5.00
- Kills
- 45
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 24
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 52%
- ISK destroyed
- 13.69B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 45
- Losses
- 24
- Danger Ratio
- 71%
- Final Blows
- 1
- Points
- 45
ISK
- Destroyed
- 13.69B
- Lost
- 12.77B
- Balance
- +921.9M
- ISK Efficiency
- 52%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 0
- Solo Ratio
- 0%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 7
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 29%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt63.7K
Damage Ratio · 6%
Damage Taken974.1K
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
Title: The Breath of Freedom
In the shadowy corridors of a Minmatar space station, Dendrobates, stood with the weight of history heavy on his shoulders. Born to a lineage of warriors, he was a guardian of freedom, forever haunted by the scars of oppression. His grandmother’s voice echoed in his mind: “Slaves cannot breathe in Minmatar; if their lungs receive our air, that moment they are free.”
Now, gazing into the vastness of space, he felt the urgency of his mission. The Minmatar had fought fiercely for their liberation, but many still languished in chains under the Amarr Empire. This was not just a fight for his people, but for every soul yearning for freedom.
Dendrobates donned his armor, a symbol of his commitment. His ship, the "Rebel's Whisper", awaited him, sleek and ready for stealth. He had received intel about a slave transport on the fringes of Minmatar space. Each life he saved would be a testament to their resilience.
As he piloted through the darkness, he envisioned the moment when captives would taste the air of freedom. The transport loomed ahead, a hulking mass against the starlit backdrop. With practiced ease, he engaged his stealth systems, slipping past the guards.
Inside, the air was thick with despair.Dendrobates' heart raced as he approached the hold, where weary souls awaited their fate. “Breathe,” he urged, his voice steady. “You are safe now.”
As they inhaled the air of Minmatar, a collective gasp filled the space. In that moment, their chains shattered, and hope ignited in their eyes. He watched as fear transformed into courage.
Together, they fled the transport, Dendrobates leading the way back to the Whisper. As they ascended into the stars, laughter mingled with tears of joy. They were free, and he had played a part in their liberation.
In the depths of space, he knew the fight for freedom was far from over. But as he looked at the faces of those he had saved, he felt a renewed purpose. They would breathe the air of Minmatar, and together, they would forge a future where no one would ever be shackled again.
In the shadowy corridors of a Minmatar space station, Dendrobates, stood with the weight of history heavy on his shoulders. Born to a lineage of warriors, he was a guardian of freedom, forever haunted by the scars of oppression. His grandmother’s voice echoed in his mind: “Slaves cannot breathe in Minmatar; if their lungs receive our air, that moment they are free.”
Now, gazing into the vastness of space, he felt the urgency of his mission. The Minmatar had fought fiercely for their liberation, but many still languished in chains under the Amarr Empire. This was not just a fight for his people, but for every soul yearning for freedom.
Dendrobates donned his armor, a symbol of his commitment. His ship, the "Rebel's Whisper", awaited him, sleek and ready for stealth. He had received intel about a slave transport on the fringes of Minmatar space. Each life he saved would be a testament to their resilience.
As he piloted through the darkness, he envisioned the moment when captives would taste the air of freedom. The transport loomed ahead, a hulking mass against the starlit backdrop. With practiced ease, he engaged his stealth systems, slipping past the guards.
Inside, the air was thick with despair.Dendrobates' heart raced as he approached the hold, where weary souls awaited their fate. “Breathe,” he urged, his voice steady. “You are safe now.”
As they inhaled the air of Minmatar, a collective gasp filled the space. In that moment, their chains shattered, and hope ignited in their eyes. He watched as fear transformed into courage.
Together, they fled the transport, Dendrobates leading the way back to the Whisper. As they ascended into the stars, laughter mingled with tears of joy. They were free, and he had played a part in their liberation.
In the depths of space, he knew the fight for freedom was far from over. But as he looked at the faces of those he had saved, he felt a renewed purpose. They would breathe the air of Minmatar, and together, they would forge a future where no one would ever be shackled again.