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Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 434
- Losses
- 40
- Efficiency
- 92%
- Danger Ratio
- 90%
ISK
- Destroyed
- 1.76T
- Lost
- 3.84B
- ISK Efficiency
- 100%
- Balance
- +1.76T
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 6
- Solo Ratio
- 1%
- Final Blows
- 23
- Points
- 434
Other
- NPC Losses
- 4
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 10%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage
Damage Dealt51.4M
Damage Taken218.2K
Damage Ratio100%
Combat profile
How they fight, with whom and against whom — last 90 days
Activity
What they fly and where they fight
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Matchups
Who they kill, who kills them, what they lose
Top ListsLast 90 days
Hulls Lost
Losses broken down by hull class.
Career
Corporations flown for, most recent first
Resilience.Since Wednesday, 22 September 2021364 Kills10 Losses
Capital SuppliesSince Thursday, 14 August 200876 Kills25 Losses
FundaSince Thursday, 18 October 20070 Kills4 Losses
ViziamSince Monday, 8 October 20070 Kills0 Losses
FundaSince Thursday, 27 September 20070 Kills0 Losses
Scottish Noob KillersSince Tuesday, 21 August 20070 Kills0 Losses
Royal Amarr InstituteSince Tuesday, 21 August 20070 Kills0 Losses
In-game bio
Invictus
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
William Ernest Henley