Minmatar
Brutor
2.30
Dishonored Selek-Blayi
Last Active:
2 days ago
Birthday:
Apr 21, 2021 (4 years old)
Next Birthday:
Apr 21, 2026 (222 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
1,397
Losses
119
Efficiency
92.2%
Danger Ratio
92.2%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
1038.38B ISK
ISK Lost
6.53B ISK
ISK Efficiency
99.4%
ISK Balance
1031.85B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
46
Solo Losses
60
Solo Kill Ratio
3.3%
Solo Efficiency
43.4%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
34
NPC Loss Ratio
28.6
Avg. Kills/Day
0.9
Activity
Very High
Character Biography
Jump into the darkness
I have slain my way through multitudes to stand in one simple dream. The dream of a godless age.
Tempered by the fires l, an iron will remain steadfast through the passage that preys upon the weak.
In the moonlight, I forge my rage…I march into the relentless darkness…
Submit your maimed soul to the machine
The night is near its end. You will die, forget the dream. You will be freed
Be still, spirits; Give me your trust; Forgive the intrusion; I do what I must.
All things end, all things burn to ash. But you, my friend, burn brighter in a dance of devastation
Revoke the frailties of flesh
Despair spread before, like a plague, striking fear into the shadow
Fear is the death that brings obliteration. I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Amd only I will remain
And here we lies still, evermore, in silent suffering. And you, the avenging spirit, spreading chaos at every turn.
You must accept your death, Be freed from the night
We beat on against the current, borne mirages. Here you are at last, an echoe in the dark of the night,
Echo through the ruins, forevermore. I rest and watch the sun rise.
Accept my death, Be freed from the night
I have slain my way through multitudes to stand in one simple dream. The dream of a godless age.
Tempered by the fires l, an iron will remain steadfast through the passage that preys upon the weak.
In the moonlight, I forge my rage…I march into the relentless darkness…
Submit your maimed soul to the machine
The night is near its end. You will die, forget the dream. You will be freed
Be still, spirits; Give me your trust; Forgive the intrusion; I do what I must.
All things end, all things burn to ash. But you, my friend, burn brighter in a dance of devastation
Revoke the frailties of flesh
Despair spread before, like a plague, striking fear into the shadow
Fear is the death that brings obliteration. I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Amd only I will remain
And here we lies still, evermore, in silent suffering. And you, the avenging spirit, spreading chaos at every turn.
You must accept your death, Be freed from the night
We beat on against the current, borne mirages. Here you are at last, an echoe in the dark of the night,
Echo through the ruins, forevermore. I rest and watch the sun rise.
Accept my death, Be freed from the night