- Kills
- 0
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 0
- +0 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
- 0
- Danger Ratio
- 0%
- Final Blows
- 0
- Points
- 0
ISK
- Destroyed
- 0
- Lost
- 0
- Balance
- +0
- ISK Efficiency
- 0%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 0
- Solo Ratio
- 0%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Activity
- Inactive
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
Exiled for speaking what others feared to hear. Lord Mephos, once a Holder of standing, uncovered a fragment of Scripture that defied the core dogma of the Empire: “All are born equal beneath the stars.” For these words, and for daring to believe them, he was cast out.
He did not fall. He simply pivoted.
Within Caldari space, Mephos found shelter in silence, and opportunity in spreadsheets. Through calculated investments—some say Crusader Heavy Engineering stock, others whisper darker mechanisms—he built a fortune vast enough to erase memories, bend officials, and loosen locked gates.
Now robed again, he returns to Amarr space not with vengeance, but with calm inevitability. He is not here to reclaim a throne. He is here to wait. To observe. To prove that what he found in the fragment was not heresy, but truth too long buried.
He speaks rarely. He gives freely. He kills only when cornered. The Empire does not yet know what to make of him. But they have allowed him to return perhaps hoping time will silence him once more.
He did not fall. He simply pivoted.
Within Caldari space, Mephos found shelter in silence, and opportunity in spreadsheets. Through calculated investments—some say Crusader Heavy Engineering stock, others whisper darker mechanisms—he built a fortune vast enough to erase memories, bend officials, and loosen locked gates.
Now robed again, he returns to Amarr space not with vengeance, but with calm inevitability. He is not here to reclaim a throne. He is here to wait. To observe. To prove that what he found in the fragment was not heresy, but truth too long buried.
He speaks rarely. He gives freely. He kills only when cornered. The Empire does not yet know what to make of him. But they have allowed him to return perhaps hoping time will silence him once more.