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- Last Active
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- Security Status
- 0.10
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 3
- Losses
- 6
- Efficiency
- 33%
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
ISK
- Destroyed
- 823.7M
- Lost
- 71.1M
- ISK Efficiency
- 92%
- Balance
- +752.6M
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 0
- Solo Ratio
- 0%
- Final Blows
- 0
- Points
- 3
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage
Damage Dealt6.3K
Damage Taken8.9K
Damage Ratio42%
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
Clan Diamond SharkSince Sunday, 17 April 20110 Kills0 Losses
Tribal Liberation ForceSince Friday, 18 March 20110 Kills0 Losses
Brutor TribeSince Wednesday, 3 March 20100 Kills0 Losses
Beyond All FrontierSince Wednesday, 8 October 20080 Kills0 Losses
Brutor TribeSince Tuesday, 7 October 20080 Kills0 Losses
Tribal Liberation ForceSince Monday, 6 October 20080 Kills0 Losses
Republic Military SchoolSince Wednesday, 24 September 20080 Kills0 Losses
In-game bio
Sail ya bastard, sail thy wind
Sail for friends you tortured and killed
Mistakes you'll make, I'll sail behind
Blast you to hell, revenge my grind
One chance, my luck, our fates entwined
Blood and Flesh
Eyes will go blind
Fire!!
Tortured screams, flow forth from depths abroad
To be your future day, only for ye sailing bawds
Treasure in hand, as the blood of your man
Words you shout are truth in sound
Your teasure we'll take, blood spilt to the ground
Run, run, run to thy refuge
Ye hide in thy North
For the day you defeat us, will never come forth
Sail for friends you tortured and killed
Mistakes you'll make, I'll sail behind
Blast you to hell, revenge my grind
One chance, my luck, our fates entwined
Blood and Flesh
Eyes will go blind
Fire!!
Tortured screams, flow forth from depths abroad
To be your future day, only for ye sailing bawds
Treasure in hand, as the blood of your man
Words you shout are truth in sound
Your teasure we'll take, blood spilt to the ground
Run, run, run to thy refuge
Ye hide in thy North
For the day you defeat us, will never come forth