- Kills
- 27
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 99
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 14%
- ISK destroyed
- 385.6M
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 27
- Losses
- 99
- Danger Ratio
- 93%
- Final Blows
- 20
- Points
- 20
ISK
- Destroyed
- 385.6M
- Lost
- 2.39B
- Balance
- -2.00B
- ISK Efficiency
- 14%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 11
- Solo Ratio
- 41%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 7
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 7%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt67.9K
Damage Ratio · 23%
Damage Taken227.3K
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
I loved a Carpenter
Just then, I came to be,
Took root at the crux of your armor.
By gentle efforts I had came to be
Your armor let down for me.
Motivated by desire,
You stretched forward and
Grasped upon the fruit, your greedy claws
Outstretched, as you were, I found you
But you never knew me,
Not loved, as I did you.
You were there for the candy,
But for me, well I was here for you.
I had every inch I could.
I stretched, and I felt, and I poured into
And you became less, as I crept
Upon the weave of your muscle
You were made less,
and you were then gone.
You who had came for the fruit
And Me, now widowed and to be
So I took us, as high as we could be
So that more of you could see you and I
I'll show them what is love,
And make you a martyr for what it means for us to be.
Just then, I came to be,
Took root at the crux of your armor.
By gentle efforts I had came to be
Your armor let down for me.
Motivated by desire,
You stretched forward and
Grasped upon the fruit, your greedy claws
Outstretched, as you were, I found you
But you never knew me,
Not loved, as I did you.
You were there for the candy,
But for me, well I was here for you.
I had every inch I could.
I stretched, and I felt, and I poured into
And you became less, as I crept
Upon the weave of your muscle
You were made less,
and you were then gone.
You who had came for the fruit
And Me, now widowed and to be
So I took us, as high as we could be
So that more of you could see you and I
I'll show them what is love,
And make you a martyr for what it means for us to be.