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Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 0
- Losses
- 1
- Efficiency
- 0%
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
ISK
- Destroyed
- 0
- Lost
- 4.5M
- ISK Efficiency
- 0%
- Balance
- -4.5M
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 0
- Solo Ratio
- 0%
- Final Blows
- 0
- Points
- 0
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage
Damage Dealt0
Damage Taken1.2K
Damage Ratio0%
Combat profile
How they fight, with whom and against whom — last 90 days
Activity
What they fly and where they fight
ShipsThis week
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Most Valuable
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
Zodang ResearchSince Saturday, 20 June 20090 Kills1 Losses
No TrademarkSince Sunday, 5 April 20090 Kills0 Losses
Sebiestor TribeSince Saturday, 4 April 20090 Kills0 Losses
Trademark InfringementSince Sunday, 17 August 20080 Kills0 Losses
TC IndustrialSince Wednesday, 10 January 20070 Kills0 Losses
TC IndustrialSince Monday, 1 January 20070 Kills0 Losses
INTAKI UNIONSince Friday, 22 September 20060 Kills0 Losses
Ryche's Aggressors AsylumSince Thursday, 10 August 20060 Kills0 Losses
Darkhand CorporationSince Friday, 6 June 20030 Kills0 Losses
In-game bio
First, the cold friction of expiring sense
Without enchantment, offering no promise
But bitter tastelessness of shadow fruit
As body and soul begin to fall asunder.
Second, the conscious impotence of rage
At human folly, and the laceration
Of laughter at what ceases to amuse.
And last, the rending pain of re-enactment
Of all that you have done, and been; the shame
Of motives late revealed, and the awareness
Of things ill done and done to others' harm
Which once you took for exercise of virtue.
Then fools' approval stings, and honour stains.
From wrong to wrong the exasperated spirit
Proceeds, unless restored by that refining fire
Where you must move in measure, like a dancer.
Without enchantment, offering no promise
But bitter tastelessness of shadow fruit
As body and soul begin to fall asunder.
Second, the conscious impotence of rage
At human folly, and the laceration
Of laughter at what ceases to amuse.
And last, the rending pain of re-enactment
Of all that you have done, and been; the shame
Of motives late revealed, and the awareness
Of things ill done and done to others' harm
Which once you took for exercise of virtue.
Then fools' approval stings, and honour stains.
From wrong to wrong the exasperated spirit
Proceeds, unless restored by that refining fire
Where you must move in measure, like a dancer.