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Len Anasazi
Jan 16, 2018
Mar 11, 2013(13y)
Mar 11, 2027(328d)
Combat
Kills1
Losses21
Efficiency5%
ISK
Destroyed91.03m
Lost3.01b
ISK Eff.3%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points1
Other
NPC Losses2
NPC Loss Ratio10%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Caldari
Deteis
0.61
Len Anasazi
Last Active
Jan 16, 2018
Birthday
Mar 11, 2013 (13 years old)
Next Birthday
Mar 11, 2027 (328 days)
Combat
Kills1
Losses21
Efficiency5%
Danger Ratio90%
ISK
Destroyed91.03m
Lost3.01b
ISK Efficiency3%
Balance-2914491195
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points1
Other
NPC Losses2
NPC Loss Ratio10%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
No data available
Bio
Pay me no mind if you see me in local, I'm just an explorer doing my thing. I'll be gone in a moment, never to be seen again. No harm, no foul.
Severly injured after narrowly escaping an ambush in WH space, Len's ship engaged the auto pilot and brought them to the nearest safe station in HS. The truamatic experince changed Len. He'd lost his nerve. Unsure of himself, or of his place in EVE, he decided to take a break from piloting. He needed to find his way among the stars. He wasn't sure if he'd ever return.
More than three years has passed since the ambush. During his absence, Len was uncerimoniously kicked out from Signal Cartel due to inactivity. He was alone again. Len began to find comfort in the company of young Amarrian strippers. He not only enjoyed their bodies, but he enjoyed talking to them. They were outcasts like him. One evening while stumbling out of Sinners, his favorite strip culb, with a damp spot on his pants and less ISK in his account, he mistakenly took a left instead of a right and ended up at another bar. This bar was frequented by Capsuleers. He stood outside watching Capsuleers come and go and evesdroped on their conversations as they passed. When he got back to his quarters he sat at the window and watched the stars for hours. He missed being out there creating his own stories. Then he made up his mind. He cleaned up his quarters and headed for his ship. He had no idea what would happen next, or where he'd end up. And he was ok with that.
We gather our courage as we undock, not knowing what we'll find. We hurtle through a sea of infinite stars in ships insignificantly small, unarmored and unarmed. Accutely aware of the dangers that surround us, unsure if we'll ever return. ...But Still We Go On.
The Pale Blue Dot - Carl Sagan
Severly injured after narrowly escaping an ambush in WH space, Len's ship engaged the auto pilot and brought them to the nearest safe station in HS. The truamatic experince changed Len. He'd lost his nerve. Unsure of himself, or of his place in EVE, he decided to take a break from piloting. He needed to find his way among the stars. He wasn't sure if he'd ever return.
More than three years has passed since the ambush. During his absence, Len was uncerimoniously kicked out from Signal Cartel due to inactivity. He was alone again. Len began to find comfort in the company of young Amarrian strippers. He not only enjoyed their bodies, but he enjoyed talking to them. They were outcasts like him. One evening while stumbling out of Sinners, his favorite strip culb, with a damp spot on his pants and less ISK in his account, he mistakenly took a left instead of a right and ended up at another bar. This bar was frequented by Capsuleers. He stood outside watching Capsuleers come and go and evesdroped on their conversations as they passed. When he got back to his quarters he sat at the window and watched the stars for hours. He missed being out there creating his own stories. Then he made up his mind. He cleaned up his quarters and headed for his ship. He had no idea what would happen next, or where he'd end up. And he was ok with that.
We gather our courage as we undock, not knowing what we'll find. We hurtle through a sea of infinite stars in ships insignificantly small, unarmored and unarmed. Accutely aware of the dangers that surround us, unsure if we'll ever return. ...But Still We Go On.
The Pale Blue Dot - Carl Sagan
Dashboard
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Losses0
Efficiency0%
ISK Destroyed0
ISK Lost0
ISK Efficiency0%
Solo Kills0
Solo Losses0
NPC Losses0
Blob Factor0
Active TimezoneUSTZ
Final Blows0
Points0
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
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