Caldari
Deteis
2.60
Tom K'rathma
Last Active:
about 7 hours ago
Birthday:
Oct 12, 2011 (13 years old)
Next Birthday:
Oct 12, 2025 (32 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
781
Losses
343
Efficiency
69.5%
Danger Ratio
69.5%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
164.04B ISK
ISK Lost
42.82B ISK
ISK Efficiency
79.3%
ISK Balance
121.22B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
88
Solo Losses
130
Solo Kill Ratio
11.3%
Solo Efficiency
40.4%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
9
NPC Loss Ratio
2.6
Avg. Kills/Day
0.2
Activity
Very High
Character Biography
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Black Monolith
>Do not go gentle into that goodnight<
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 the 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.
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Black Monolith
>Do not go gentle into that goodnight<
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 the 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.