- Created on
- …
- Next Birthday
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- Last Active
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- Security Status
- -1.90
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 3,322
- Losses
- 112
- Efficiency
- 97%
- Danger Ratio
- 96%
ISK
- Destroyed
- 2.70T
- Lost
- 14.43B
- ISK Efficiency
- 99%
- Balance
- +2.69T
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 62
- Solo Ratio
- 2%
- Final Blows
- 304
- Points
- 3,322
Other
- NPC Losses
- 4
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 4%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage
Damage Dealt44.0M
Damage Taken1.3M
Damage Ratio97%
Combat profile
How they fight, with whom and against whom — last 90 days
Activity
What they fly and where they fight
Most Valuable
Matchups
Who they kill, who kills them, what they lose
Top ListsLast 90d
Hulls LostLast 90d
Losses broken down by hull class.
Career
Corporations flown for, most recent first
AliastraSince Saturday, 5 November 20160 Kills0 Losses
Immortalis Inc.Since Sunday, 26 October 2014912 Kills14 Losses
AliastraSince Sunday, 21 September 20140 Kills0 Losses
Association of Commonwealth EnterprisesSince Saturday, 15 February 20140 Kills0 Losses
Frontier Explorer's LeagueSince Tuesday, 25 January 20112375 Kills90 Losses
AliastraSince Thursday, 13 January 20110 Kills0 Losses
Slap Happy BudsSince Thursday, 23 September 201035 Kills4 Losses
AliastraSince Thursday, 16 September 20100 Kills0 Losses
O.D.S.TSince Tuesday, 14 September 20100 Kills0 Losses
Federal Navy AcademySince Friday, 27 August 20100 Kills0 Losses
In-game bio
Not so the Borderer:- bred to war,
He knew the battle’s din afar,
And joyed to hear it swell.
His peaceful day was slothful ease;
Nor harp, nor pipe, his ear could please
Like the loud slogan yell.
On active steed, with lance and blade,
The light-armed pricker plied his trade -
Let nobles fight for fame;
Let vassals follow where they lead,
Burghers to guard their townships bleed,
But war’s the Borderer’s game.
Their gain, their glory, their delight,
To sleep the day, maraud the night
O’er mountain, moss, and moor;
Joyful to fight they took their way,
Scarce caring who might win the day,
Their booty was secure.
He knew the battle’s din afar,
And joyed to hear it swell.
His peaceful day was slothful ease;
Nor harp, nor pipe, his ear could please
Like the loud slogan yell.
On active steed, with lance and blade,
The light-armed pricker plied his trade -
Let nobles fight for fame;
Let vassals follow where they lead,
Burghers to guard their townships bleed,
But war’s the Borderer’s game.
Their gain, their glory, their delight,
To sleep the day, maraud the night
O’er mountain, moss, and moor;
Joyful to fight they took their way,
Scarce caring who might win the day,
Their booty was secure.