- Kills
- 192
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 21
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 95%
- ISK destroyed
- 42.00B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 192
- Losses
- 21
- Danger Ratio
- 95%
- Final Blows
- 27
- Points
- 192
ISK
- Destroyed
- 42.00B
- Lost
- 2.17B
- Balance
- +39.83B
- ISK Efficiency
- 95%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 6
- Solo Ratio
- 3%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 1
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 5%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt301.6K
Damage Ratio · 48%
Damage Taken320.7K
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
I am Lord Inquisitor Corvus Carmasian.
I tell you this for there is nothing you can do about that and nothing you can do knowing that.
From now on, I'll be asking the questions.
The shot rang out, I heard it plink against the bar counter. I stood hunched over, gasping for breath, clutching the side of my body where the bullet had just barely grazed. Blood seeped through my fingers as I tried to hold it in. A couple broken ribs shifted painfully as I breathed. I didn't know if they got out, but it didn't matter. He was completely focused on me now. His eyes bulged, veins strained at his forehead. I mused if they would pop and kill him right where he stood, but I knew better than that. His still smoking gun was aimed at my head now. This was the end, I was sure of it. Whatever will I had left, I had better make the best of it.
"Was it worth it bch, was it?!" he screamed, saliva flying from his mouth.
I smirked, staring back, "For my friends, you better fking believe it."
I tell you this for there is nothing you can do about that and nothing you can do knowing that.
From now on, I'll be asking the questions.
The shot rang out, I heard it plink against the bar counter. I stood hunched over, gasping for breath, clutching the side of my body where the bullet had just barely grazed. Blood seeped through my fingers as I tried to hold it in. A couple broken ribs shifted painfully as I breathed. I didn't know if they got out, but it didn't matter. He was completely focused on me now. His eyes bulged, veins strained at his forehead. I mused if they would pop and kill him right where he stood, but I knew better than that. His still smoking gun was aimed at my head now. This was the end, I was sure of it. Whatever will I had left, I had better make the best of it.
"Was it worth it bch, was it?!" he screamed, saliva flying from his mouth.
I smirked, staring back, "For my friends, you better fking believe it."