- Kills
- 19
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 3
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 99%
- ISK destroyed
- 1.42B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 19
- Losses
- 3
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
- Final Blows
- 10
- Points
- 52
ISK
- Destroyed
- 1.42B
- Lost
- 7.9M
- Balance
- +1.41B
- ISK Efficiency
- 99%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 5
- Solo Ratio
- 26%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt40.8K
Damage Ratio · 95%
Damage Taken2.3K
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
SMILE
Without warning, Cleric's light waxed, bleached the heights of stone. Shadows crawled from the great wolf snouts hanging above. The Nonman turned before the entrance, blasted by illumination. Several raised their hands against the glare. His voice seemed to boom into the surrounding darkness. "Kneel…" The Skin Eaters stared at him dumbstruck, watched as he slumped to his knees. For a heartbeat his eyes glared without focus, then he looked to the Men standing about him, his expression slowly tightening. Pained lines climbed his scalp. "Kneel!" he shrieked. Sarl cackled, though the smile that broke his barbed goatee seemed far from amused. "Cleric. Come now…" "This was the war that broke our back!" the Nonman thundered. "This…This! All the Last Born, sires and sons, gathered beneath the copper banners of Siol and her flint-hearted King. Silverteeth! Our Tyrant-Saviour…" He rolled his head back and laughed. Two lines of white marked the tears that scored his cheeks. "This is our…" The flash of fused teeth. "Our triumph." He shrunk, seemed to huddle into his cupped palms. Great silent sobs wracked him.
Without warning, Cleric's light waxed, bleached the heights of stone. Shadows crawled from the great wolf snouts hanging above. The Nonman turned before the entrance, blasted by illumination. Several raised their hands against the glare. His voice seemed to boom into the surrounding darkness. "Kneel…" The Skin Eaters stared at him dumbstruck, watched as he slumped to his knees. For a heartbeat his eyes glared without focus, then he looked to the Men standing about him, his expression slowly tightening. Pained lines climbed his scalp. "Kneel!" he shrieked. Sarl cackled, though the smile that broke his barbed goatee seemed far from amused. "Cleric. Come now…" "This was the war that broke our back!" the Nonman thundered. "This…This! All the Last Born, sires and sons, gathered beneath the copper banners of Siol and her flint-hearted King. Silverteeth! Our Tyrant-Saviour…" He rolled his head back and laughed. Two lines of white marked the tears that scored his cheeks. "This is our…" The flash of fused teeth. "Our triumph." He shrunk, seemed to huddle into his cupped palms. Great silent sobs wracked him.