Caldari
Civire
5.00
XeeN Aurilen
Last Active:
about 7 years ago
Birthday:
Sep 24, 2011 (14 years old)
Next Birthday:
Sep 24, 2026 (323 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
1,320
Losses
182
Efficiency
87.9%
Danger Ratio
0.9%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
341.21B ISK
ISK Lost
104.32B ISK
ISK Efficiency
76.6%
ISK Balance
236.89B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
85
Solo Losses
86
Solo Kill Ratio
6.4%
Solo Efficiency
49.7%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
42
NPC Loss Ratio
23.1
Avg. Kills/Day
0.3
Activity
Low
Character Biography
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.