2.40Pilot
Sindrina
MinmatarSebiestor
- Kills
- 16
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 58
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 14%
- ISK destroyed
- 1.52B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 16
- Losses
- 58
- Danger Ratio
- 91%
- Final Blows
- 11
- Points
- 16
ISK
- Destroyed
- 1.52B
- Lost
- 9.46B
- Balance
- -7.94B
- ISK Efficiency
- 14%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 8
- Solo Ratio
- 50%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 5
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 9%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt62.7K
Damage Ratio · 13%
Damage Taken406.3K
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
Sigil of The Echoing Groan:
Awarded to pilots who make especially terrible puns.
Especially bread puns.
I want to be an Asset, and a Threat.
flying and dying. yeehaw
Nomad Space Pixie Forever <3
steely, yet reserved
don't neut me bro
-----------------------------
former loneliest capsuleer in New Eden. now happily surrounded by Warm, Freshly Baked BreadFriends
-----------------------------
melancholia puritanica
why won't the bees
swirl round me
drape themselves
from
the mossy mattes
of my hair
oh to metamorphise
on a whim
to be so free
to cry cry
cry a sea
of every
last dreamy
drop
these eyes could
ever bleed
build a boat
from all my fears
sail away my endless
days
alone
always and for
ever alone
but these
thoughts
won't leave
me
alone
this message brought to you by
the Society for the Exaltation of Existential Dread
and Sourdough Bread
and Three Baby Back Blows to the Head
Awarded to pilots who make especially terrible puns.
Especially bread puns.
I want to be an Asset, and a Threat.
flying and dying. yeehaw
Nomad Space Pixie Forever <3
steely, yet reserved
don't neut me bro
-----------------------------
former loneliest capsuleer in New Eden. now happily surrounded by Warm, Freshly Baked BreadFriends
-----------------------------
melancholia puritanica
why won't the bees
swirl round me
drape themselves
from
the mossy mattes
of my hair
oh to metamorphise
on a whim
to be so free
to cry cry
cry a sea
of every
last dreamy
drop
these eyes could
ever bleed
build a boat
from all my fears
sail away my endless
days
alone
always and for
ever alone
but these
thoughts
won't leave
me
alone
this message brought to you by
the Society for the Exaltation of Existential Dread
and Sourdough Bread
and Three Baby Back Blows to the Head