4.50
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- Last Active
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- Security Status
- 4.50
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 254
- Losses
- 119
- Efficiency
- 68%
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
ISK
- Destroyed
- 47.64B
- Lost
- 20.10B
- ISK Efficiency
- 70%
- Balance
- +27.54B
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 11
- Solo Ratio
- 4%
- Final Blows
- 54
- Points
- 254
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage
Damage Dealt30.5M
Damage Taken2.0M
Damage Ratio94%
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
Liberty StormSince Thursday, 16 July 2009232 Kills87 Losses
house of bladesSince Sunday, 10 May 20090 Kills0 Losses
GenX Societies Inc.Since Saturday, 19 January 200819 Kills16 Losses
Brutor TribeSince Thursday, 17 January 20080 Kills0 Losses
Sarrow's SojournSince Sunday, 26 August 20073 Kills14 Losses
Republic UniversitySince Monday, 6 August 20070 Kills0 Losses
In-game bio
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
(proud to have been a member of GenX Societies)
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
(proud to have been a member of GenX Societies)