- Kills
- 371
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 84
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 75%
- ISK destroyed
- 59.60B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 371
- Losses
- 84
- Danger Ratio
- 96%
- Final Blows
- 218
- Points
- 371
ISK
- Destroyed
- 59.60B
- Lost
- 20.01B
- Balance
- +39.59B
- ISK Efficiency
- 75%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 50
- Solo Ratio
- 13%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 3
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 4%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt3.5M
Damage Ratio · 63%
Damage Taken2.1M
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
Caldari Independent Navy Reserve
Name: Abel <surname classified>
Age: 51
Race: Caldari
Bloodline: Civire
Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Compared to the countless others that took to the stars, Abel carried with him remarkably unremarkable baggage. His family was not butchered by some petty pirate raid. He was not traded on the slave market or orphaned by great calamity. No. There was nothing cruel or unusual about his life, though normality itself can be dull to the point of cruelty.
He left the mudball of his birth behind for no more reason than to find a way to fill his stomach. For a man with little ability and even less ambition, gambling his life on so dangerous a vocation as the one he now finds himself seemed only natural. He was expendable after all. And if he should perish in the process, it would only relieve him of the mundane worries of living.
Name: Abel <surname classified>
Age: 51
Race: Caldari
Bloodline: Civire
Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Compared to the countless others that took to the stars, Abel carried with him remarkably unremarkable baggage. His family was not butchered by some petty pirate raid. He was not traded on the slave market or orphaned by great calamity. No. There was nothing cruel or unusual about his life, though normality itself can be dull to the point of cruelty.
He left the mudball of his birth behind for no more reason than to find a way to fill his stomach. For a man with little ability and even less ambition, gambling his life on so dangerous a vocation as the one he now finds himself seemed only natural. He was expendable after all. And if he should perish in the process, it would only relieve him of the mundane worries of living.