0.70Pilot
Honor Harrington1
GallenteJin-Mei
- Kills
- 128
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 78
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 99%
- ISK destroyed
- 329.57B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 128
- Losses
- 78
- Danger Ratio
- 96%
- Final Blows
- 10
- Points
- 128
ISK
- Destroyed
- 329.57B
- Lost
- 3.28B
- Balance
- +326.29B
- ISK Efficiency
- 99%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 3
- Solo Ratio
- 2%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 3
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 4%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt59.7K
Damage Ratio · 15%
Damage Taken329.3K
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
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In-game bio
Fair was the blossom, and faithful and true
But fairer the tree from which it grew
For Manticore's flower our grief is displayed
For Honor has fallen to Haven's red blade.
For Manticore's navy and Grayson's she flew;
Fearless her ship and devoted her crew.
Through terrible odds her commitment was keen
To keep to her word and to honor her Queen.
I will remember till memory dies
Grayson's deep anger ablaze in her eyes
As she challenged Burdette in the whole council's sight
"Send for your sword and may God aid the right."
I'm drawn to a standard I cannot attain
My beacon a Lady, a Knight without stain,
You cannot in honor, deny me this grace
The chance to avenge what I cannot replace.
I mourn for her loss but I know very well
The tree is no less for the flower that fell.
Someday I hope they'll remember of me,
Fair was the blossom, but fairer the tree.
But fairer the tree from which it grew
For Manticore's flower our grief is displayed
For Honor has fallen to Haven's red blade.
For Manticore's navy and Grayson's she flew;
Fearless her ship and devoted her crew.
Through terrible odds her commitment was keen
To keep to her word and to honor her Queen.
I will remember till memory dies
Grayson's deep anger ablaze in her eyes
As she challenged Burdette in the whole council's sight
"Send for your sword and may God aid the right."
I'm drawn to a standard I cannot attain
My beacon a Lady, a Knight without stain,
You cannot in honor, deny me this grace
The chance to avenge what I cannot replace.
I mourn for her loss but I know very well
The tree is no less for the flower that fell.
Someday I hope they'll remember of me,
Fair was the blossom, but fairer the tree.