5.00
- Kills
- 1,563
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 144
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 94%
- ISK destroyed
- 205.64B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 1,563
- Losses
- 144
- Danger Ratio
- 92%
- Final Blows
- 131
- Points
- 1,563
ISK
- Destroyed
- 205.64B
- Lost
- 12.32B
- Balance
- +193.32B
- ISK Efficiency
- 94%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 17
- Solo Ratio
- 1%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 12
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 8%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt7.3M
Damage Ratio · 82%
Damage Taken1.6M
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
If you love wealth greater than liberty,
the tranquility of servitude greater than the animating contest for freedom,
go home from us in peace.
We seek not your counsel, nor your arms.
Crouch down and lick the hand that feeds you;
may your chains set lightly upon you,
and may posterity forget that you were our countrymen.
Samuel Adams
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
William Ernest Henley
the tranquility of servitude greater than the animating contest for freedom,
go home from us in peace.
We seek not your counsel, nor your arms.
Crouch down and lick the hand that feeds you;
may your chains set lightly upon you,
and may posterity forget that you were our countrymen.
Samuel Adams
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
William Ernest Henley