Gallente
Gallente
5.00
Last Active:
9 days ago
Birthday:
Apr 7, 2020 (5 years old)
Next Birthday:
Apr 7, 2026 (208 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
657
Losses
491
Efficiency
57.2%
Danger Ratio
56.7%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
60.56B ISK
ISK Lost
37.37B ISK
ISK Efficiency
61.8%
ISK Balance
23.19B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
227
Solo Losses
293
Solo Kill Ratio
34.6%
Solo Efficiency
43.7%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
69
NPC Loss Ratio
14.1
Avg. Kills/Day
0.3
Activity
Very High
Character Biography
The Breathing Cosmos
Space is not emptiness,
but a canvas where time paints in silence.
Light travels across the vast dark,
bearing stories of stars long gone,
their essence scattered into clouds of becoming.
Between the galaxies,
where shadows stretch and darkness seems absolute,
particles dance unseen,
flickers of energy shaping the unseen web
that holds the universe together.
Nebulae unfurl like ancient scrolls,
etched with the beginnings of new worlds.
In their depths, gravity whispers promises
to dust and gas,
coaxing them into suns and planets.
Black holes, enigmatic and unseen,
are engines of creation and destruction,
devouring light and matter,
their event horizons the thresholds of mystery
we long to cross.
Even in silence, the cosmos hums,
its frequency felt in the pull of the tides,
in the burning cores of stars,
in the endless expansion
that carries galaxies further apart
and yet binds them in shared history.
We look up and see infinity,
but space is not empty.
It is full of motion, memory, and potential—
a living vastness,
awaiting our understanding.
By Phyve Solette
Space is not emptiness,
but a canvas where time paints in silence.
Light travels across the vast dark,
bearing stories of stars long gone,
their essence scattered into clouds of becoming.
Between the galaxies,
where shadows stretch and darkness seems absolute,
particles dance unseen,
flickers of energy shaping the unseen web
that holds the universe together.
Nebulae unfurl like ancient scrolls,
etched with the beginnings of new worlds.
In their depths, gravity whispers promises
to dust and gas,
coaxing them into suns and planets.
Black holes, enigmatic and unseen,
are engines of creation and destruction,
devouring light and matter,
their event horizons the thresholds of mystery
we long to cross.
Even in silence, the cosmos hums,
its frequency felt in the pull of the tides,
in the burning cores of stars,
in the endless expansion
that carries galaxies further apart
and yet binds them in shared history.
We look up and see infinity,
but space is not empty.
It is full of motion, memory, and potential—
a living vastness,
awaiting our understanding.
By Phyve Solette