- Kills
- 1
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 7
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 0%
- ISK destroyed
- 12.7M
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 1
- Losses
- 7
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
- Final Blows
- 0
- Points
- 1
ISK
- Destroyed
- 12.7M
- Lost
- 3.92B
- Balance
- -3.91B
- ISK Efficiency
- 0%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 0
- Solo Ratio
- 0%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt979
Damage Ratio · 6%
Damage Taken14.7K
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
Unrelenting, their endeavour to rule lives. Teaching you an artificial truth, that you will grieve no more, that you will die no more. Narrow minded mercenaries. slave traders, soul collectors.
Send a promise of distruction to those who will not kneel. derision of the upright ones; as fear devours all doubt's.
But there are so many things i hold beyond their reach, the doom you promised me may come, I'm not afraid. You can not save me, i am the counterweight, no need to save me, for im the counterweight.
And i will grieve no more, i will die no more.
Skyward's, the prayers we sent, of no avail. No fear of death will walk among us. Almost too limb to throw the stones. Marching into darkness, bowed down with grief, and marked by enslavement.
All the prayers we send, of no avail
They went unheard
Of no avail, the lives we gave
Our weakened legs and tattered shoes will cause no sound on icy streets.
Send a promise of distruction to those who will not kneel. derision of the upright ones; as fear devours all doubt's.
But there are so many things i hold beyond their reach, the doom you promised me may come, I'm not afraid. You can not save me, i am the counterweight, no need to save me, for im the counterweight.
And i will grieve no more, i will die no more.
Skyward's, the prayers we sent, of no avail. No fear of death will walk among us. Almost too limb to throw the stones. Marching into darkness, bowed down with grief, and marked by enslavement.
All the prayers we send, of no avail
They went unheard
Of no avail, the lives we gave
Our weakened legs and tattered shoes will cause no sound on icy streets.