0.70
- Kills
- 158
- +158 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 63
- +52 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 96%
- ISK destroyed
- 30.69B
- +30.69B in the last 90 days
- Activity
- High
- 1.8 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 158
- Losses
- 63
- Danger Ratio
- 94%
- Final Blows
- 9
- Points
- 33
ISK
- Destroyed
- 30.69B
- Lost
- 1.42B
- Balance
- +29.26B
- ISK Efficiency
- 96%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 9
- Solo Ratio
- 6%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 4
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 6%
- Activity
- High
Damage Dealt22.9K
Damage Ratio · 8%
Damage Taken277.8K
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
Damien has recently visited the system of Amamake and
improvised music to lament the loss that war
brings, broadcasted via FTL antennae at entangled fiber:
www.twitch.tv/damienthebard
Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck,
And yet methinks I have astronomy—
But not to tell of good or evil luck,
Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons’ quality;
Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell,
Pointing to each his thunder, rain, and wind,
Or say with princes if it shall go well
By oft predict that I in heaven find.
But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,
And, constant stars, in them I read such art
As truth and beauty shall together thrive
If from thyself to store thou wouldst convert;
Or else of thee this I prognosticate:
Thy end is truth’s and beauty’s doom and date.
improvised music to lament the loss that war
brings, broadcasted via FTL antennae at entangled fiber:
www.twitch.tv/damienthebard
Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck,
And yet methinks I have astronomy—
But not to tell of good or evil luck,
Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons’ quality;
Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell,
Pointing to each his thunder, rain, and wind,
Or say with princes if it shall go well
By oft predict that I in heaven find.
But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,
And, constant stars, in them I read such art
As truth and beauty shall together thrive
If from thyself to store thou wouldst convert;
Or else of thee this I prognosticate:
Thy end is truth’s and beauty’s doom and date.