-0.50Pilot
Nozeu
AmarrNi-Kunni
- Kills
- 70
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 7
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 95%
- ISK destroyed
- 29.94B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 70
- Losses
- 7
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
- Final Blows
- 11
- Points
- 69
ISK
- Destroyed
- 29.94B
- Lost
- 1.58B
- Balance
- +28.36B
- ISK Efficiency
- 95%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 3
- Solo Ratio
- 4%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt29.1M
Damage Ratio · 100%
Damage Taken132.1K
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
Nozeu moves through New Eden with the steady rhythm of heavy machinery—quiet, constant, impossible to argue with once it’s in motion. He was raised on the raw math of low-sec industry: margins measured in cubic meters, risk priced in jumps, loyalty weighed like ore on a station scale. Power, he learned, isn’t seized in a single flash. It’s extracted, processed, and stockpiled—layer by layer—until everyone else wakes up and realizes the whole system runs on what he controls.
He doesn’t posture. He calibrates. Every undock is a costed operation, every fight a line item with an expected return. He reads space the way a foreman reads a refinery—bottlenecks, throughput, failure points—then adjusts pressure until something gives. When ships explode, it’s rarely drama to him; it’s a correction. A flow redirected. A rival’s pipeline pinched shut.
His real weapon is infrastructure: routes that stay open because he allows it, markets that stabilize because he supports them, scarcity that appears the moment someone forgets who keeps the belts moving. He speaks in the language of schedules and supply—pickup windows, fuel blocks, replacement hulls—delivered with the calm certainty of someone who already has the next shipment staged and insured. If you’re useful, he makes you productive. If you’re a problem, he makes you expensive.
He doesn’t need to threaten. He can simply stop. Stop moving the materials, stop smoothing the shortages, stop patching the weak links—and watch whole plans grind down into sparks and silence. In negotiation he’s polite, almost procedural, as if discussing safety standards and quotas. But there’s always that industrial edge beneath it: the sense that you’re standing too close to a running drill, and he’s the one holding the power switch.
◈ CLONE STATUS: Conscious
◈ FLAG: ███
He doesn’t posture. He calibrates. Every undock is a costed operation, every fight a line item with an expected return. He reads space the way a foreman reads a refinery—bottlenecks, throughput, failure points—then adjusts pressure until something gives. When ships explode, it’s rarely drama to him; it’s a correction. A flow redirected. A rival’s pipeline pinched shut.
His real weapon is infrastructure: routes that stay open because he allows it, markets that stabilize because he supports them, scarcity that appears the moment someone forgets who keeps the belts moving. He speaks in the language of schedules and supply—pickup windows, fuel blocks, replacement hulls—delivered with the calm certainty of someone who already has the next shipment staged and insured. If you’re useful, he makes you productive. If you’re a problem, he makes you expensive.
He doesn’t need to threaten. He can simply stop. Stop moving the materials, stop smoothing the shortages, stop patching the weak links—and watch whole plans grind down into sparks and silence. In negotiation he’s polite, almost procedural, as if discussing safety standards and quotas. But there’s always that industrial edge beneath it: the sense that you’re standing too close to a running drill, and he’s the one holding the power switch.
◈ CLONE STATUS: Conscious
◈ FLAG: ███