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Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 161
- Losses
- 55
- Efficiency
- 75%
- Danger Ratio
- 91%
ISK
- Destroyed
- 96.00B
- Lost
- 5.95B
- ISK Efficiency
- 94%
- Balance
- +90.05B
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 3
- Solo Ratio
- 2%
- Final Blows
- 18
- Points
- 161
Other
- NPC Losses
- 5
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 9%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage
Damage Dealt261.0K
Damage Taken368.7K
Damage Ratio41%
Combat profile
How they fight, with whom and against whom — last 90 days
Activity
What they fly and where they fight
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Most Valuable
Matchups
Who they kill, who kills them, what they lose
Top ListsLast 90 days
Hulls Lost
Losses broken down by hull class.
Career
Corporations flown for, most recent first
University of CailleSince Sunday, 21 September 20250 Kills0 Losses
Bene Gesserit ChapterHouseSince Saturday, 15 September 20180 Kills3 Losses
The ScopeSince Monday, 27 August 20180 Kills0 Losses
Frog Morton IndustriesSince Thursday, 17 January 201380 Kills12 Losses
X.S. IndustriesSince Wednesday, 16 January 20130 Kills0 Losses
Active FusionSince Tuesday, 26 October 201017 Kills26 Losses
In-game bio
Your staring at my eye..... Everyone does....
a mark of pride it is indeed, an accident is how it happened.
A load of Noxicum spilled over during an offloading in station.
Luckily I was not buried, the prostitute was no so lucky.
Think her name was Spaceship B...... something
but a miner I still remain as was my father,
The nox nearly killed me, poisonus the stuff is,
True to the ore I am. Spending days in space,
Unwashed and grimey in my captains seat,
stinking up my cabin,
finding the occasional skidmark in the pants,
finding the occasional klingong smeared between cheeks,
I think they call that sharting, fart/shit in one,
I mine my own gastric gasses and sell on market.
did I mention I freeball? well now you know.
No butthuggers or tighty whities for me.
Im a real miner to the grimey core.
I dont need a change of clothes,
Unless im pissing out the wrong hole into my pants.
My groin has never known scissor or blade,
Im a real man, a rugged miner.
a mark of pride it is indeed, an accident is how it happened.
A load of Noxicum spilled over during an offloading in station.
Luckily I was not buried, the prostitute was no so lucky.
Think her name was Spaceship B...... something
but a miner I still remain as was my father,
The nox nearly killed me, poisonus the stuff is,
True to the ore I am. Spending days in space,
Unwashed and grimey in my captains seat,
stinking up my cabin,
finding the occasional skidmark in the pants,
finding the occasional klingong smeared between cheeks,
I think they call that sharting, fart/shit in one,
I mine my own gastric gasses and sell on market.
did I mention I freeball? well now you know.
No butthuggers or tighty whities for me.
Im a real miner to the grimey core.
I dont need a change of clothes,
Unless im pissing out the wrong hole into my pants.
My groin has never known scissor or blade,
Im a real man, a rugged miner.