- Kills
- 33
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 77
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 29%
- ISK destroyed
- 3.07B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 33
- Losses
- 77
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
- Final Blows
- 6
- Points
- 33
ISK
- Destroyed
- 3.07B
- Lost
- 7.57B
- Balance
- -4.50B
- ISK Efficiency
- 29%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 3
- Solo Ratio
- 9%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt449.8K
Damage Ratio · 34%
Damage Taken868.1K
Activity
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Most Valuable
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Matchups
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In-game bio
He is dead. Our Uncrowned King is dead.
O, Erin, Mourn with grief and woe
For he lies dead whom the fell gang
Of modern hypocrites laid low.
He lies slain by the coward hounds
He raised glory from the mire;
And Erin's hopes and Erin's dreams
Perish upon her monarchs fire.
In palace cabin or cot
The Irish heart, where'er it be
Is bowed with woe-for he is gone
Who would have wrought her destiny
...
Shame on the coward caitiff hands
That smote their Lord or with a kiss
Betrayed him to the rabble-rout
Of fawning priests-no friends of his.
May everlasting shame consume
The memory of those who tried
To befoul and smear the'exalted name
Of one who spurned them in his pride.
Excerpts from "The Death of Parnell" from "Ivy Day in the Committee Room"
By James Joyce
O, Erin, Mourn with grief and woe
For he lies dead whom the fell gang
Of modern hypocrites laid low.
He lies slain by the coward hounds
He raised glory from the mire;
And Erin's hopes and Erin's dreams
Perish upon her monarchs fire.
In palace cabin or cot
The Irish heart, where'er it be
Is bowed with woe-for he is gone
Who would have wrought her destiny
...
Shame on the coward caitiff hands
That smote their Lord or with a kiss
Betrayed him to the rabble-rout
Of fawning priests-no friends of his.
May everlasting shame consume
The memory of those who tried
To befoul and smear the'exalted name
Of one who spurned them in his pride.
Excerpts from "The Death of Parnell" from "Ivy Day in the Committee Room"
By James Joyce