Gallente
Gallente
3.42
Last Active:
13 days ago
Birthday:
Aug 28, 2015 (10 years old)
Next Birthday:
Aug 28, 2026 (351 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
15,609
Losses
1,013
Efficiency
93.9%
Danger Ratio
88.8%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
24338.91B ISK
ISK Lost
116.26B ISK
ISK Efficiency
99.5%
ISK Balance
24222.65B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
219
Solo Losses
314
Solo Kill Ratio
1.4%
Solo Efficiency
41.1%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
57
NPC Loss Ratio
5.6
Avg. Kills/Day
4.3
Activity
Very High
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.
Dylan Thomas
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.
Dylan Thomas