- Kills
- 28
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 8
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 97%
- ISK destroyed
- 17.02B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 28
- Losses
- 8
- Danger Ratio
- 88%
- Final Blows
- 5
- Points
- 28
ISK
- Destroyed
- 17.02B
- Lost
- 501.5M
- Balance
- +16.52B
- ISK Efficiency
- 97%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 1
- Solo Ratio
- 4%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 1
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 13%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt740.3K
Damage Ratio · 86%
Damage Taken117.4K
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
Killed By
Hulls LostLosses broken down by hull class.
In-game bio
The bodyguard nodded and picked up one of the trays, holding its bottom with one hand and lifting the top up with the other. There, sitting in a pool of dark blood, was the head of Bob.
“I did get it right, didn’t I?” Loki mockingly asked Cain. “I heard that a silver platter is traditional.” The Outlaw's thin lips drew back over his teeth in a pale grin. “Are you sure you won’t sit for dinner?”
Cain stared at the severed bloody offering, leaning forward to examine it. A man’s worst enemies are those, of his own house and family. The tough skin of the corpse’s neck was ragged, as if his head had been hacked at and sawed off, rather than cleanly severed. His small, glassy eyes stared at nothing. A thick brownish tongue hung out the side of his mouth. The young man met the dead man’s unseeing gaze. And he who makes his law a curse, by his own law shall surely die.
“I did get it right, didn’t I?” Loki mockingly asked Cain. “I heard that a silver platter is traditional.” The Outlaw's thin lips drew back over his teeth in a pale grin. “Are you sure you won’t sit for dinner?”
Cain stared at the severed bloody offering, leaning forward to examine it. A man’s worst enemies are those, of his own house and family. The tough skin of the corpse’s neck was ragged, as if his head had been hacked at and sawed off, rather than cleanly severed. His small, glassy eyes stared at nothing. A thick brownish tongue hung out the side of his mouth. The young man met the dead man’s unseeing gaze. And he who makes his law a curse, by his own law shall surely die.