Gallente
Gallente
1.68
Bok Solette
Last Active:
over 9 years ago
Birthday:
Jan 1, 1970 (55 years old)
Next Birthday:
Jan 1, 2026 (111 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
75
Losses
181
Efficiency
29.3%
Danger Ratio
0.3%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
6.68B ISK
ISK Lost
14.33B ISK
ISK Efficiency
31.8%
ISK Balance
-7,652,765,619 ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
6
Solo Losses
95
Solo Kill Ratio
8.0%
Solo Efficiency
5.9%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
2
NPC Loss Ratio
1.1
Avg. Kills/Day
0.0
Activity
Minimal
Character Biography
...Not a sigh for the lot that darkles,
Not a tear for the friends that sink-,
We'll fall, 'midst the wine-cup's sparkles,
As mute as the wine we drink.
Come, stand to your glasses, steadyl!
'Tis this that the respite buys:
A cup to the dead already-
Hurrah for the next that dies!
There's a mist on the glass congealing,
'Tis the hurricane's sultry breath;
And thus does the warmth of feeling
Turn ice in the grasp of Death.
But stand to your glasses, steady!
For a moment the vapor flies:
Quaff a cup to the dead already-
Hurrah for the next that dies!
Who dreads to the dust returning?
Who shrinks from the sable shore,
Where the high and haughty yearning
Of the soul can sting no more?
No, stand to your glasses, steady!
The world is a world of lies:
A cup to the dead already-
And hurrah for the next that dies!...
-Composed by Capt. Bartholomew Dowling in India about 1845
Not a tear for the friends that sink-,
We'll fall, 'midst the wine-cup's sparkles,
As mute as the wine we drink.
Come, stand to your glasses, steadyl!
'Tis this that the respite buys:
A cup to the dead already-
Hurrah for the next that dies!
There's a mist on the glass congealing,
'Tis the hurricane's sultry breath;
And thus does the warmth of feeling
Turn ice in the grasp of Death.
But stand to your glasses, steady!
For a moment the vapor flies:
Quaff a cup to the dead already-
Hurrah for the next that dies!
Who dreads to the dust returning?
Who shrinks from the sable shore,
Where the high and haughty yearning
Of the soul can sting no more?
No, stand to your glasses, steady!
The world is a world of lies:
A cup to the dead already-
And hurrah for the next that dies!...
-Composed by Capt. Bartholomew Dowling in India about 1845