Gallente
Gallente
5.01
Kostantinos Kiroplastis
Last Active:
1 day ago
Birthday:
Oct 31, 2015 (9 years old)
Next Birthday:
Oct 31, 2025 (49 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
188
Losses
184
Efficiency
50.5%
Danger Ratio
50.5%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
289.14B ISK
ISK Lost
26.43B ISK
ISK Efficiency
91.6%
ISK Balance
262.71B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
4
Solo Losses
94
Solo Kill Ratio
2.1%
Solo Efficiency
4.1%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
33
NPC Loss Ratio
17.9
Avg. Kills/Day
0.1
Activity
Medium
Character Biography
The difference between stupidity and genius is that genius has its limits. --- A.Einstein
We are just an advanced breed of monkeys on a minor planet of a very average star. But we can understand the Universe. That makes us something very special. --- Steven Hawking
William Blake
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat.
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp.
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
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I AM DEAF
We are just an advanced breed of monkeys on a minor planet of a very average star. But we can understand the Universe. That makes us something very special. --- Steven Hawking
William Blake
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat.
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp.
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
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I AM DEAF