Gallente
Gallente
5.00
Last Active:
about 3 years ago
Birthday:
Jan 20, 2018 (7 years old)
Next Birthday:
Jan 20, 2026 (130 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
521
Losses
38
Efficiency
93.2%
Danger Ratio
0.9%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
444.85B ISK
ISK Lost
4.43B ISK
ISK Efficiency
99.0%
ISK Balance
440.43B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
12
Solo Losses
7
Solo Kill Ratio
2.3%
Solo Efficiency
63.2%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
3
NPC Loss Ratio
7.9
Avg. Kills/Day
0.2
Activity
Minimal
Character Biography
Do Not Go Getle Into That Good Night
By:Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightningthey
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
By:Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightningthey
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.