- Kills
- 0
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 41
- +4 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 0%
- ISK destroyed
- 0
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 0
- Losses
- 41
- Danger Ratio
- 41%
- Final Blows
- 0
- Points
- 0
ISK
- Destroyed
- 0
- Lost
- 304.8M
- Balance
- -304.8M
- ISK Efficiency
- 0%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 0
- Solo Ratio
- 0%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 24
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 59%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt0
Damage Ratio · 0%
Damage Taken85.5K
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
In the vast chronicles of astral navigation, Eugene Creosote is immortalized as an intrepid voyager of celestial bodies, whose expeditions span the most obscure corners of the cosmos. Commanding the venerable starcraft Chronoclysm Infinite, his journey commenced amid the dual incandescence of Antiquitus-Prime VII, engaging with the ethereal Plume-Sirens amidst the harmonious cacophony of the Nebulae Chorus. His trajectory unfurled to the crystalline orbits of Fractalus Quintessence IX, where the prismatic Sentinels, custodians of chromatic mysteries, held court.
Through the effulgent mazes of the Seraphim Vortex XCV, he attained the Time-Worn Manifold from the inscrutable Temporal Monks. The Morphean Expanse XLII's dust-laden spirals revealed the Dream-Weavers' Mirage, a surreal confluence of reality's fabric and the tapestry of visions.
The Heliogabalus Rift LXXVIII beckoned next, a domain where the Chrono-Wraiths, stitched from the shadowy filaments of temporality, altered the very flow of time around Creosote's craft. And in the argent penumbra of the Silvershade Constellation CLXIV, he engaged in silent communion with the Oracular Conduits, whose ancient harmonics resonated with the secrets of cosmic existence.
In the midst of his interstellar peregrinations, Eugene's odyssey intersected with the notorious Aldebaran Syndicate, a ruthless cabal of alien racketeers known for their manipulation of the intergalactic trade routes of the Taurus Nexus. His encounter with them was as fortuitous as it was foreordained, for Creosote possessed knowledge of the Arcane Sigils of Andromeda-5, cryptic inscriptions said to hold the key to the fabled Vaults of Valhalla, a repository of untold power lost in the vortex of forgotten eons.
Eugene Creosote's sojourns are the stuff of legend, a sequence of interstellar pilgrimages encompassing astronomical phenomena that captivate and mystify. Each galactic coordinate and astral encounter forms a verse in the grand epic of his existence. His enduring legacy, a repository of cosmic lore and marvels, serves as a beacon for the wayfarers of the galaxy, compelling them to seek the grandeur and enigma that dwell in the farthest reaches of the star-strewn void.
Through the effulgent mazes of the Seraphim Vortex XCV, he attained the Time-Worn Manifold from the inscrutable Temporal Monks. The Morphean Expanse XLII's dust-laden spirals revealed the Dream-Weavers' Mirage, a surreal confluence of reality's fabric and the tapestry of visions.
The Heliogabalus Rift LXXVIII beckoned next, a domain where the Chrono-Wraiths, stitched from the shadowy filaments of temporality, altered the very flow of time around Creosote's craft. And in the argent penumbra of the Silvershade Constellation CLXIV, he engaged in silent communion with the Oracular Conduits, whose ancient harmonics resonated with the secrets of cosmic existence.
In the midst of his interstellar peregrinations, Eugene's odyssey intersected with the notorious Aldebaran Syndicate, a ruthless cabal of alien racketeers known for their manipulation of the intergalactic trade routes of the Taurus Nexus. His encounter with them was as fortuitous as it was foreordained, for Creosote possessed knowledge of the Arcane Sigils of Andromeda-5, cryptic inscriptions said to hold the key to the fabled Vaults of Valhalla, a repository of untold power lost in the vortex of forgotten eons.
Eugene Creosote's sojourns are the stuff of legend, a sequence of interstellar pilgrimages encompassing astronomical phenomena that captivate and mystify. Each galactic coordinate and astral encounter forms a verse in the grand epic of his existence. His enduring legacy, a repository of cosmic lore and marvels, serves as a beacon for the wayfarers of the galaxy, compelling them to seek the grandeur and enigma that dwell in the farthest reaches of the star-strewn void.