- Kills
- 405
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 113
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 84%
- ISK destroyed
- 72.97B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 405
- Losses
- 113
- Danger Ratio
- 97%
- Final Blows
- 202
- Points
- 405
ISK
- Destroyed
- 72.97B
- Lost
- 13.50B
- Balance
- +59.46B
- ISK Efficiency
- 84%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 78
- Solo Ratio
- 19%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 3
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 3%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt10.2M
Damage Ratio · 90%
Damage Taken1.1M
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 am shadow ruled by light.
I must go out to the stars again, to the empty spans of the sky,
And all I ask is a sturdy ship and a star to steer her by;
And the engine's kick and the sun's song and the shields a'shaking,
And the ruby ring on the plant's face, and new dawn breaking.
I must go out to the stars again, for the call of black waters wide
is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a cold, crisp day with the gas clouds flying,
And the engine spray and the blown exhaust, and the shields a'crying.
I must go down to the stars again, to the vagrant wanderers' life,
to the gull's way and the whale's way with a ship like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And a quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long-trick's over.
I deal in little death.
I must go out to the stars again, to the empty spans of the sky,
And all I ask is a sturdy ship and a star to steer her by;
And the engine's kick and the sun's song and the shields a'shaking,
And the ruby ring on the plant's face, and new dawn breaking.
I must go out to the stars again, for the call of black waters wide
is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a cold, crisp day with the gas clouds flying,
And the engine spray and the blown exhaust, and the shields a'crying.
I must go down to the stars again, to the vagrant wanderers' life,
to the gull's way and the whale's way with a ship like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And a quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long-trick's over.
I deal in little death.