Minmatar
Vherokior
4.19
Wedge Capulet
Last Active:
about 20 hours ago
Birthday:
Oct 15, 2006 (19 years old)
Next Birthday:
Oct 15, 2026 (345 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
184
Losses
41
Efficiency
81.8%
Danger Ratio
81.8%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
28.67B ISK
ISK Lost
15.40B ISK
ISK Efficiency
65.1%
ISK Balance
13.27B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
12
Solo Losses
16
Solo Kill Ratio
6.5%
Solo Efficiency
42.9%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
2
NPC Loss Ratio
4.9
Avg. Kills/Day
0.0
Activity
Medium
Character Biography
Ye Olde Pirate Ode
The Drunken Duck
Three pirates wenten into a pub
And gleefully their hands did rub
In expectation of revelry
For 'twas the hour known as happy
Great bottles of wine did they quaff
And hadde they a really good laffe
'Til drunkennesse held full dominion
(For 'twas two for the price of one)
Yet after wine and mead and sac
Man must have a massive snack
Great pasties from Caldari Prime
With slice of cake and juice of lime
Upon three young wenches round and sly
The fellows cast a wanton eye
But then the fellows began to pale
For quail are not the friend of ale
And in their bellies much confusion
From their throats, vile extrusion!
Thrown they were from The Drunken Duck
No trace of ISK, nor maid to fu....umble
Homeward bound must quickly roll
To that end, a starship stole
Their hands all with vomit greased
The CEO was not best pleased!
He threw them into a ditch of shite
All agreed: What a brilliant night!
The Drunken Duck
Three pirates wenten into a pub
And gleefully their hands did rub
In expectation of revelry
For 'twas the hour known as happy
Great bottles of wine did they quaff
And hadde they a really good laffe
'Til drunkennesse held full dominion
(For 'twas two for the price of one)
Yet after wine and mead and sac
Man must have a massive snack
Great pasties from Caldari Prime
With slice of cake and juice of lime
Upon three young wenches round and sly
The fellows cast a wanton eye
But then the fellows began to pale
For quail are not the friend of ale
And in their bellies much confusion
From their throats, vile extrusion!
Thrown they were from The Drunken Duck
No trace of ISK, nor maid to fu....umble
Homeward bound must quickly roll
To that end, a starship stole
Their hands all with vomit greased
The CEO was not best pleased!
He threw them into a ditch of shite
All agreed: What a brilliant night!