- Kills
- 315
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 29
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 89%
- ISK destroyed
- 34.58B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 315
- Losses
- 29
- Danger Ratio
- 97%
- Final Blows
- 57
- Points
- 315
ISK
- Destroyed
- 34.58B
- Lost
- 4.36B
- Balance
- +30.22B
- ISK Efficiency
- 89%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 14
- Solo Ratio
- 4%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 1
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 3%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt2.2M
Damage Ratio · 89%
Damage Taken277.4K
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
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In-game bio
Muldreck > THIS IS SERIOUS INTEL
XIRUSPHERE > SRS
Torus Nunn > maruyamoowhatever
He got up and walked out to the road. The black shape of it running from dark to dark. Then the distant low rumble. Not thunder. You could feel it under your feet. A sound without cognate and so without description. Something imponderable shifting out there in the dark. The earth itself contracting with the cold. It did not come again. What time of year? What age the child? He walked out into the road and stood. The silence. The salitter drying from the earth. The mudstained shapes of flooded cities burned to the waterline. At a crossroads a ground set with dolmen stones where the spoken bones of oracles lay moldering. No sound but the wind. What will you say? A living man spoke these lines? He sharpened a quill with his small pen knife to scribe these things in sloe or lampblack? At some reckonable and entabled moment? He is coming to steal my eyes. To seal my mouth with dirt.
XIRUSPHERE > SRS
Torus Nunn > maruyamoowhatever
He got up and walked out to the road. The black shape of it running from dark to dark. Then the distant low rumble. Not thunder. You could feel it under your feet. A sound without cognate and so without description. Something imponderable shifting out there in the dark. The earth itself contracting with the cold. It did not come again. What time of year? What age the child? He walked out into the road and stood. The silence. The salitter drying from the earth. The mudstained shapes of flooded cities burned to the waterline. At a crossroads a ground set with dolmen stones where the spoken bones of oracles lay moldering. No sound but the wind. What will you say? A living man spoke these lines? He sharpened a quill with his small pen knife to scribe these things in sloe or lampblack? At some reckonable and entabled moment? He is coming to steal my eyes. To seal my mouth with dirt.