Minmatar
Brutor
0.57
Greygore Taron
Last Active:
29 minutes ago
Birthday:
Dec 27, 2019 (5 years old)
Next Birthday:
Dec 27, 2025 (109 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
152
Losses
42
Efficiency
78.4%
Danger Ratio
78.4%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
28.09B ISK
ISK Lost
3.01B ISK
ISK Efficiency
90.3%
ISK Balance
25.08B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
3
Solo Losses
12
Solo Kill Ratio
2.0%
Solo Efficiency
20.0%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
2
NPC Loss Ratio
4.8
Avg. Kills/Day
0.1
Activity
Medium
Character Biography
The Boomhowlers Cometh...
A long time ago....
Greygore Boomhowler awoke to the cacophony of battle. He had been here before... a hellscape of madness, men and women driven by one sole purpose... war... the test of will, strength, and savagery. This time, tools had been prepared. His arrival was expected. This was a good thing, as time wasn't a thing to waste, being of an interdimensional race. He looked at his limbs. His skin was dark, and foreign inks were laid into it. Or, what seemed foreign. He always seemed to forget that what is, simply is, and that he must be what he has always been. A smith, a warrior.
The clamor rose. Enemies were close... this new form could sense from a great distance away, the foes that lied in wait to tear flesh from bone, and wire from metal. But this time was different. This time, others fought beside him. This time, he was legion...
R.I.P Boomhowler Mercs 6-9-21
Available for custom order:
Projectile Ammunition-SM
Light Missiles
Heavy Missiles
Projectile Weapons-SM
Launchers
A long time ago....
Greygore Boomhowler awoke to the cacophony of battle. He had been here before... a hellscape of madness, men and women driven by one sole purpose... war... the test of will, strength, and savagery. This time, tools had been prepared. His arrival was expected. This was a good thing, as time wasn't a thing to waste, being of an interdimensional race. He looked at his limbs. His skin was dark, and foreign inks were laid into it. Or, what seemed foreign. He always seemed to forget that what is, simply is, and that he must be what he has always been. A smith, a warrior.
The clamor rose. Enemies were close... this new form could sense from a great distance away, the foes that lied in wait to tear flesh from bone, and wire from metal. But this time was different. This time, others fought beside him. This time, he was legion...
R.I.P Boomhowler Mercs 6-9-21
Available for custom order:
Projectile Ammunition-SM
Light Missiles
Heavy Missiles
Projectile Weapons-SM
Launchers