- 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
I was born as a slave under Amarr control. My life until recently consisted of cleaning and gardening. I had the luck of being part of a nice Amarr family that didn't treat their slaves badly.
Until *it* happened. The head of the family was disgraced during a public execution of rebellious slaves and had to commit Shathol'Syn. All of his slaves, including me, were repossessed and put on a transport to the Amarr homeworld where we would be sold again.
My future looked grim and I was worried. For the first time in my life I knew fear...
While I was overthinking my, and my fellow slaves' future, the red lights in the cargohold where we were placed started flashing. Alarm bells started ringing. according to a franctic guard, someone in an Apocalypse class battleship was attacking the convoy. Then the doors closed, our cargohold was being ejected out of the ship. A large explosion followed.
Silence..
Then our hold started to shake, we felt we were being ta
Until *it* happened. The head of the family was disgraced during a public execution of rebellious slaves and had to commit Shathol'Syn. All of his slaves, including me, were repossessed and put on a transport to the Amarr homeworld where we would be sold again.
My future looked grim and I was worried. For the first time in my life I knew fear...
While I was overthinking my, and my fellow slaves' future, the red lights in the cargohold where we were placed started flashing. Alarm bells started ringing. according to a franctic guard, someone in an Apocalypse class battleship was attacking the convoy. Then the doors closed, our cargohold was being ejected out of the ship. A large explosion followed.
Silence..
Then our hold started to shake, we felt we were being ta