- Kills
- 5
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 11
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 5%
- ISK destroyed
- 24.6M
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 5
- Losses
- 11
- Danger Ratio
- 36%
- Final Blows
- 1
- Points
- 5
ISK
- Destroyed
- 24.6M
- Lost
- 493.5M
- Balance
- -468.9M
- ISK Efficiency
- 5%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 1
- Solo Ratio
- 20%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 7
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 64%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt3.9K
Damage Ratio · 1%
Damage Taken436.0K
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
Well I see that gallows altar, that circle 'round the Sun.
They're gonna hang me if I stay here, and shoot me if I run.
That jailer better watch his pride
or off my wrists these shackles slide.
Hear my restless fourty-five.
Sun, don't you rise no more.
Goodnight my Anda-Lucia.
Don't buy all the lies that they feed ya.
And though you're heading slowly to some place I can't respect,
I'll keep you in my collection of regrets.
And down the highway, down the road, to infamy I'll ride.
I'll take my pardon on the run,
with a trail of death behind me and Deluvina at my side,
two silhouettes against the Sun.
Well I spent last night in Las Cruces Jail.
Raining hail, born to Fail.
Nobody come for to go my bail.
Sun, don't you rise no more.
They're gonna hang me if I stay here, and shoot me if I run.
That jailer better watch his pride
or off my wrists these shackles slide.
Hear my restless fourty-five.
Sun, don't you rise no more.
Goodnight my Anda-Lucia.
Don't buy all the lies that they feed ya.
And though you're heading slowly to some place I can't respect,
I'll keep you in my collection of regrets.
And down the highway, down the road, to infamy I'll ride.
I'll take my pardon on the run,
with a trail of death behind me and Deluvina at my side,
two silhouettes against the Sun.
Well I spent last night in Las Cruces Jail.
Raining hail, born to Fail.
Nobody come for to go my bail.
Sun, don't you rise no more.