- Kills
- 5
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 10
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 34%
- ISK destroyed
- 321.4M
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 5
- Losses
- 10
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
- Final Blows
- 0
- Points
- 5
ISK
- Destroyed
- 321.4M
- Lost
- 633.0M
- Balance
- -311.6M
- ISK Efficiency
- 34%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 0
- Solo Ratio
- 0%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt0
Damage Ratio · 0%
Damage Taken71.5K
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
Earth spoke in whispers 'neath the old oak tree,
Roots entwined 'round tales of you and me.
With mossy carpets stretched wide and grand,
We found the truth in the whisper of land.
Verse 2 Water danced a waltz in the moon’s pale light,
Songs of rivers echoing deep in the night.
Carving valleys, tracing paths unknown,
It cradled sorrows in a liquid throne.
The flames of fire flickered with ancient lore,
A dance of passion, fierce and wild galore.
From hearth to hearth, it told tales of old,
Of warmth, of courage, and secrets untold.
And high above, the air weaved its song,
Carrying whispers of dreams, where they belong.
Through rustling leaves and sky-kissed wings,
It carried our hopes on invisible strings.
So let us sing of earth, water, fire, and air,
Their harmonies woven in nature’s grand affair.
In every breeze, every flame, every river’s flow,
Their ancient magic lingers, forever aglow.
— A folk song by Copilot
Roots entwined 'round tales of you and me.
With mossy carpets stretched wide and grand,
We found the truth in the whisper of land.
Verse 2 Water danced a waltz in the moon’s pale light,
Songs of rivers echoing deep in the night.
Carving valleys, tracing paths unknown,
It cradled sorrows in a liquid throne.
The flames of fire flickered with ancient lore,
A dance of passion, fierce and wild galore.
From hearth to hearth, it told tales of old,
Of warmth, of courage, and secrets untold.
And high above, the air weaved its song,
Carrying whispers of dreams, where they belong.
Through rustling leaves and sky-kissed wings,
It carried our hopes on invisible strings.
So let us sing of earth, water, fire, and air,
Their harmonies woven in nature’s grand affair.
In every breeze, every flame, every river’s flow,
Their ancient magic lingers, forever aglow.
— A folk song by Copilot