2.30Pilot
Arora Firesight
MinmatarVherokior
- Kills
- 0
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 1
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 0%
- ISK destroyed
- 0
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 0
- Losses
- 1
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
- Final Blows
- 0
- Points
- 0
ISK
- Destroyed
- 0
- Lost
- 4.1M
- Balance
- -4.1M
- ISK Efficiency
- 0%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 0
- Solo Ratio
- 0%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt0
Damage Ratio · 0%
Damage Taken2.6K
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
I am old. Too old.
I have not always been here.
Sometimes i sleep, the years passing by.
Sometimes i awake, a mayfly in spring, the changed world before me.
I have seen empires rise, and sometimes fall,
Of friendships made, and betrayals broken.
Time creeps on, claiming the people i've known.
One by one, lost like a grain of sand within the hourglass.
Only i am unchanging.... At lease for now.
Maybe one day, i too will be lost.
Maybe one day, i will sleep, and it will be my last.
Maybe one day, i will never wake up, never to see the world go by.
I am immortal,
I am unchanging.
I am the life once fleeting.
That is all i can cling to.
Osvestmunnur my house, my window to new eden.
My eternal resting place.
A star of never aging.
This is where my sister sleeps.
Our place of solice.
My duty, unending.
Mining rocks, like sweeping fallen leaves.
Felling rats like fixing broken eves.
Osvestmunnur is my home, my final requiem.
For i am old. Far too old.
I will no longer progress, and i will not compete.
My protential dawned.
The final beat.
My fortune bare, but within my means.
The spark for rishes dimmed.
A fleeting memory it seems.
Maybe it will be soon.
The last sleep before twilight.
Time winning out, my finally fight.
But until then i stay, always alone.
Keeping watch, of Osvest... my eternal home.
I have not always been here.
Sometimes i sleep, the years passing by.
Sometimes i awake, a mayfly in spring, the changed world before me.
I have seen empires rise, and sometimes fall,
Of friendships made, and betrayals broken.
Time creeps on, claiming the people i've known.
One by one, lost like a grain of sand within the hourglass.
Only i am unchanging.... At lease for now.
Maybe one day, i too will be lost.
Maybe one day, i will sleep, and it will be my last.
Maybe one day, i will never wake up, never to see the world go by.
I am immortal,
I am unchanging.
I am the life once fleeting.
That is all i can cling to.
Osvestmunnur my house, my window to new eden.
My eternal resting place.
A star of never aging.
This is where my sister sleeps.
Our place of solice.
My duty, unending.
Mining rocks, like sweeping fallen leaves.
Felling rats like fixing broken eves.
Osvestmunnur is my home, my final requiem.
For i am old. Far too old.
I will no longer progress, and i will not compete.
My protential dawned.
The final beat.
My fortune bare, but within my means.
The spark for rishes dimmed.
A fleeting memory it seems.
Maybe it will be soon.
The last sleep before twilight.
Time winning out, my finally fight.
But until then i stay, always alone.
Keeping watch, of Osvest... my eternal home.