-0.50Pilot
Peter Powers
GallenteJin-Mei
- Kills
- 2,095
- +12 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 229
- +3 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 95%
- ISK destroyed
- 1.05T
- +35.97B in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Medium
- 0.1 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 2,095
- Losses
- 229
- Danger Ratio
- 94%
- Final Blows
- 506
- Points
- 2,301
ISK
- Destroyed
- 1.05T
- Lost
- 56.92B
- Balance
- +994.74B
- ISK Efficiency
- 95%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 291
- Solo Ratio
- 14%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 13
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 6%
- Activity
- Medium
Damage Dealt121.0M
Damage Ratio · 97%
Damage Taken3.4M
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
Gates remember.
Wrecks remember.
Clones remember —
but only the first few ever truly knew who he was.
Those early copies still whispered names in their sleep.
They still flinched at sounds that no ship made.
They still believed they were someone.
But the jumps kept coming.
Too many.
Too fast.
And death, stretched thin across time,
began to forget what it was carrying.
Each return took something with it —
a memory, a face,
a reason.
What came back still flew, still killed,
still answered the call…
but it no longer asked why.
What remains now is quiet.
It doesn’t seek revenge.
It doesn’t seek redemption.
It barely seeks at all.
It drifts through the edges of space,
drawn to imbalance,
pulled to the scent of collapse.
It intervenes,
not out of purpose —
but because that’s all it remembers how to do.
Some say he left long ago.
Others say he never left at all.
But those who meet what’s left behind
rarely understand it...
until it’s already too late.
***
Battlefield.Space Profile:
https://battlefield.space/character/179004085
read this bio to get your own
Wrecks remember.
Clones remember —
but only the first few ever truly knew who he was.
Those early copies still whispered names in their sleep.
They still flinched at sounds that no ship made.
They still believed they were someone.
But the jumps kept coming.
Too many.
Too fast.
And death, stretched thin across time,
began to forget what it was carrying.
Each return took something with it —
a memory, a face,
a reason.
What came back still flew, still killed,
still answered the call…
but it no longer asked why.
What remains now is quiet.
It doesn’t seek revenge.
It doesn’t seek redemption.
It barely seeks at all.
It drifts through the edges of space,
drawn to imbalance,
pulled to the scent of collapse.
It intervenes,
not out of purpose —
but because that’s all it remembers how to do.
Some say he left long ago.
Others say he never left at all.
But those who meet what’s left behind
rarely understand it...
until it’s already too late.
***
Battlefield.Space Profile:
https://battlefield.space/character/179004085
read this bio to get your own