- Kills
- 66
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 143
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 87%
- ISK destroyed
- 4.70B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 66
- Losses
- 143
- Danger Ratio
- 98%
- Final Blows
- 21
- Points
- 66
ISK
- Destroyed
- 4.70B
- Lost
- 690.2M
- Balance
- +4.01B
- ISK Efficiency
- 87%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 14
- Solo Ratio
- 21%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 3
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 2%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt101.6K
Damage Ratio · 23%
Damage Taken331.3K
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
Listen up!
I was born under the sterile skies of Caldari. The Megacorps drilled it into my head that loyalty is a contract and life is a debt. But here’s the thing — TANSTAAFL! I paid my dues in full until I realized that in the "State," you're just a spare part. If you break down or start thinking for yourself, you're scrapped.
I was scrapped in deep space. Left to grow cold in a hollow tin can among the wrecks.
MUNAKATA J pulled me out. He’s Gallente to the bone, the kind who shoots first and asks for ID later. He didn't lecture me on "freedom and democracy." He just said: "Kid, you can either die here like a loyal corporate dog, or come with me and start using your own brain."
I chose the latter. Now I fly under the Federation flag. Not because I love Senate politicians, but because here, I’m my own master!
One last thing:
I’m always down to buddy up with pilot who know their stuff! Provided you’ve got your wits about you.
If not — don’t take it personally when you see a fresh rack of Scorches heading your way. Nothing personal. It’s just that the Moon… I mean, Eve is a harsh mistress ;)
P.S. Sometimes I drop off the radar. For a year, two, maybe five. Don’t go looking for me in dock. Space is vast, and a cryo-pod is a reliable thing. Sometimes you just need to kill the transponder, slip into deep low-sec, and wait for the universe to turn a few more times. Call it a "long vacation" or a life-support glitch. I don't care. The main thing is, when I’m back — my aim is as sharp as ever.
I'm down to buddy up*! *Provided you're not a total dummy ;)
I was born under the sterile skies of Caldari. The Megacorps drilled it into my head that loyalty is a contract and life is a debt. But here’s the thing — TANSTAAFL! I paid my dues in full until I realized that in the "State," you're just a spare part. If you break down or start thinking for yourself, you're scrapped.
I was scrapped in deep space. Left to grow cold in a hollow tin can among the wrecks.
MUNAKATA J pulled me out. He’s Gallente to the bone, the kind who shoots first and asks for ID later. He didn't lecture me on "freedom and democracy." He just said: "Kid, you can either die here like a loyal corporate dog, or come with me and start using your own brain."
I chose the latter. Now I fly under the Federation flag. Not because I love Senate politicians, but because here, I’m my own master!
One last thing:
I’m always down to buddy up with pilot who know their stuff! Provided you’ve got your wits about you.
If not — don’t take it personally when you see a fresh rack of Scorches heading your way. Nothing personal. It’s just that the Moon… I mean, Eve is a harsh mistress ;)
P.S. Sometimes I drop off the radar. For a year, two, maybe five. Don’t go looking for me in dock. Space is vast, and a cryo-pod is a reliable thing. Sometimes you just need to kill the transponder, slip into deep low-sec, and wait for the universe to turn a few more times. Call it a "long vacation" or a life-support glitch. I don't care. The main thing is, when I’m back — my aim is as sharp as ever.
I'm down to buddy up*! *Provided you're not a total dummy ;)