- Kills
- 8
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 35
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 84%
- ISK destroyed
- 7.78B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 8
- Losses
- 35
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
- Final Blows
- 3
- Points
- 8
ISK
- Destroyed
- 7.78B
- Lost
- 1.53B
- Balance
- +6.25B
- ISK Efficiency
- 84%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 2
- Solo Ratio
- 25%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt132.4K
Damage Ratio · 39%
Damage Taken209.0K
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
"From the fires of war, a man is forged. But it is the choices he makes that shape his future."
When I was a small boy, my mother would sing me this very song. It went like this:
"☠j̵̾f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑s̴̀e̸f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎j̴͎̖̔̊͊̀̈́̿͂͂̄́̕͝m̴̡̧͎̭b̸̡̧͖̞̓̽̊̆ö̵̝̻̭̥́s̷̀̉e̴f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑s̴̀e̸f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎s̷̀̉e̴ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑j̴͍̔̊͊̀̈́̿͂͂̄́̕͝i̷̜̺̳̲͎̖̍͘ṃ̴̡̧̳͍̭̱̙̱͔̯͎̭͌͊b̸̨̡̧͈͖̞̓̽̊̆ö̵̧̝̻̭̥́̑s̴̀̉e̸f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎s̷̀̉f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑s̴̀e̸f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎s̷̀̉e̴e̴s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑s̴̀e̸f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑s̴̀e̸f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎s̷̀̉e̴ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑s̴̀e̸f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎s̷̀̉e̴f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎s̷̀̉e̴f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑s̴̀e̸f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎s̷̀̉e̴ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑s̴̀e̸f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎s̷̀̉e̴f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂ö̵̧̝̻̭̥́̑s̴̀e̸f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎s̷̀̉f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑s̴̀e̸f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎s̷̀̉e̴e̴s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑s̴̀e̸f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑s̴̀e̸f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎s̷̀̉e̴ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑s̴̀e̸f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎s̷̀̉e̴f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂" and it still reminds me of her...
The song lingers—haunting, unsettling, but alive. Each word, each note, binds me to a past I can no longer escape, and a future I am destined to reshape.
It is not just a song. It is a legacy—my legacy, and the legacy of my brother. The very fabric of the universe trembles in its wake, for in this melody lies a power that can no longer be ignored.
It is a call to arms. It is the gathering of forces, a moment of triumph. The song will ignite the fires of change across galaxies, stir the hearts of those who still sleep, and awaken something greater than what anyone could have ever imagined.
My family, my brother, will stand by my side. We will reshape the stars, carve our names into the void, and bend the universe to our will. The future will bow before us, for we are the ones who will finally rewrite it.
The song is the key. And with it, the universe will never be the same again.
When I was a small boy, my mother would sing me this very song. It went like this:
"☠j̵̾f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑s̴̀e̸f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎j̴͎̖̔̊͊̀̈́̿͂͂̄́̕͝m̴̡̧͎̭b̸̡̧͖̞̓̽̊̆ö̵̝̻̭̥́s̷̀̉e̴f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑s̴̀e̸f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎s̷̀̉e̴ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑j̴͍̔̊͊̀̈́̿͂͂̄́̕͝i̷̜̺̳̲͎̖̍͘ṃ̴̡̧̳͍̭̱̙̱͔̯͎̭͌͊b̸̨̡̧͈͖̞̓̽̊̆ö̵̧̝̻̭̥́̑s̴̀̉e̸f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎s̷̀̉f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑s̴̀e̸f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎s̷̀̉e̴e̴s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑s̴̀e̸f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑s̴̀e̸f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎s̷̀̉e̴ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑s̴̀e̸f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎s̷̀̉e̴f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎s̷̀̉e̴f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑s̴̀e̸f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎s̷̀̉e̴ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑s̴̀e̸f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎s̷̀̉e̴f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂ö̵̧̝̻̭̥́̑s̴̀e̸f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎s̷̀̉f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑s̴̀e̸f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎s̷̀̉e̴e̴s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑s̴̀e̸f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑s̴̀e̸f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎s̷̀̉e̴ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑s̴̀e̸f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎s̷̀̉e̴f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂" and it still reminds me of her...
The song lingers—haunting, unsettling, but alive. Each word, each note, binds me to a past I can no longer escape, and a future I am destined to reshape.
It is not just a song. It is a legacy—my legacy, and the legacy of my brother. The very fabric of the universe trembles in its wake, for in this melody lies a power that can no longer be ignored.
It is a call to arms. It is the gathering of forces, a moment of triumph. The song will ignite the fires of change across galaxies, stir the hearts of those who still sleep, and awaken something greater than what anyone could have ever imagined.
My family, my brother, will stand by my side. We will reshape the stars, carve our names into the void, and bend the universe to our will. The future will bow before us, for we are the ones who will finally rewrite it.
The song is the key. And with it, the universe will never be the same again.