Gallente
Intaki
-1.15
Ivan Buhalo
Last Active:
about 14 hours ago
Birthday:
Jan 1, 1970 (55 years old)
Next Birthday:
Jan 1, 2026 (113 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
1,385
Losses
127
Efficiency
91.6%
Danger Ratio
91.6%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
4970.09B ISK
ISK Lost
43.50B ISK
ISK Efficiency
99.1%
ISK Balance
4926.59B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
165
Solo Losses
92
Solo Kill Ratio
11.9%
Solo Efficiency
64.2%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
11
NPC Loss Ratio
8.7
Avg. Kills/Day
0.1
Activity
Very High
Character Biography
Give me some rum!!!! Khoi! Khoi!
That's thunder-like cry:
Give the rum to people!
It's necessary in any case
That people drink rum!
Ladies and gentlemen,
What a trifle indeed!
All the meal is over,
There isn't left any rum in the cellar
The New Year's knocking on the door,
The fifth night consequently
A townsman is drinking rum,
All shout in unison
Why are you making the guests
Play chess or bingo?
You won't play a joke on us
You tavernkeeper or no matter who?
Where, where, where, where is the pianist
He's sleeping under the piano.
A violinist
Has a headache.
All the respectable people
Was turned into a rabble!
Imposible to calm down the people!
Hello New Year!
Guests of course need some rum,
But it'll come only tomorrow afternoon...
The world is cross with the old man...
Farewell my little tavern!
An abbot popped into the tavern
Well, that's so funny thing.
If that isn't a strange fact
That a jester was with him.
And having glanced at those people
The meal was served to all of them
Cooked from clownish ploys
And theological themes.
That's thunder-like cry:
Give the rum to people!
It's necessary in any case
That people drink rum!
Ladies and gentlemen,
What a trifle indeed!
All the meal is over,
There isn't left any rum in the cellar
The New Year's knocking on the door,
The fifth night consequently
A townsman is drinking rum,
All shout in unison
Why are you making the guests
Play chess or bingo?
You won't play a joke on us
You tavernkeeper or no matter who?
Where, where, where, where is the pianist
He's sleeping under the piano.
A violinist
Has a headache.
All the respectable people
Was turned into a rabble!
Imposible to calm down the people!
Hello New Year!
Guests of course need some rum,
But it'll come only tomorrow afternoon...
The world is cross with the old man...
Farewell my little tavern!
An abbot popped into the tavern
Well, that's so funny thing.
If that isn't a strange fact
That a jester was with him.
And having glanced at those people
The meal was served to all of them
Cooked from clownish ploys
And theological themes.