Gallente
Gallente
-0.19
El-Bee Leblanc
Last Active:
about 2 months ago
Birthday:
Mar 12, 2013 (12 years old)
Next Birthday:
Mar 12, 2026 (184 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
2,101
Losses
899
Efficiency
70.0%
Danger Ratio
45.4%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
2741.10B ISK
ISK Lost
105.85B ISK
ISK Efficiency
96.3%
ISK Balance
2635.25B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
247
Solo Losses
371
Solo Kill Ratio
11.8%
Solo Efficiency
40.0%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
54
NPC Loss Ratio
6.0
Avg. Kills/Day
0.5
Activity
Very High
Character Biography
Infantry
We had been trained.
People pick the army – they become mechanics, water-supply specialists, cooks, clerks – but the infantry
is different.
The Infantry picks the men: men who do poorly in math, excel at athletics, drink a lot, love their mothers, fear their fathers;
Men who have something to prove or feel they have already proven it all.
We are both proud and ashamed of what we are.
The stepchildren of the Army,
Infantrymen are like guard dogs at the rich man's house.
When people come to visit, the media, the USO, they lock us in the garage and tell us
not to bark,
but when night falls and there is noise outside, everyone is glad we're there.
Excerpt from "The Last True Story I'll Ever Tell" By John Crawford
I love the infantry because they are the underdogs. They are the mud-rain-frost-and-wind boys. They have no comforts, and they even learn to live without the necessities. And in the end they are the guys that wars can't be won without. -- Ernie Pyle
Canes Decidentes
Z-S Overview SaraShawa-Overview
Bill Barilko disappeared that summer
He was on a fishing trip
The last goal he ever scored
Won the Leafs the cup
They didn't win another 'til nineteen-sixty-two
The year he was discovered
I stole this from a hockey card
I keep tucked up under
My fifty-mission cap
I worked it in
I worked it in to look like that
It's my fifty-mission cap
It's his fifty-mission cap
And I worked it in (worked it in)
I worked it in
And I worked it in to look like that
And I worked it in to look like that
We had been trained.
People pick the army – they become mechanics, water-supply specialists, cooks, clerks – but the infantry
is different.
The Infantry picks the men: men who do poorly in math, excel at athletics, drink a lot, love their mothers, fear their fathers;
Men who have something to prove or feel they have already proven it all.
We are both proud and ashamed of what we are.
The stepchildren of the Army,
Infantrymen are like guard dogs at the rich man's house.
When people come to visit, the media, the USO, they lock us in the garage and tell us
not to bark,
but when night falls and there is noise outside, everyone is glad we're there.
Excerpt from "The Last True Story I'll Ever Tell" By John Crawford
I love the infantry because they are the underdogs. They are the mud-rain-frost-and-wind boys. They have no comforts, and they even learn to live without the necessities. And in the end they are the guys that wars can't be won without. -- Ernie Pyle
Canes Decidentes
Z-S Overview SaraShawa-Overview
Bill Barilko disappeared that summer
He was on a fishing trip
The last goal he ever scored
Won the Leafs the cup
They didn't win another 'til nineteen-sixty-two
The year he was discovered
I stole this from a hockey card
I keep tucked up under
My fifty-mission cap
I worked it in
I worked it in to look like that
It's my fifty-mission cap
It's his fifty-mission cap
And I worked it in (worked it in)
I worked it in
And I worked it in to look like that
And I worked it in to look like that