- Kills
- 38
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 38
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 23%
- ISK destroyed
- 3.43B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 38
- Losses
- 38
- Danger Ratio
- 84%
- Final Blows
- 13
- Points
- 38
ISK
- Destroyed
- 3.43B
- Lost
- 11.40B
- Balance
- -7.98B
- ISK Efficiency
- 23%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 10
- Solo Ratio
- 26%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 6
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 16%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt6.4M
Damage Ratio · 93%
Damage Taken483.7K
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
Lagartija Nick is a roleplayer and will only speak in character.
Once considered one of the avant-garde elite of the garbage sculpture scene, Nick is now a space-jockey with a bad habit of dispensing ammunition at the wrong target.
It's not easy to explain how Nick ended up taking this career shift, but it can best be explained by simply saying that Ophelia Hawthorne was the greatest thing to ever fall out of his trashbin.
It wasn't long after discovering his new chauffeur that a swift and consuming romance followed. Night after night Nick found himself not wanting to end up at the eve's gallery party, but instead wished to keep driving with no intended desitination.
And thus he found himself swept from a stale and boring life of garbage and latex-fetish driven debauchery, and dropped into a somewhat cramped, but exciting pod.
Once considered one of the avant-garde elite of the garbage sculpture scene, Nick is now a space-jockey with a bad habit of dispensing ammunition at the wrong target.
It's not easy to explain how Nick ended up taking this career shift, but it can best be explained by simply saying that Ophelia Hawthorne was the greatest thing to ever fall out of his trashbin.
It wasn't long after discovering his new chauffeur that a swift and consuming romance followed. Night after night Nick found himself not wanting to end up at the eve's gallery party, but instead wished to keep driving with no intended desitination.
And thus he found himself swept from a stale and boring life of garbage and latex-fetish driven debauchery, and dropped into a somewhat cramped, but exciting pod.