Amarr
Amarr
5.02
stardog Arkaral
Last Active:
about 2 months ago
Birthday:
Mar 8, 2013 (12 years old)
Next Birthday:
Mar 8, 2026 (123 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
639
Losses
258
Efficiency
71.2%
Danger Ratio
46.8%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
706.60B ISK
ISK Lost
58.92B ISK
ISK Efficiency
92.3%
ISK Balance
647.68B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
51
Solo Losses
122
Solo Kill Ratio
8.0%
Solo Efficiency
29.5%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
47
NPC Loss Ratio
18.2
Avg. Kills/Day
0.1
Activity
High
Character Biography
By Dylan Thomas
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 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.
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 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.