Minmatar
Sebiestor
2.10
Gorgeous George McSteele
Last Active:
3 months ago
Birthday:
Aug 18, 2012 (13 years old)
Next Birthday:
Aug 18, 2026 (342 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
1,011
Losses
118
Efficiency
89.5%
Danger Ratio
21.3%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
91.14B ISK
ISK Lost
5.50B ISK
ISK Efficiency
94.3%
ISK Balance
85.65B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
265
Solo Losses
60
Solo Kill Ratio
26.2%
Solo Efficiency
81.5%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
6
NPC Loss Ratio
5.1
Avg. Kills/Day
0.2
Activity
Medium
Character Biography
The details of my life are quite inconsequential.
However, my father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.
My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.
However, my father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.
My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.