- Kills
- 151
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 32
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 96%
- ISK destroyed
- 37.42B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 151
- Losses
- 32
- Danger Ratio
- 84%
- Final Blows
- 20
- Points
- 151
ISK
- Destroyed
- 37.42B
- Lost
- 1.71B
- Balance
- +35.71B
- ISK Efficiency
- 96%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 4
- Solo Ratio
- 3%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 5
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 16%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt310.9K
Damage Ratio · 35%
Damage Taken579.6K
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
When the white eagle of the north is flying overhead.
And the browns, reds and golds of autumn; lie in the gutter dead.
Remember then, the summer birds with wings of fire; flaming.
Come to witness springs new hope, born of leaves decaying.
As new life will come from death, love will come at liesure;
love of love, love of life; and giving without measure.....
gives in return, the wonderous yearn of promise; almost seen.
Live hand in hand, and together we will stand.....
on the threshold of a dream.
These words are my only memory from a time before I awoke to find myself encapsulated in a gunk filled pod, begining my new existence as a capsuleer in this insane universe.
It's been over fourty years now, and I am still none the wiser where I am origionally from, or how or why I am here.
Maybe the future will reveal some answers..
And the browns, reds and golds of autumn; lie in the gutter dead.
Remember then, the summer birds with wings of fire; flaming.
Come to witness springs new hope, born of leaves decaying.
As new life will come from death, love will come at liesure;
love of love, love of life; and giving without measure.....
gives in return, the wonderous yearn of promise; almost seen.
Live hand in hand, and together we will stand.....
on the threshold of a dream.
These words are my only memory from a time before I awoke to find myself encapsulated in a gunk filled pod, begining my new existence as a capsuleer in this insane universe.
It's been over fourty years now, and I am still none the wiser where I am origionally from, or how or why I am here.
Maybe the future will reveal some answers..