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Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 0
- Losses
- 9
- Efficiency
- 0%
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
ISK
- Destroyed
- 0
- Lost
- 35.9M
- ISK Efficiency
- 0%
- Balance
- -35.9M
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 0
- Solo Ratio
- 0%
- Final Blows
- 0
- Points
- 0
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Avg Kills/Day
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- Activity
- Inactive
Damage
Damage Dealt0
Damage Taken6.7K
Damage Ratio0%
Combat profile
How they fight, with whom and against whom — last 90 days
Activity
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Who they kill, who kills them, what they lose
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Hulls Lost
Losses broken down by hull class.
Career
Corporations flown for, most recent first
smackWAFFESince Thursday, 5 May 20110 Kills0 Losses
smackin localzSince Saturday, 27 November 20100 Kills0 Losses
Brutor TribeSince Tuesday, 15 December 20090 Kills0 Losses
Vector IndustriesSince Thursday, 10 December 20090 Kills0 Losses
Drunken Pilot HoldingsSince Thursday, 1 October 20090 Kills0 Losses
Community against JusticeSince Saturday, 12 September 20090 Kills0 Losses
kiTTy eXtreme CLuBSince Saturday, 8 August 20090 Kills0 Losses
GLUeCKSBAeRCHISSince Monday, 22 June 20090 Kills0 Losses
legio credereSince Saturday, 13 June 20090 Kills0 Losses
Concealed IntentionsSince Wednesday, 6 August 20080 Kills9 Losses
Republic Military SchoolSince Tuesday, 10 June 20080 Kills0 Losses
In-game bio
It is said, that a man should be judged by his deeds alone.
Not by his ancestry, nor by his heritage. Not by shame that was brought upon our race by the enslavers. We were timid, afraid of golden eagles of death, entering the orbit of our homeworld as if it was theirs for the taking. A punishment from the gods for our sins, our priests said. A test of courage in the light of darkness, our leaders said. End of line. Each man on his own from here, our generals said.
We were weak, held back by faith in a greater good. Faith that justice would prevail.
It did not. We were enslaved, enslaved by the people that the ancestors of our ancestors had once called brothers. Enslaved by a race which had long forgotten the noble visions humanity once aspired to, driven by fanatical zeal.
Not by his ancestry, nor by his heritage. Not by shame that was brought upon our race by the enslavers. We were timid, afraid of golden eagles of death, entering the orbit of our homeworld as if it was theirs for the taking. A punishment from the gods for our sins, our priests said. A test of courage in the light of darkness, our leaders said. End of line. Each man on his own from here, our generals said.
We were weak, held back by faith in a greater good. Faith that justice would prevail.
It did not. We were enslaved, enslaved by the people that the ancestors of our ancestors had once called brothers. Enslaved by a race which had long forgotten the noble visions humanity once aspired to, driven by fanatical zeal.