- Kills
- 12
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 7
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 38%
- ISK destroyed
- 748.2M
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 12
- Losses
- 7
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
- Final Blows
- 3
- Points
- 12
ISK
- Destroyed
- 748.2M
- Lost
- 1.24B
- Balance
- -489.5M
- ISK Efficiency
- 38%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 2
- Solo Ratio
- 17%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt37.9K
Damage Ratio · 40%
Damage Taken57.2K
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
Capusleer's Log, Supplemental:
I went to a whorehouse in Jita with Osiris Daemon. You should remember that O.D. was a tough BlitzBall back that helped the Scrappers win all those championships in the seventies. This was AFTER he caught fifteen pounds of shrapnel with his ass. Real tough sonuvabitch, O.D.
One summer the original OD-B decided to head back to Jita Central for some R-n-R, and when I caught wind of his plans, I knew I had to go along. I needed to get away; things with the first wife had gone to hell in a hand basket and I had nothing but time after blowing my knee out. I think Osiris was just looking to score one last scoop of ‘tang, and I thought I could benefit from a taste of some myself. So there we were, a couple of old warbirds taking a shortcut through the backalleys of Jita, on a special quest to quench the oldest of mankind’s thirsts.
I went to a whorehouse in Jita with Osiris Daemon. You should remember that O.D. was a tough BlitzBall back that helped the Scrappers win all those championships in the seventies. This was AFTER he caught fifteen pounds of shrapnel with his ass. Real tough sonuvabitch, O.D.
One summer the original OD-B decided to head back to Jita Central for some R-n-R, and when I caught wind of his plans, I knew I had to go along. I needed to get away; things with the first wife had gone to hell in a hand basket and I had nothing but time after blowing my knee out. I think Osiris was just looking to score one last scoop of ‘tang, and I thought I could benefit from a taste of some myself. So there we were, a couple of old warbirds taking a shortcut through the backalleys of Jita, on a special quest to quench the oldest of mankind’s thirsts.