Caldari
Civire
4.86
Innokin Decker
Last Active:
over 2 years ago
Birthday:
Feb 10, 2014 (11 years old)
Next Birthday:
Feb 10, 2026 (151 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
3,128
Losses
464
Efficiency
87.1%
Danger Ratio
0.9%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
7194.60B ISK
ISK Lost
13.37B ISK
ISK Efficiency
99.8%
ISK Balance
7181.23B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
46
Solo Losses
198
Solo Kill Ratio
1.5%
Solo Efficiency
18.9%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
193
NPC Loss Ratio
41.6
Avg. Kills/Day
0.7
Activity
Low
Character Biography
The car is on fire, and there's no driver at the wheel
And the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides
And a dark wind blows
The government is corrupt
And we're on so many drugs
With the radio on and the curtains drawn
We're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine
And the machine is bleeding to death
The sun has fallen down
And the billboards are all leering
And the flags are all dead at the top of their poles
It went like this:
The buildings tumbled in on themselves
Mothers clutching babies
Picked through the rubble
And pulled out their hair
The skyline was beautiful on fire
All twisted metal stretching upwards
Everything washed in a thin orange haze
I said, "Kiss me, you're beautiful -
These are truly the last days"
You grabbed my hand
And we fell into it
Like a daydream
Or a fever
We woke up one morning and fell a little further down
For sure it's the valley of death
I open up my wallet
And it's full of blood.
And the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides
And a dark wind blows
The government is corrupt
And we're on so many drugs
With the radio on and the curtains drawn
We're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine
And the machine is bleeding to death
The sun has fallen down
And the billboards are all leering
And the flags are all dead at the top of their poles
It went like this:
The buildings tumbled in on themselves
Mothers clutching babies
Picked through the rubble
And pulled out their hair
The skyline was beautiful on fire
All twisted metal stretching upwards
Everything washed in a thin orange haze
I said, "Kiss me, you're beautiful -
These are truly the last days"
You grabbed my hand
And we fell into it
Like a daydream
Or a fever
We woke up one morning and fell a little further down
For sure it's the valley of death
I open up my wallet
And it's full of blood.