Caldari
Deteis
-1.31
Phinix Erebus
Last Active:
over 1 year ago
Birthday:
Dec 14, 2015 (9 years old)
Next Birthday:
Dec 14, 2025 (94 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
9,870
Losses
676
Efficiency
93.6%
Danger Ratio
0.9%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
11538.37B ISK
ISK Lost
147.03B ISK
ISK Efficiency
98.7%
ISK Balance
11391.35B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
1,008
Solo Losses
248
Solo Kill Ratio
10.2%
Solo Efficiency
80.3%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
68
NPC Loss Ratio
10.1
Avg. Kills/Day
2.8
Activity
Medium
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, 1914 - 1953
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, 1914 - 1953