- Kills
- 270
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 69
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 94%
- ISK destroyed
- 100.68B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 270
- Losses
- 69
- Danger Ratio
- 99%
- Final Blows
- 23
- Points
- 270
ISK
- Destroyed
- 100.68B
- Lost
- 6.79B
- Balance
- +93.89B
- ISK Efficiency
- 94%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 2
- Solo Ratio
- 1%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 1
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 1%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt292.8K
Damage Ratio · 33%
Damage Taken590.7K
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
Nothing is ever done in this world until men are willing to kill one another if it is not done.
--Shaw
Life is simply one continuous watch aggainst the menace of death.
--Remarque
Life is what's happening while you're busy making other plans.
--Lenon
Death sits on every fence, stands behind every tree. Building walls and dormitories and chapels and churches won't keep death out; death looks in through the window, laughing, knowing every one of you. In the middle of the night you hear laughter under your window and someone calls your name. Go ahead, sing your psalms, burn pretty candles at the alter, say your evening prayers and your morning prayers, gather medicines in your cabinets, collect books in your libraries. Are you fasting, dear friend? Are you depriving yourself of sleep? He'll lend you a hand, our old friend the reaper, he'll strip you to the bones. Run, dear friend, run as fast as you can, death is giving a party in the fields.
--Hesse
--Shaw
Life is simply one continuous watch aggainst the menace of death.
--Remarque
Life is what's happening while you're busy making other plans.
--Lenon
Death sits on every fence, stands behind every tree. Building walls and dormitories and chapels and churches won't keep death out; death looks in through the window, laughing, knowing every one of you. In the middle of the night you hear laughter under your window and someone calls your name. Go ahead, sing your psalms, burn pretty candles at the alter, say your evening prayers and your morning prayers, gather medicines in your cabinets, collect books in your libraries. Are you fasting, dear friend? Are you depriving yourself of sleep? He'll lend you a hand, our old friend the reaper, he'll strip you to the bones. Run, dear friend, run as fast as you can, death is giving a party in the fields.
--Hesse