Gallente
Gallente
2.07
Fresco Aideron
Last Active:
about 1 year ago
Birthday:
Jan 1, 1970 (55 years old)
Next Birthday:
Jan 1, 2026 (113 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
3,856
Losses
517
Efficiency
88.2%
Danger Ratio
0.9%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
2926.06B ISK
ISK Lost
36.35B ISK
ISK Efficiency
98.8%
ISK Balance
2889.72B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
227
Solo Losses
195
Solo Kill Ratio
5.9%
Solo Efficiency
53.8%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
35
NPC Loss Ratio
6.8
Avg. Kills/Day
0.2
Activity
Low
Character Biography
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night - 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 have 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.
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 have 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.