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Malachird
Malachird0.30
Created on
Next Birthday
Last Active
Security Status
0.30

Combat Record

Career-long numbers from eve-kill

Combat
Kills
7,043
Losses
980
Efficiency
88%
Danger Ratio
92%
ISK
Destroyed
3.52T
Lost
186.47B
ISK Efficiency
95%
Balance
+3.33T
Solo
Solo Kills
899
Solo Ratio
13%
Final Blows
2,056
Points
6,844
Other
NPC Losses
75
NPC Loss Ratio
8%
Avg Kills/Day
Activity
High
Damage
Damage Dealt416.8M
Damage Taken20.5M
Damage Ratio95%

Combat profile

How they fight, with whom and against whom — last 90 days

Activity

What they fly and where they fight

Most Valuable

Matchups

Who they kill, who kills them, what they lose

Top ListsLast 90d
Hulls LostLast 90d

Losses broken down by hull class.

Career

Corporations flown for, most recent first

In-game bio

Whoever appeals to the law against his fellow man is either a fool or a coward. Whoever can not take care of themself without that law is both. For a wounded man shall say to his assailant, "If I live, I will kill you. If I die, you are forgiven." Such is the rule of honor.
Fire on the innocent and the guilty
On the saints and sinners alike
Though apophis knows no mercy
He's an angel compared to the man
Who has nothing to lose
The sad hunter the forsaken swain
societies most malignant creation
if idle hands are the devils play things
these hands will crack the earth to tear the devil apart
I've lost that lust for life
I once possessed when there were fewer years
And mass upon my shoulders
I've lost that need to thrive
That compulsion to feel to create to discover
Somebody please call in the coroner
Just because I'm moving
Doesn't mean I'm not a corpse
Soon I'll be building our casket
From the scraps of these bridges destroyed
By the storms I've been brewin'
No matter how low, there ain't no rock bottom for me!
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You are parasites. Festering wet little parasites. Squirming atop the corroded crust of a world that never asked for you.
An infestation of meat. Living breathing meat. Poisoning everyhing you touch. Your're history is a flicker, a rounding error
in the equation of eternity, You breed without reason. You cling to your chaotic little lives out of terror. and when at last
you die...you poison the very ground that bore you only for your offspring to repeat the folly of your ways...you're twitching brains cannot
conjure meaning, sweating lumps of pink and grey matter, trembling in the dark, conflating spasms for thought. You have mistaken the
convulsions of meat for the weight of a meaningful life...and soon the cosmos shall scrub you from its skin, Your bones will be the
last remnants of what was.