- Kills
- 28
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 12
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 65%
- ISK destroyed
- 2.97B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 28
- Losses
- 12
- Danger Ratio
- 75%
- Final Blows
- 2
- Points
- 28
ISK
- Destroyed
- 2.97B
- Lost
- 1.58B
- Balance
- +1.39B
- ISK Efficiency
- 65%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 0
- Solo Ratio
- 0%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 3
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 25%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt400.0K
Damage Ratio · 85%
Damage Taken72.5K
Activity
What they fly, where they fight, latest kills and losses
Most Valuable
The priciest kills in the window
Matchups
Who they kill, who kills them, what they lose
Last 90d
Killed
Killed By
Hulls LostLosses broken down by hull class.
In-game bio
Explorers Lament
I sit before you, a Quiet Man, secure in my standing and rich in my experience.
I drink my stout, both sweet and bitter, while telling tales of the Great Unknown.
I am an explorer.
All the while, I watch your eyes, The Questions, The Longing, The Hunger for more.
My eyes drift from your anticipating gaze, towards the door. It opens suddenly.
I am an Explorer.
Before the door shuts, I catch a glimpse of what lays beyond. The Mystery. The Paradox.
It has begun. A whisper. A sound so soft, sip by sip of my strong stout, it demands more and more.
I am an EXPLORER !
I can't take it, the blaring demand, The consuming NEED. A Desire So agonizing. I toss my stout to the table,
I crash thru the room and smash thru the door! I must, I must! I Scream.
Into the GREAT UNKNOWN!
As I leave, I see your bewildered eyes. But it is too late, it has already begun,
You too will be a Quiet Man.
I sit before you, a Quiet Man, secure in my standing and rich in my experience.
I drink my stout, both sweet and bitter, while telling tales of the Great Unknown.
I am an explorer.
All the while, I watch your eyes, The Questions, The Longing, The Hunger for more.
My eyes drift from your anticipating gaze, towards the door. It opens suddenly.
I am an Explorer.
Before the door shuts, I catch a glimpse of what lays beyond. The Mystery. The Paradox.
It has begun. A whisper. A sound so soft, sip by sip of my strong stout, it demands more and more.
I am an EXPLORER !
I can't take it, the blaring demand, The consuming NEED. A Desire So agonizing. I toss my stout to the table,
I crash thru the room and smash thru the door! I must, I must! I Scream.
Into the GREAT UNKNOWN!
As I leave, I see your bewildered eyes. But it is too late, it has already begun,
You too will be a Quiet Man.