1.50
- Kills
- 0
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 15
- +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
- 15
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
- Final Blows
- 0
- Points
- 0
ISK
- Destroyed
- 0
- Lost
- 92.0M
- Balance
- -92.0M
- ISK Efficiency
- 0%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 0
- Solo Ratio
- 0%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt0
Damage Ratio · 0%
Damage Taken67.7K
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
The Light barely got through the field of alloys, plates, and the other stuff floating around in front of his eyes. Like strange music would play to the collissions of the parts, they dance around him and make him become a part of all this beautiful, if scary, example of destruction.
A shadow strives his face and takes his attention. Only a few meters away a really big part of something that used to be a hull just minutes ago crossed the course of his capsule. As fast as he can he gets his attention from the image of the view back to the image of the situation. Everywhere are big shipparts surounding him which could crush his capsule into pieces. And they seem to have only one target, to hugh each other until someone looses a corner. He needs to get out here immediately. He turns on the manual controls and flies his way through the mess.
While he passes one wreck after another, and tries to avoid any contact with this wreckyard, he
A shadow strives his face and takes his attention. Only a few meters away a really big part of something that used to be a hull just minutes ago crossed the course of his capsule. As fast as he can he gets his attention from the image of the view back to the image of the situation. Everywhere are big shipparts surounding him which could crush his capsule into pieces. And they seem to have only one target, to hugh each other until someone looses a corner. He needs to get out here immediately. He turns on the manual controls and flies his way through the mess.
While he passes one wreck after another, and tries to avoid any contact with this wreckyard, he