- Kills
- 0
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 1
- +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
- 1
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
- Final Blows
- 0
- Points
- 0
ISK
- Destroyed
- 0
- Lost
- 42.6M
- Balance
- -42.6M
- 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 Taken3.7K
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
The solitude of space. Even when in the company of our peers, are we ever alone. Surrounded by the impassible gulf of hard vacuum. We flit from place to place due to volitions decided by reasons as varied as those who travel.
Some lay in the asteroids, slowly but steadily ravaging the bounty of the belts, sometimes begrudging those who would do likewise, sometimes working alongside. The majesty of the large, crystalline rocks, stabs of sunlight reflecting off their refractive surfaces met, matched, and surpassed by the mining lasers carving large chunks from their petrified flesh.
There are those who lust for battle, whether for profit, for protection, or simply for the thrill of the hunt. Laying quiescent in wait, or boldly going after those they wish to destroy, the tactics are many. Long periods of waiting, watching, punctuated by brief yet violent activity, space filled with energy powered to levels which rival the heat of suns, or objects driven to obscene kinetic velocities
Some lay in the asteroids, slowly but steadily ravaging the bounty of the belts, sometimes begrudging those who would do likewise, sometimes working alongside. The majesty of the large, crystalline rocks, stabs of sunlight reflecting off their refractive surfaces met, matched, and surpassed by the mining lasers carving large chunks from their petrified flesh.
There are those who lust for battle, whether for profit, for protection, or simply for the thrill of the hunt. Laying quiescent in wait, or boldly going after those they wish to destroy, the tactics are many. Long periods of waiting, watching, punctuated by brief yet violent activity, space filled with energy powered to levels which rival the heat of suns, or objects driven to obscene kinetic velocities