- Kills
- 461
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 16
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 100%
- ISK destroyed
- 470.69B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 461
- Losses
- 16
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
- Final Blows
- 121
- Points
- 461
ISK
- Destroyed
- 470.69B
- Lost
- 2.27B
- Balance
- +468.42B
- ISK Efficiency
- 100%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 33
- Solo Ratio
- 7%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt467.0K
Damage Ratio · 62%
Damage Taken287.5K
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
Régime de Vivre
I rise at eleven, I dine about two,
I get drunk before seven; and the next thing I do,
I send for my whore, when for fear of a clap,
I spend in her hand, and I spew in her lap.
Then we quarrel and scold, 'till I fall fast asleep,
When the bitch, growing bold, to my pocket does creep;
Then slyly she leaves me, and, to revenge the affront,
At once she bereaves me of money and cunt.
If by chance then I wake, hot-headed and drunk,
What a coil do I make for the loss of my punk!
I storm and I roar, and I fall in a rage,
And missing my whore, I bugger my page.
Then, crop-sick all morning, I rail at my men,
And in bed I lie yawning 'till eleven again.
-- John Wilmot, 2nd Earl of Rochester
[09:32:01] arbalesttom > 'we where in m-o, somewhere on the edge of tribute, when the drugs began to take hold'....
I rise at eleven, I dine about two,
I get drunk before seven; and the next thing I do,
I send for my whore, when for fear of a clap,
I spend in her hand, and I spew in her lap.
Then we quarrel and scold, 'till I fall fast asleep,
When the bitch, growing bold, to my pocket does creep;
Then slyly she leaves me, and, to revenge the affront,
At once she bereaves me of money and cunt.
If by chance then I wake, hot-headed and drunk,
What a coil do I make for the loss of my punk!
I storm and I roar, and I fall in a rage,
And missing my whore, I bugger my page.
Then, crop-sick all morning, I rail at my men,
And in bed I lie yawning 'till eleven again.
-- John Wilmot, 2nd Earl of Rochester
[09:32:01] arbalesttom > 'we where in m-o, somewhere on the edge of tribute, when the drugs began to take hold'....