- Kills
- 550
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 43
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 100%
- ISK destroyed
- 993.64B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 550
- Losses
- 43
- Danger Ratio
- 95%
- Final Blows
- 48
- Points
- 550
ISK
- Destroyed
- 993.64B
- Lost
- 2.43B
- Balance
- +991.21B
- ISK Efficiency
- 100%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 4
- Solo Ratio
- 1%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 2
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 5%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt729.1K
Damage Ratio · 79%
Damage Taken193.0K
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 never thought I would end up here. I never imagined I would be in this situation, not in a million years.
One moment I was a famous journalist, Ligmar Balz, on the brink of solving the mystery of Jeffrey Epstein’s murder, and the next I was thrown into a van with a sack on my head. As I later found out, someone wanted to stop my investigation and had put a price on my head.
The hitmen were lizard people from the planet Nibiru, and fortunately for me, they were enterprising folk. Instead of throwing me out into deep space as their contract required, they took me to Nibiru and sold me to Gachimuchi Arena. I became a slave gladiator.
I was terrified of the fate that awaited me in the arena, but I was determined to survive no matter what. There’s only one way to earn freedom for a Gachi gladiator slave - to become a champion. Fortunately I was a natural in the arena. As I started to become more famous in Nibirian society, I earned the nickname "Feolith-th-th", which means "weapon of ass destruction" in their language.
One final victory separated me from my freedom. And that’s when my captors made their move. They couldn’t just kill me now, as that would cause enormous financial losses due to the cancellation of the Gachi Super Bowl. These m*****f****ers forged a sex change application form in my name.
Just like that, I went to the doctors office thinking it was going to be just a check up before the battle, and woke up the next morning without my weapon. I recalled my first days in the arena, how I made myself a promise to fight until the end, no matter the circumstances. And I persevered. And I remained Feolith, but with emphasis on “th” instead of “Fe” now. I got my final victory, and I earned my freedom.
With my victory prize money, I went to the nearest used spaceship dealer and bought a shuttle. I entered Sol as my final destination into the navigation computer, jumped through the first wormhole en route… and this is how I ended up in New Eden. Damn lizard people!
I am Feolith. I will persevere. This is my story.
One moment I was a famous journalist, Ligmar Balz, on the brink of solving the mystery of Jeffrey Epstein’s murder, and the next I was thrown into a van with a sack on my head. As I later found out, someone wanted to stop my investigation and had put a price on my head.
The hitmen were lizard people from the planet Nibiru, and fortunately for me, they were enterprising folk. Instead of throwing me out into deep space as their contract required, they took me to Nibiru and sold me to Gachimuchi Arena. I became a slave gladiator.
I was terrified of the fate that awaited me in the arena, but I was determined to survive no matter what. There’s only one way to earn freedom for a Gachi gladiator slave - to become a champion. Fortunately I was a natural in the arena. As I started to become more famous in Nibirian society, I earned the nickname "Feolith-th-th", which means "weapon of ass destruction" in their language.
One final victory separated me from my freedom. And that’s when my captors made their move. They couldn’t just kill me now, as that would cause enormous financial losses due to the cancellation of the Gachi Super Bowl. These m*****f****ers forged a sex change application form in my name.
Just like that, I went to the doctors office thinking it was going to be just a check up before the battle, and woke up the next morning without my weapon. I recalled my first days in the arena, how I made myself a promise to fight until the end, no matter the circumstances. And I persevered. And I remained Feolith, but with emphasis on “th” instead of “Fe” now. I got my final victory, and I earned my freedom.
With my victory prize money, I went to the nearest used spaceship dealer and bought a shuttle. I entered Sol as my final destination into the navigation computer, jumped through the first wormhole en route… and this is how I ended up in New Eden. Damn lizard people!
I am Feolith. I will persevere. This is my story.