Amarr
Amarr
-1.85
Last Active:
almost 3 years ago
Birthday:
Mar 18, 2015 (10 years old)
Next Birthday:
Mar 18, 2026 (188 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
2,872
Losses
293
Efficiency
90.7%
Danger Ratio
0.9%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
2173.07B ISK
ISK Lost
17.60B ISK
ISK Efficiency
99.2%
ISK Balance
2155.47B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
29
Solo Losses
105
Solo Kill Ratio
1.0%
Solo Efficiency
21.6%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
21
NPC Loss Ratio
7.2
Avg. Kills/Day
0.8
Activity
Low
Character Biography
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 the 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.
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 the 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.