- Kills
- 0
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 5
- +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
- 5
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
- Final Blows
- 0
- Points
- 0
ISK
- Destroyed
- 0
- Lost
- 2.05B
- Balance
- -2.05B
- ISK Efficiency
- 0%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 0
- Solo Ratio
- 0%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt0
Damage Ratio · 0%
Damage Taken55.1K
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
I opened my eye's and looked around. I was in a medical facility and the staff were looking worried.
"Sir, are you alright?" asked the lab assistant
"Where am I?" I asked. My mouth and throat were dry and sore.
"The Republic Fleet Logistics Support station cloning facilities at Lustrevik VII, Moon 7. Do you feel okay?" he asked.
His worried face was starting to get to me. "Could I have a drink please?" I croaked, "And why do you look so worried?"
Handing me a drink he said "Well, we had an accident when you were cloned, and it was touch and go if you would survive. Do you remember your name sir?"
"Of course I do you idiot, I'm...." Yet I struggled to remember my own name. "What have you done to me?" I screamed at him.
During rehabilitation, I learnt my name, but that was all they had on file. My history, my past, my family (if I had any) were all lost.
"Sir, are you alright?" asked the lab assistant
"Where am I?" I asked. My mouth and throat were dry and sore.
"The Republic Fleet Logistics Support station cloning facilities at Lustrevik VII, Moon 7. Do you feel okay?" he asked.
His worried face was starting to get to me. "Could I have a drink please?" I croaked, "And why do you look so worried?"
Handing me a drink he said "Well, we had an accident when you were cloned, and it was touch and go if you would survive. Do you remember your name sir?"
"Of course I do you idiot, I'm...." Yet I struggled to remember my own name. "What have you done to me?" I screamed at him.
During rehabilitation, I learnt my name, but that was all they had on file. My history, my past, my family (if I had any) were all lost.