Gallente
Gallente
0.39
Andrea Ellecon
Last Active:
5 months ago
Birthday:
Dec 22, 2014 (10 years old)
Next Birthday:
Dec 22, 2025 (101 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
552
Losses
605
Efficiency
47.7%
Danger Ratio
7.3%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
161.36B ISK
ISK Lost
5.12B ISK
ISK Efficiency
96.9%
ISK Balance
156.24B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
167
Solo Losses
359
Solo Kill Ratio
30.3%
Solo Efficiency
31.7%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
555
NPC Loss Ratio
91.7
Avg. Kills/Day
0.1
Activity
Medium
Character Biography
From mercy’s chains, deliver us,
From the poison of pity, deliver us.
Let not their pleas cloud our purpose,
Let not their cries shake our hate.
I am the Bloody Rose, a thorn in the heretic’s flesh,
The flame that sears the unclean breath.
My arm will not tremble, my blade will not stay,
For mercy is weakness, and pity a sin.
Give me the courage to hate.
From the false humanity that weakens the soul,
From the vile spark that spares the foe.
Let not their faces weaken my strike,
Let not their suffering silence my wrath.
I am the Bloody Rose, a thorn in the heretic’s flesh,
The flame that sears the unclean breath.
My arm will not tremble, my blade will not stay,
For mercy is weakness, and pity a sin.
Give me the courage to hate.
"Know that you bring them only death,
Know that you must spare none.
Hold no pity, show no pardon,
Let hatred guide your strike.
Pity is the seed of sin,
Mercy is the rot within."
I am the vessel of righteous hate,
My arms are moved by endless rage.
Spare none, pardon none,
Let them be undone.
I am the Bloody Rose, vengeance made flesh,
The flame that sears the unclean breath.
My heart will not waver, my blade will not fall,
For mercy is weakness, and pity a sin.
"In hatred, we are pure; in wrath, we are clean.
Fury is the hand unseen.
Strength lies only in the purging flame;
No pity, no mercy, no sin shall remain."
From the poison of pity, deliver us.
Let not their pleas cloud our purpose,
Let not their cries shake our hate.
I am the Bloody Rose, a thorn in the heretic’s flesh,
The flame that sears the unclean breath.
My arm will not tremble, my blade will not stay,
For mercy is weakness, and pity a sin.
Give me the courage to hate.
From the false humanity that weakens the soul,
From the vile spark that spares the foe.
Let not their faces weaken my strike,
Let not their suffering silence my wrath.
I am the Bloody Rose, a thorn in the heretic’s flesh,
The flame that sears the unclean breath.
My arm will not tremble, my blade will not stay,
For mercy is weakness, and pity a sin.
Give me the courage to hate.
"Know that you bring them only death,
Know that you must spare none.
Hold no pity, show no pardon,
Let hatred guide your strike.
Pity is the seed of sin,
Mercy is the rot within."
I am the vessel of righteous hate,
My arms are moved by endless rage.
Spare none, pardon none,
Let them be undone.
I am the Bloody Rose, vengeance made flesh,
The flame that sears the unclean breath.
My heart will not waver, my blade will not fall,
For mercy is weakness, and pity a sin.
"In hatred, we are pure; in wrath, we are clean.
Fury is the hand unseen.
Strength lies only in the purging flame;
No pity, no mercy, no sin shall remain."