Gallente
Gallente
4.37
Sybilla Atreus
Last Active:
over 7 years ago
Birthday:
Aug 28, 2012 (13 years old)
Next Birthday:
Aug 28, 2026 (350 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
156
Losses
193
Efficiency
44.7%
Danger Ratio
0.4%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
38.28B ISK
ISK Lost
23.17B ISK
ISK Efficiency
62.3%
ISK Balance
15.10B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
97
Solo Losses
119
Solo Kill Ratio
62.2%
Solo Efficiency
44.9%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
1
NPC Loss Ratio
0.5
Avg. Kills/Day
0.0
Activity
Minimal
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.