- Kills
- 1,584
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 121
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 98%
- ISK destroyed
- 645.06B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 1,584
- Losses
- 121
- Danger Ratio
- 90%
- Final Blows
- 162
- Points
- 1,584
ISK
- Destroyed
- 645.06B
- Lost
- 10.94B
- Balance
- +634.12B
- ISK Efficiency
- 98%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 50
- Solo Ratio
- 3%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 12
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 10%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt10.4M
Damage Ratio · 90%
Damage Taken1.2M
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
"'What of your own gods? I have never heard you call on them.'
'Their chief is Crom. He dwells on a great mountain. What use to call on him? Little he cares if men live or die. Better to be silent than to call his attention to you; he will send you dooms not fortune! He is grim and loveless, but at birth he breathes power to strive and slay into a man's soul. What else shall men ask of the gods?'
'But what of the worlds beyond the river of death?' she persisted.
'There is no hope here or hereafter in the cult of my people,' answered Conan. 'In this world men struggle and suffer vainly, finding pleasure only in the bright madness of battle; dying, their souls enter a gray misty realm of clouds and icy winds, to wander cheerlessly throughout eternity.'"
-Robert E Howard
'Their chief is Crom. He dwells on a great mountain. What use to call on him? Little he cares if men live or die. Better to be silent than to call his attention to you; he will send you dooms not fortune! He is grim and loveless, but at birth he breathes power to strive and slay into a man's soul. What else shall men ask of the gods?'
'But what of the worlds beyond the river of death?' she persisted.
'There is no hope here or hereafter in the cult of my people,' answered Conan. 'In this world men struggle and suffer vainly, finding pleasure only in the bright madness of battle; dying, their souls enter a gray misty realm of clouds and icy winds, to wander cheerlessly throughout eternity.'"
-Robert E Howard