Gallente
Gallente
-3.39
Love Pivo
Last Active:
5 days ago
Birthday:
Jul 28, 2013 (12 years old)
Next Birthday:
Jul 28, 2026 (320 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
958
Losses
344
Efficiency
73.6%
Danger Ratio
73.6%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
16101.56B ISK
ISK Lost
90.70B ISK
ISK Efficiency
99.4%
ISK Balance
16010.86B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
35
Solo Losses
156
Solo Kill Ratio
3.7%
Solo Efficiency
18.3%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
8
NPC Loss Ratio
2.3
Avg. Kills/Day
0.2
Activity
Very High
Character Biography
Kill: Jeni Quado (Myrmidon)
Kill: Seth Quado (Myrmidon)
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 that 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.
Kill: Seth Quado (Myrmidon)
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 that 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.