- Kills
- 20
- +10 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 19
- +2 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 8%
- ISK destroyed
- 1.53B
- +158.6M in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Medium
- 0.1 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 20
- Losses
- 19
- Danger Ratio
- 79%
- Final Blows
- 7
- Points
- 14
ISK
- Destroyed
- 1.53B
- Lost
- 16.69B
- Balance
- -15.15B
- ISK Efficiency
- 8%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 2
- Solo Ratio
- 10%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 4
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 21%
- Activity
- Medium
Damage Dealt11.1K
Damage Ratio · 3%
Damage Taken392.0K
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
The machine of death has gone mad,
It flies, sweeping away everyone,
We dodged - this time,
Gone on the white band
We are here today,
And tomorrow we'll be there,
Where sick of the fire devil!
We will fight on the ground,
Under the sun and in pitch darkness,
We will fight in heaven,
We will fight to the end,
We will fight to live
For those who were first killed,
The enemy is like a ghost without a face,
We will fight to the end,
We will fight!
Under the black T-shirt, blood is playing,
And we are ready to win,
So give us a deal - without further ado
Went farther away!
Think of war,
Think of an enemy to us,
And death that picks in three steps!
It flies, sweeping away everyone,
We dodged - this time,
Gone on the white band
We are here today,
And tomorrow we'll be there,
Where sick of the fire devil!
We will fight on the ground,
Under the sun and in pitch darkness,
We will fight in heaven,
We will fight to the end,
We will fight to live
For those who were first killed,
The enemy is like a ghost without a face,
We will fight to the end,
We will fight!
Under the black T-shirt, blood is playing,
And we are ready to win,
So give us a deal - without further ado
Went farther away!
Think of war,
Think of an enemy to us,
And death that picks in three steps!