0.50
- Kills
- 14
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 10
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 4%
- ISK destroyed
- 211.9M
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 14
- Losses
- 10
- Danger Ratio
- 90%
- Final Blows
- 11
- Points
- 14
ISK
- Destroyed
- 211.9M
- Lost
- 5.09B
- Balance
- -4.88B
- ISK Efficiency
- 4%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 10
- Solo Ratio
- 71%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 1
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 10%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt7.5M
Damage Ratio · 99%
Damage Taken107.5K
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
Memoirs of the forgotten.
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She stood, slow, joints snapping-- second to none but the Sovs themselves.
Stood straight-backed, sharp-sighted, pleased to skewer enemies at any distance.
She listened close, head cocked, arrow nocked.
Listened to her Queen's layered lies and heard only the truths as endless courtly complaints flowed around them like the mists of Divalia.
She watched shadows wind, warp, widen.
Watched surveillance feeds, encrypted snaps: the weapon hand of every woman and man who wished an audience.
She swore with revelation, righteous fury--
betrayedbetrayedbetrayedbetrayedbetrayedbetrayedbetrayedbetrayed
--swore an oath to rise again.
She drew, loosed, dr–
Fell.
l o s t
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The smell of sulfur fills the air.
"Oh god, they're so close. They have Hitchcock. Oh god."
"Grab the - the dagger. From my backpack. Quick."
"I-I don't... I got it. What the hell? This isn't gonna work, Marion. What the hell am I supposed to do with this against those...? They blew him into pieces - oh god."
"You have to... you have to kill me - ah! Kill me. Kill me with it."
"What? What the hell?"
"Yeah - it's the only way. Please."
"What are you saying? Stop!"
"It's a magic dagger. It'll save us. She will save us. But you have to kill me with it."
"Please don't... please don't make me. Oh god."
"Y-you have to. I've seen how this works. It's the only way - they're coming so close. You have to use it on me. Kill me."
"I'm so sorry Marion. I'm so so sorry. I don't think-"
"Do it. Do it now. DO IT NOW! DO IT NOW! DO IT-"
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She stood, slow, joints snapping-- second to none but the Sovs themselves.
Stood straight-backed, sharp-sighted, pleased to skewer enemies at any distance.
She listened close, head cocked, arrow nocked.
Listened to her Queen's layered lies and heard only the truths as endless courtly complaints flowed around them like the mists of Divalia.
She watched shadows wind, warp, widen.
Watched surveillance feeds, encrypted snaps: the weapon hand of every woman and man who wished an audience.
She swore with revelation, righteous fury--
betrayedbetrayedbetrayedbetrayedbetrayedbetrayedbetrayedbetrayed
--swore an oath to rise again.
She drew, loosed, dr–
Fell.
l o s t
----------
The smell of sulfur fills the air.
"Oh god, they're so close. They have Hitchcock. Oh god."
"Grab the - the dagger. From my backpack. Quick."
"I-I don't... I got it. What the hell? This isn't gonna work, Marion. What the hell am I supposed to do with this against those...? They blew him into pieces - oh god."
"You have to... you have to kill me - ah! Kill me. Kill me with it."
"What? What the hell?"
"Yeah - it's the only way. Please."
"What are you saying? Stop!"
"It's a magic dagger. It'll save us. She will save us. But you have to kill me with it."
"Please don't... please don't make me. Oh god."
"Y-you have to. I've seen how this works. It's the only way - they're coming so close. You have to use it on me. Kill me."
"I'm so sorry Marion. I'm so so sorry. I don't think-"
"Do it. Do it now. DO IT NOW! DO IT NOW! DO IT-"