5.00
- Kills
- 206
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 140
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 60%
- ISK destroyed
- 35.65B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 206
- Losses
- 140
- Danger Ratio
- 70%
- Final Blows
- 132
- Points
- 200
ISK
- Destroyed
- 35.65B
- Lost
- 24.24B
- Balance
- +11.41B
- ISK Efficiency
- 60%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 40
- Solo Ratio
- 19%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 42
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 30%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt237.4M
Damage Ratio · 100%
Damage Taken877.2K
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
I was born on a small moon orbiting the giant gas planet called Todaki VI in the Karnola Constellation on May 15th 2020.
Went to School at the nearby station of Applied Knowledge.
After school I got drafted and served with the 242nd Suicide Kings and needless to say - that ended badly. Only a few got out alive.
Hotblooded and ill tempered, as i was, discharge came not long after.
Didn't know what else to do, so I jumped into a shuttle and set the destination to visit my Dad, Cassius.
I found him sitting peacefully mining some ice in an area of almost perfect serenity.
One day while we were walking in the Station he asked me to settle down for a while and enjoy the miners life.
"Let your blood cool a bit and your temper settle down while letting your life choose it's own path." Then he handed me a cassettetape
with his old handwriting on it : "Guardians of the Galaxy", put me in a venture and undocked me.
Though I must admit I love sitting in the Captains Chair (leather ofcourse) and watching all those cold mininglasers doing their work among the astroids, I do miss the feeling of pulling the trigger of a missile launcher.
A few days later while we were mining the icebelt, there was some issues with some local Pirates. The Guristas have small outposts that scouts the astroidbelts.
Nothing seriously dangerous, but still a moment of irritation, when they warp in and start snooping around for easy kills.
"The outposts are very well hidden far away and not places to visit in a venture with mining gear on it" Pa told me. He called them the Gurista Hideaways.
"Best stick to the mining lasers" my old Pa use to say. "Those heated lasers for fighting are not to be trusted." I'm not quite sure I agree with him on that note. But. He's old. What do old people know anyways...
Then one day not long after, out of nowhere a fleet of small assault frigates warped in right on the tail of some pirates.
They smashed the pirates and warped out again just as fast.
After some research I found that a nearby corporation called The Hideaway Hunters was actually dealing with this nuisance.
Turned out their headquarters was just past the closest stargate.
I undocked my venture, warped to Waira and knocked on the door. That's how my life chose it's own path. I inlisted with The Hideaway Hunters and am back into the pilotseat of my old and trusted Worm.
Went to School at the nearby station of Applied Knowledge.
After school I got drafted and served with the 242nd Suicide Kings and needless to say - that ended badly. Only a few got out alive.
Hotblooded and ill tempered, as i was, discharge came not long after.
Didn't know what else to do, so I jumped into a shuttle and set the destination to visit my Dad, Cassius.
I found him sitting peacefully mining some ice in an area of almost perfect serenity.
One day while we were walking in the Station he asked me to settle down for a while and enjoy the miners life.
"Let your blood cool a bit and your temper settle down while letting your life choose it's own path." Then he handed me a cassettetape
with his old handwriting on it : "Guardians of the Galaxy", put me in a venture and undocked me.
Though I must admit I love sitting in the Captains Chair (leather ofcourse) and watching all those cold mininglasers doing their work among the astroids, I do miss the feeling of pulling the trigger of a missile launcher.
A few days later while we were mining the icebelt, there was some issues with some local Pirates. The Guristas have small outposts that scouts the astroidbelts.
Nothing seriously dangerous, but still a moment of irritation, when they warp in and start snooping around for easy kills.
"The outposts are very well hidden far away and not places to visit in a venture with mining gear on it" Pa told me. He called them the Gurista Hideaways.
"Best stick to the mining lasers" my old Pa use to say. "Those heated lasers for fighting are not to be trusted." I'm not quite sure I agree with him on that note. But. He's old. What do old people know anyways...
Then one day not long after, out of nowhere a fleet of small assault frigates warped in right on the tail of some pirates.
They smashed the pirates and warped out again just as fast.
After some research I found that a nearby corporation called The Hideaway Hunters was actually dealing with this nuisance.
Turned out their headquarters was just past the closest stargate.
I undocked my venture, warped to Waira and knocked on the door. That's how my life chose it's own path. I inlisted with The Hideaway Hunters and am back into the pilotseat of my old and trusted Worm.