- Kills
- 7
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 9
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 75%
- ISK destroyed
- 1.38B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 7
- Losses
- 9
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
- Final Blows
- 1
- Points
- 7
ISK
- Destroyed
- 1.38B
- Lost
- 464.4M
- Balance
- +915.4M
- ISK Efficiency
- 75%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 0
- Solo Ratio
- 0%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt4.7K
Damage Ratio · 12%
Damage Taken34.1K
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
There is no King nor Queen
To rule over this land
The last remnants I have seen
Have sunk under the sand
A time of great rulership
Now forgotten in ancient lore
When honor in men went too deep
And by the sword they swore
The wooden halls were sacred
Blessed by gods, elves and wights alike
Wise man's words weren't wasted
Wisdom was the law's strike
The wolves howl and the ravens croak
The waking of a new dawn
Campfires and their black smoke
Time to store wheat and corn
Winter approaches with freezing wind
The realm of lords of hunting
Hares and deers were skinned
And back in the farm, the pig's grunting
Hard works ended at October's eve
Burning the soil, a blessing of fertility
The falling of the first leaf
The season's beginning of nature's hostility
Gathering wood to feed the flames
Snow and ice covers the door
To gods, we call upon their names
In need, they won't ignore
Surviving to watch the sun rise
One's victory every waking day
To rule over this land
The last remnants I have seen
Have sunk under the sand
A time of great rulership
Now forgotten in ancient lore
When honor in men went too deep
And by the sword they swore
The wooden halls were sacred
Blessed by gods, elves and wights alike
Wise man's words weren't wasted
Wisdom was the law's strike
The wolves howl and the ravens croak
The waking of a new dawn
Campfires and their black smoke
Time to store wheat and corn
Winter approaches with freezing wind
The realm of lords of hunting
Hares and deers were skinned
And back in the farm, the pig's grunting
Hard works ended at October's eve
Burning the soil, a blessing of fertility
The falling of the first leaf
The season's beginning of nature's hostility
Gathering wood to feed the flames
Snow and ice covers the door
To gods, we call upon their names
In need, they won't ignore
Surviving to watch the sun rise
One's victory every waking day