2 Members
Non-Sedentary [4CARL]
Combat Metrics
Kills
3,123
Losses
2,849
Efficiency
52.3%
Danger Ratio
0.5%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
846.60B ISK
ISK Lost
566.65B ISK
ISK Efficiency
59.9%
ISK Balance
279.95B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
518
Solo Losses
1,119
Solo Kill Ratio
16.6%
Solo Efficiency
31.6%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
184
NPC Loss Ratio
6.5
Avg. Kills/Day
0.8
Activity
Low
Character Biography
For all its material advantages, the sedentary life has left us edgy, unfulfilled. Even after 400 generations in villages and cities, we haven't forgotten.
The open road still softly calls, like a nearly forgotten song of childhood.
We invest far-off places with a certain romance. This appeal, I suspect, has been meticulously crafted by natural selection as an essential element in our survival.
Long summers, mild winters, rich harvests, plentiful game — none of them lasts forever. It is beyond our powers to predict the future.
Catastrophic events have a way of sneaking up on us, of catching us unaware. Your own life, or your band's, or even your species' might be owed to a restless few—drawn, by a craving they can hardly articulate or understand, to undiscovered lands and new worlds.
Herman Melville, in Moby Dick, spoke for wanderers in all epochs and meridians:
"I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas..."
Pale Blue Dot, Carl Sagan
The open road still softly calls, like a nearly forgotten song of childhood.
We invest far-off places with a certain romance. This appeal, I suspect, has been meticulously crafted by natural selection as an essential element in our survival.
Long summers, mild winters, rich harvests, plentiful game — none of them lasts forever. It is beyond our powers to predict the future.
Catastrophic events have a way of sneaking up on us, of catching us unaware. Your own life, or your band's, or even your species' might be owed to a restless few—drawn, by a craving they can hardly articulate or understand, to undiscovered lands and new worlds.
Herman Melville, in Moby Dick, spoke for wanderers in all epochs and meridians:
"I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas..."
Pale Blue Dot, Carl Sagan