- Kills
- 24
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 28
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 89%
- ISK destroyed
- 3.32B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 24
- Losses
- 28
- Danger Ratio
- 93%
- Final Blows
- 0
- Points
- 24
ISK
- Destroyed
- 3.32B
- Lost
- 416.6M
- Balance
- +2.90B
- ISK Efficiency
- 89%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 0
- Solo Ratio
- 0%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 2
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 7%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt6.8K
Damage Ratio · 5%
Damage Taken125.0K
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
Just a zealot with a taste for cash
If my random chatter doesn't make sense, get on vent for the other half
The saga of ChristmasMarine.
ChristmasMarine was born into a Khanid family of minor nobility. While his birth status was high in the feudal Empire, his fortunes were not, and he spent much of his early childhood in poverty. This lack of wealth led him to strike out at the wealthier aspects of society, as he believed that his life had been stolen from him. Eventually, in despair, he turned to religion.
To his great disappointment, however, the holy texts held no comfort to him. All he saw was simply another justification of the status quo. With this last, final failing, he sank into drink and despair. However, it was not for long.
One night, after a heavy drinking session, ChristmasMarine was woken by the tapping of a boot against his side. AS he groggily awoke, the swirl of color in his vision solidified into a Gallentean man, who stared
If my random chatter doesn't make sense, get on vent for the other half
The saga of ChristmasMarine.
ChristmasMarine was born into a Khanid family of minor nobility. While his birth status was high in the feudal Empire, his fortunes were not, and he spent much of his early childhood in poverty. This lack of wealth led him to strike out at the wealthier aspects of society, as he believed that his life had been stolen from him. Eventually, in despair, he turned to religion.
To his great disappointment, however, the holy texts held no comfort to him. All he saw was simply another justification of the status quo. With this last, final failing, he sank into drink and despair. However, it was not for long.
One night, after a heavy drinking session, ChristmasMarine was woken by the tapping of a boot against his side. AS he groggily awoke, the swirl of color in his vision solidified into a Gallentean man, who stared