3.40
- Kills
- 281
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 116
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 75%
- ISK destroyed
- 69.24B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 281
- Losses
- 116
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
- Final Blows
- 46
- Points
- 281
ISK
- Destroyed
- 69.24B
- Lost
- 23.32B
- Balance
- +45.92B
- ISK Efficiency
- 75%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 6
- Solo Ratio
- 2%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt2.2M
Damage Ratio · 54%
Damage Taken1.9M
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
This is the dark time, just about midnight
friday the thirteenth no way left to fight
thursday was the best day, the future was bright
saturday the first day, of the rest of my life
High Flight (John Gillespie Magee, Jr.)
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air....
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace.
Where never lark or even eagle flew —
And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
friday the thirteenth no way left to fight
thursday was the best day, the future was bright
saturday the first day, of the rest of my life
High Flight (John Gillespie Magee, Jr.)
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air....
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace.
Where never lark or even eagle flew —
And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.