I can't hear it.
Listen
What?
But
What!
I heard it. But there's no noise. There never has been. It's just your insanity. What is it? What's inside your head?
It's real. It's real. It's real!