- Kills
- 603
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 66
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 96%
- ISK destroyed
- 176.25B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 603
- Losses
- 66
- Danger Ratio
- 95%
- Final Blows
- 80
- Points
- 603
ISK
- Destroyed
- 176.25B
- Lost
- 7.20B
- Balance
- +169.05B
- ISK Efficiency
- 96%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 12
- Solo Ratio
- 2%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 3
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 5%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt1.3M
Damage Ratio · 70%
Damage Taken564.6K
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
There once was a man from Nantucket.
who tried to piss in a bucket.
From off of a wall,
one hundred feet tall.
He missed and he said "aww, f@$k it".
There once was a fellow McSweeny
Who spilled some gin on his weenie
Just to be couth
He added vermouth
Then slipped his girlfriend a martini
A pirate, history relates,
was scuffling with some of his mates.
When he slipped on a cutlass,
which rendered him nutless,
and practically useless on dates.
There once was a man from Madrass.
Whose balls were made out of brass.
When he'd bang 'em together
they'd play stormy weather
and lightning would shoot out of his a**
There once was a man from Bonaire.
Who was doing his wife on the stair.
When the banister broke,
he doubled his stroke,
and finished her off in midair.
who tried to piss in a bucket.
From off of a wall,
one hundred feet tall.
He missed and he said "aww, f@$k it".
There once was a fellow McSweeny
Who spilled some gin on his weenie
Just to be couth
He added vermouth
Then slipped his girlfriend a martini
A pirate, history relates,
was scuffling with some of his mates.
When he slipped on a cutlass,
which rendered him nutless,
and practically useless on dates.
There once was a man from Madrass.
Whose balls were made out of brass.
When he'd bang 'em together
they'd play stormy weather
and lightning would shoot out of his a**
There once was a man from Bonaire.
Who was doing his wife on the stair.
When the banister broke,
he doubled his stroke,
and finished her off in midair.