- Kills
- 2,462
- +40 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 510
- +9 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 79%
- ISK destroyed
- 235.83B
- +10.68B in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Medium
- 0.4 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 2,462
- Losses
- 510
- Danger Ratio
- 97%
- Final Blows
- 1,267
- Points
- 2,373
ISK
- Destroyed
- 235.83B
- Lost
- 62.90B
- Balance
- +172.92B
- ISK Efficiency
- 79%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 699
- Solo Ratio
- 28%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 14
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 3%
- Activity
- Medium
Damage Dealt14.4M
Damage Ratio · 73%
Damage Taken5.3M
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
Fraternity—feel the blast from a MAYHEM verse,
Neutrons burst first, leave your pod in a hearse.
Cold-blooded pilots, forged in the black,
Jump through the gate, ain't no comin' back.
Rough and rugged like an elephant's tusk,
Goonswarm scatter, vanish into dust.
MAYHEM strikes, light the fuse, spark the flame,
Every fleet we touch remembers the name.
The FC marks A, B, C on the board—
We ain't chained to letters, we ignore the call.
We hunt the juiciest fit in the middle of the fight,
Break the hull wide open, leave the wreck in plain sight.
Then we sweep the field, salvage every last bit,
Turn your shiny killmail into profit—legit.
We fight our own way, every pilot's got a style,
Different minds, one banner—that's MAYHEM all the while.
Divided in the details, united when it's time,
When the guns go green, we all fall into line.
"Yo... OMG, she's in Local..."
Black Rose tattoo—yeah, everybody knows.
When Miss Killz lands, the silence disappears,
'Cause where Miss Killz flies... Major Killz is here.
No fear, no panic, no need to pretend,
Just MAYHEM XIII riding with Fraternity 'til the end.
We don't chase glory—we create the scene,
Leave the grid burning... and the killboard clean.
Neutrons burst first, leave your pod in a hearse.
Cold-blooded pilots, forged in the black,
Jump through the gate, ain't no comin' back.
Rough and rugged like an elephant's tusk,
Goonswarm scatter, vanish into dust.
MAYHEM strikes, light the fuse, spark the flame,
Every fleet we touch remembers the name.
The FC marks A, B, C on the board—
We ain't chained to letters, we ignore the call.
We hunt the juiciest fit in the middle of the fight,
Break the hull wide open, leave the wreck in plain sight.
Then we sweep the field, salvage every last bit,
Turn your shiny killmail into profit—legit.
We fight our own way, every pilot's got a style,
Different minds, one banner—that's MAYHEM all the while.
Divided in the details, united when it's time,
When the guns go green, we all fall into line.
"Yo... OMG, she's in Local..."
Black Rose tattoo—yeah, everybody knows.
When Miss Killz lands, the silence disappears,
'Cause where Miss Killz flies... Major Killz is here.
No fear, no panic, no need to pretend,
Just MAYHEM XIII riding with Fraternity 'til the end.
We don't chase glory—we create the scene,
Leave the grid burning... and the killboard clean.