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Haunted House [HILL]
Combat Metrics
Kills
1,824
Losses
336
Efficiency
84.4%
Danger Ratio
0.8%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
213.24B ISK
ISK Lost
26.11B ISK
ISK Efficiency
89.1%
ISK Balance
187.13B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
500
Solo Losses
122
Solo Kill Ratio
27.4%
Solo Efficiency
80.4%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
7
NPC Loss Ratio
2.1
Avg. Kills/Day
0.3
Activity
Low
Character Biography
Open_House All nationalities/interests/etc who-ever you are, you're welcome.
https://discord.gg/AadVrVVd
This is Haunted House, a home for those in-between, a little bit lost, vagabond spirits riding the cosmic space-lanes.
Based in Amarr low-sec.
You stand before a darkened doorway
Stairs before you rise.
Windows flanking on either side
Like square, accusing eyes.
No one dwells in this house now.
The walls are bare and cold.
The people who used to live here,
Have long moved and grown old.
Although no one has died within,
There lives an inhuman host.
Memories and dreams that linger on,
Have since become it's ghost.
Echoes of children's laughter,
The very essence of life.
Peal down the hallways,
Piercing the silence like a knife.
While your'e in you feel it,
Nothing ever dies.
The wood that creaks beneath your feet,
Are the house's tired sighs.
A house like this can't be replaced.
New is not neccessarilly good.
The energy of the people who have come and gone,
Lives on in the rotting wood.
We are everywhere, sent to the 55 corners of EVE. Look out if we are hunting you...
https://discord.gg/AadVrVVd
This is Haunted House, a home for those in-between, a little bit lost, vagabond spirits riding the cosmic space-lanes.
Based in Amarr low-sec.
You stand before a darkened doorway
Stairs before you rise.
Windows flanking on either side
Like square, accusing eyes.
No one dwells in this house now.
The walls are bare and cold.
The people who used to live here,
Have long moved and grown old.
Although no one has died within,
There lives an inhuman host.
Memories and dreams that linger on,
Have since become it's ghost.
Echoes of children's laughter,
The very essence of life.
Peal down the hallways,
Piercing the silence like a knife.
While your'e in you feel it,
Nothing ever dies.
The wood that creaks beneath your feet,
Are the house's tired sighs.
A house like this can't be replaced.
New is not neccessarilly good.
The energy of the people who have come and gone,
Lives on in the rotting wood.
We are everywhere, sent to the 55 corners of EVE. Look out if we are hunting you...