Gallente
Gallente
5.00
Strider Sangreal
Last Active:
4 days ago
Birthday:
Aug 24, 2019 (6 years old)
Next Birthday:
Aug 24, 2026 (346 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
7
Losses
85
Efficiency
7.6%
Danger Ratio
7.6%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
768.12M ISK
ISK Lost
8.66B ISK
ISK Efficiency
8.1%
ISK Balance
-7,888,657,114 ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
0
Solo Losses
34
Solo Kill Ratio
0.0%
Solo Efficiency
0.0%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
11
NPC Loss Ratio
12.9
Avg. Kills/Day
0.0
Activity
Low
Character Biography
"Inside the tables circle;
Under the sacred sword;
A knight must vow to follow;
The code that is unending;
Unending as the table-;
A ring by honor bound;"
"A knight is sworn to valor;
His heart knows only virtue;
His blade defends the helpless;
His might upholds the weak;
His words speak only truth;
His wrath undoes the wicked!"
"The right can never die;
If one man still recalls;
The words are not forgot;
If one voice speaks them clear;
the code forever shines;
If one heart holds it bright!"
"I would rather die on my feet, than live on my knees!"
"We shall go on to the end, we shall fight in Solitude, we shall fight in Essence and Sinq Laison, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in space, we shall defend our systems, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the gates, we shall fight on the Asteroid Belts, we shall fight in the Keepstars and in the Citidels , we shall fight in the Raitaru; we shall never surrender, and even if, which I do not for a moment believe, this Federation or a large part of it were subjugated and starving, then our Empire beyond the Low sec, armed and guarded by the Gellente Fleet, would carry on the struggle, until, in God's good time, the New Eden, with all its power and might, steps forth to the rescue and the liberation of the old."
"The gratitude of every citidel in our systems, in our Empire, and indeed throughout New Eden except in the abodes of the guilty goes out to the Gellente pilots who, undaunted by odds, unweakened by their constant challenge and mortal danger, are turning the tide of intestellar war by their prowess and their devotion.
Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few. All hearts go out to the frigate pilots, whose brilliant actions we see with our own eyes day after day but we must never forget that all the time, night after night, month after month, our nemesis squadrons travel far into null sec find their targets in the darkness by the highest navigational skill, aims their attacks, often under the heaviest fire, often at serious loss, with deliberate, careful precision, and inflict shattering blows upon the whole of the technical and war-making structure of the alien power.
Under the sacred sword;
A knight must vow to follow;
The code that is unending;
Unending as the table-;
A ring by honor bound;"
"A knight is sworn to valor;
His heart knows only virtue;
His blade defends the helpless;
His might upholds the weak;
His words speak only truth;
His wrath undoes the wicked!"
"The right can never die;
If one man still recalls;
The words are not forgot;
If one voice speaks them clear;
the code forever shines;
If one heart holds it bright!"
"I would rather die on my feet, than live on my knees!"
"We shall go on to the end, we shall fight in Solitude, we shall fight in Essence and Sinq Laison, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in space, we shall defend our systems, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the gates, we shall fight on the Asteroid Belts, we shall fight in the Keepstars and in the Citidels , we shall fight in the Raitaru; we shall never surrender, and even if, which I do not for a moment believe, this Federation or a large part of it were subjugated and starving, then our Empire beyond the Low sec, armed and guarded by the Gellente Fleet, would carry on the struggle, until, in God's good time, the New Eden, with all its power and might, steps forth to the rescue and the liberation of the old."
"The gratitude of every citidel in our systems, in our Empire, and indeed throughout New Eden except in the abodes of the guilty goes out to the Gellente pilots who, undaunted by odds, unweakened by their constant challenge and mortal danger, are turning the tide of intestellar war by their prowess and their devotion.
Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few. All hearts go out to the frigate pilots, whose brilliant actions we see with our own eyes day after day but we must never forget that all the time, night after night, month after month, our nemesis squadrons travel far into null sec find their targets in the darkness by the highest navigational skill, aims their attacks, often under the heaviest fire, often at serious loss, with deliberate, careful precision, and inflict shattering blows upon the whole of the technical and war-making structure of the alien power.