5.00Pilot
Wynstone
CaldariDeteis
- Kills
- 162
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 90
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 66%
- ISK destroyed
- 23.36B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 162
- Losses
- 90
- Danger Ratio
- 76%
- Final Blows
- 56
- Points
- 162
ISK
- Destroyed
- 23.36B
- Lost
- 12.10B
- Balance
- +11.25B
- ISK Efficiency
- 66%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 29
- Solo Ratio
- 18%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 22
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 24%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt28.8M
Damage Ratio · 95%
Damage Taken1.5M
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
Is it men or gods who pilot these ships?
If this ship does not move by its self; but by thought; or a volley be fired but by some small whim; how then can this ship fly; these guns fire; unless a god issues that command, fires that shot, controls the flight.
Are we not immortal, do mortal men not look upon us as gods? Aye, and we alone control our fate!
Look! Look and observe the distant stars, and endless space! Look! See yon capsuleer! Who put him to stalk and destroy that ship? See for yourself what the capsuleers do, man! What jury can doom him, when we are the judges and even we can not find fault?
It is a slow orbit now and a hard look to the stars, the belts are recently littered with wrecks; wrecks left unsalvaged by the capsuleers; for they are drinking in the bars. Drinking? Yes, they drink in celebration of combat won and care not about your frozen corpse left floating in the void.
If this ship does not move by its self; but by thought; or a volley be fired but by some small whim; how then can this ship fly; these guns fire; unless a god issues that command, fires that shot, controls the flight.
Are we not immortal, do mortal men not look upon us as gods? Aye, and we alone control our fate!
Look! Look and observe the distant stars, and endless space! Look! See yon capsuleer! Who put him to stalk and destroy that ship? See for yourself what the capsuleers do, man! What jury can doom him, when we are the judges and even we can not find fault?
It is a slow orbit now and a hard look to the stars, the belts are recently littered with wrecks; wrecks left unsalvaged by the capsuleers; for they are drinking in the bars. Drinking? Yes, they drink in celebration of combat won and care not about your frozen corpse left floating in the void.