Gallente
Gallente
-1.57
Souls MasterCruise
Last Active:
30 days ago
Birthday:
Nov 8, 2019 (5 years old)
Next Birthday:
Nov 8, 2025 (57 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
309
Losses
40
Efficiency
88.5%
Danger Ratio
70.9%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
185.86B ISK
ISK Lost
39.35B ISK
ISK Efficiency
82.5%
ISK Balance
146.51B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
80
Solo Losses
22
Solo Kill Ratio
25.9%
Solo Efficiency
78.4%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
13
NPC Loss Ratio
32.5
Avg. Kills/Day
0.1
Activity
Medium
Character Biography
11631 to Thukker Component Assembly Facility - Neutron Blaster
Den = ded 4
Yard = ded 5
Ralley Point = ded 6
Port = ded 7
Hub = ded 8
Haven = ded 9
Sanctum = ded 10
Leuscreuntos > the shlibbles of the far north speak to me, and they say, the
giraffe, it fly’s with the pigs, screaming tractor! TRACTOR! then the giant
volcanoes falls from the sky and crushes them against the moon
HealTheSoul > a moon of cheese, edam gouda good little ppl of chocolate who
fish the giant marshes
Leuscreuntos > the marshes of lemonade, they bubble and fizz, causing the
sky to go purple, making the parakeets swim underwater finding penguins
HealTheSoul > where the fish say flabble under the green sun of
enlightenment, where jimmy ray beams music across the discordant void of
leuses mind
HealTheSoul > /emote plays the banjo
Leuscreuntos > as the plastic bottle melts and forms a giant hospital for
the wicked, consuming the minds of little chickens, thinking of pie and
clams, wondering when there daddy will play priest and consume the lizards
of the far north
HealTheSoul > a place that is cold warm and hot depending on your armpit
size to help enjoy the musings of old crocs in pajamas gazing at the sky of
giant oranges crying over spilt milk
Leuscreuntos > while the small universe of the flabbers jump up and down on
the back of fair maidens, with beards, wondering where the prince of shavers
will come and consume there toe nails
HealTheSoul > toe nails collected to make Swiss cheese with hokey pokey bits
to enjoy a creamy mud pie for earth worms in space digesting minute jibber
jabbers from endomorphic planets
Leuscreuntos > while the sun cries "My god! Why me? Why must my fingers be
curved in the shape of horses?" as the comets fall from the earth and
consumes the soul of little kiddies, thinking how much like there mother
they wish they were
HealTheSoul > a water of bread that sinks into nothingness as flying fish
fly into walls of solitude to enjoy brainless mashing intelligence of the
meanderings of a lost scanner device
Leuscreuntos > as the rifter of death falls to the crystal moon of endar 18
while the monkeys of skull island think upon the mad scientist where as they
could consume the world of warcraft as it plays out upon the story of
intelligence
Den = ded 4
Yard = ded 5
Ralley Point = ded 6
Port = ded 7
Hub = ded 8
Haven = ded 9
Sanctum = ded 10
Leuscreuntos > the shlibbles of the far north speak to me, and they say, the
giraffe, it fly’s with the pigs, screaming tractor! TRACTOR! then the giant
volcanoes falls from the sky and crushes them against the moon
HealTheSoul > a moon of cheese, edam gouda good little ppl of chocolate who
fish the giant marshes
Leuscreuntos > the marshes of lemonade, they bubble and fizz, causing the
sky to go purple, making the parakeets swim underwater finding penguins
HealTheSoul > where the fish say flabble under the green sun of
enlightenment, where jimmy ray beams music across the discordant void of
leuses mind
HealTheSoul > /emote plays the banjo
Leuscreuntos > as the plastic bottle melts and forms a giant hospital for
the wicked, consuming the minds of little chickens, thinking of pie and
clams, wondering when there daddy will play priest and consume the lizards
of the far north
HealTheSoul > a place that is cold warm and hot depending on your armpit
size to help enjoy the musings of old crocs in pajamas gazing at the sky of
giant oranges crying over spilt milk
Leuscreuntos > while the small universe of the flabbers jump up and down on
the back of fair maidens, with beards, wondering where the prince of shavers
will come and consume there toe nails
HealTheSoul > toe nails collected to make Swiss cheese with hokey pokey bits
to enjoy a creamy mud pie for earth worms in space digesting minute jibber
jabbers from endomorphic planets
Leuscreuntos > while the sun cries "My god! Why me? Why must my fingers be
curved in the shape of horses?" as the comets fall from the earth and
consumes the soul of little kiddies, thinking how much like there mother
they wish they were
HealTheSoul > a water of bread that sinks into nothingness as flying fish
fly into walls of solitude to enjoy brainless mashing intelligence of the
meanderings of a lost scanner device
Leuscreuntos > as the rifter of death falls to the crystal moon of endar 18
while the monkeys of skull island think upon the mad scientist where as they
could consume the world of warcraft as it plays out upon the story of
intelligence