5.00
- Kills
- 3
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 4
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 89%
- ISK destroyed
- 4.20B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 3
- Losses
- 4
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
- Final Blows
- 0
- Points
- 3
ISK
- Destroyed
- 4.20B
- Lost
- 506.7M
- Balance
- +3.69B
- ISK Efficiency
- 89%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 0
- Solo Ratio
- 0%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt1.8K
Damage Ratio · 5%
Damage Taken33.0K
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
Fly, envious Time, till thou run out thy race,
Call upon the lazy leaden-stepping hours,
Whose speed is but the heavy Plummets pace;
And glut thy self with what thy womb devours,
Which is no more than what is false and vain,
And merely mortal dross;
So little is our loss,
So little is thy gain.
For when, as each thing bad thou hast entomb'd,
And last of all, thy greedy self consum'd,
Then long Eternity shall greet our bliss
With an individual kiss;
And Joy shall overtake us as a flood,
When every thing that is sincerely good
And perfectly divine,
With Truth, and Peace, and Love shall ever shine
About the supreme Throne
Of him, to whose happy-making sight alone,
When once our heav'nly-guided soul shall climb,
Then all this Earthly grossness quit,
Attir'd with Stars, we shall forever sit,
Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee, O Time.
Call upon the lazy leaden-stepping hours,
Whose speed is but the heavy Plummets pace;
And glut thy self with what thy womb devours,
Which is no more than what is false and vain,
And merely mortal dross;
So little is our loss,
So little is thy gain.
For when, as each thing bad thou hast entomb'd,
And last of all, thy greedy self consum'd,
Then long Eternity shall greet our bliss
With an individual kiss;
And Joy shall overtake us as a flood,
When every thing that is sincerely good
And perfectly divine,
With Truth, and Peace, and Love shall ever shine
About the supreme Throne
Of him, to whose happy-making sight alone,
When once our heav'nly-guided soul shall climb,
Then all this Earthly grossness quit,
Attir'd with Stars, we shall forever sit,
Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee, O Time.