Gallente
Gallente
5.00
Marcus Demetirus
Last Active:
15 days ago
Birthday:
Feb 13, 2008 (17 years old)
Next Birthday:
Feb 13, 2026 (155 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
46
Losses
272
Efficiency
14.5%
Danger Ratio
13.4%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
4.28B ISK
ISK Lost
44.94B ISK
ISK Efficiency
8.7%
ISK Balance
-40,651,809,575 ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
24
Solo Losses
136
Solo Kill Ratio
52.2%
Solo Efficiency
15.0%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
34
NPC Loss Ratio
12.5
Avg. Kills/Day
0.0
Activity
Medium
Character Biography
(OOC: Active RPer)
He was was born on Caldari Prime, but his parents immigrated to the Gallente Prime when he as a very small child. He grew up well in the Federation, and exelled in all his studies, eventually ending up working as an overpaid minor governmet offical on Gallente Prime. After a few years in the public sector, he had finally saved up enough to become a Capsuleer. Once reaching the skys, he immediatly set off to become a powerful industrillite, satisfied with starting at the bottom and working his way up.
After years of drifting through empty space, he has returned to his home Empire, eagerly awating the new challanges that lay ahead of him.
After a few months of lazily puttering around space, he realized that, truly, the Gallente government should be fought against, and has publicly declared support for the Caldari and Amarr in their war against the, (in his opinion,) corrupt and degraded Gallente government, and for the successful reclimation of all Matari reble slaves by the Amarr.
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(O.o)
(G G)
This is Evil Bunny. Assist him in his plans for
universal domination by copying him into your bio.
"Who's in the shadows, who's ready to play?
Are we the hunter, or are we the prey?"
“Some capsuleers claim that ECM is 'dishonorable' and 'unfair'.
Jam those ones first, and kill them last.”
- Jirai 'Fatal' Laitanen,
Bob's Prayer
Our Bob, who art in wormholes,
Hallowed be thy J-Tag.
Thy system effects come,
Thy sigs be scanned,
In statics as they are in home.
Give us this day our daily content.
And forgive us our carebearing,
As we cleanse those who carebear in turn.
Lead us not into K-space;
But deliver us from Local.
For thine is the unknown,
The tears, and the salt,
For ever and ever.
D-Scan.
Combat Philosophies of the various Races:
Amarr: God says I'm better than you, so just stop fighting back.
Caldari: I don't need a fast ship, I can hit you from here.
Minmatar: Hold on, as soon as I find something heavy, I'll kill you with it.
Gallente: Just wait til I get in range....
He was was born on Caldari Prime, but his parents immigrated to the Gallente Prime when he as a very small child. He grew up well in the Federation, and exelled in all his studies, eventually ending up working as an overpaid minor governmet offical on Gallente Prime. After a few years in the public sector, he had finally saved up enough to become a Capsuleer. Once reaching the skys, he immediatly set off to become a powerful industrillite, satisfied with starting at the bottom and working his way up.
After years of drifting through empty space, he has returned to his home Empire, eagerly awating the new challanges that lay ahead of him.
After a few months of lazily puttering around space, he realized that, truly, the Gallente government should be fought against, and has publicly declared support for the Caldari and Amarr in their war against the, (in his opinion,) corrupt and degraded Gallente government, and for the successful reclimation of all Matari reble slaves by the Amarr.
(\\_/)
(O.o)
(G G)
This is Evil Bunny. Assist him in his plans for
universal domination by copying him into your bio.
"Who's in the shadows, who's ready to play?
Are we the hunter, or are we the prey?"
“Some capsuleers claim that ECM is 'dishonorable' and 'unfair'.
Jam those ones first, and kill them last.”
- Jirai 'Fatal' Laitanen,
Bob's Prayer
Our Bob, who art in wormholes,
Hallowed be thy J-Tag.
Thy system effects come,
Thy sigs be scanned,
In statics as they are in home.
Give us this day our daily content.
And forgive us our carebearing,
As we cleanse those who carebear in turn.
Lead us not into K-space;
But deliver us from Local.
For thine is the unknown,
The tears, and the salt,
For ever and ever.
D-Scan.
Combat Philosophies of the various Races:
Amarr: God says I'm better than you, so just stop fighting back.
Caldari: I don't need a fast ship, I can hit you from here.
Minmatar: Hold on, as soon as I find something heavy, I'll kill you with it.
Gallente: Just wait til I get in range....