- Kills
- 3,741
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 150
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 99%
- ISK destroyed
- 1.41T
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 3,741
- Losses
- 150
- Danger Ratio
- 99%
- Final Blows
- 363
- Points
- 3,741
ISK
- Destroyed
- 1.41T
- Lost
- 14.39B
- Balance
- +1.40T
- ISK Efficiency
- 99%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 69
- Solo Ratio
- 2%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 2
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 1%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt26.0M
Damage Ratio · 94%
Damage Taken1.6M
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
Between the damned,
the pissed and the outright insane
Grand architects of failure,
sculptors of loss
No golden thrones to follow
No shrines of solace to seek
I shall erect myself over transience
I shall ascend over flesh
Steadfastly tearing through aether
I shall rise to the beyond
I shall reveal heights
not yet imagined
I shall rewrite Summa de homine
I shall speak with tongues of angels
And I shall burn with pure light
I will burn allright
On to rupture; bonds rearranged
Scorch the archaic remnants
and rip through primordial thoughts
On to diremption: self / kin
All glory and strenght of culture
now null and void
No golden thrones to follow
No shrines of solace to be found
And only the locusts shall sing
at the end of the day...
the pissed and the outright insane
Grand architects of failure,
sculptors of loss
No golden thrones to follow
No shrines of solace to seek
I shall erect myself over transience
I shall ascend over flesh
Steadfastly tearing through aether
I shall rise to the beyond
I shall reveal heights
not yet imagined
I shall rewrite Summa de homine
I shall speak with tongues of angels
And I shall burn with pure light
I will burn allright
On to rupture; bonds rearranged
Scorch the archaic remnants
and rip through primordial thoughts
On to diremption: self / kin
All glory and strenght of culture
now null and void
No golden thrones to follow
No shrines of solace to be found
And only the locusts shall sing
at the end of the day...