0.00
- Kills
- 0
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 2
- +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
- 2
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
- Final Blows
- 0
- Points
- 0
ISK
- Destroyed
- 0
- Lost
- 339.3M
- Balance
- -339.3M
- 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 Taken2.8K
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
O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
That ever lived in the tide of times.
Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
Over thy wounds now do I prophesy, --
Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips,
To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue --
A curse shall light upon the limbs of men;
Domestic fury and fierce civil strife
Shall cumber all the parts of EVE;
Blood and destruction shall be so in use
And dreadful objects so familiar
That mothers shall but smile when they behold
Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war;
All pity choked with custom of fell deeds:
And Friedrich's spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Antigone by his side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the parrots of war;
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.
- Adapted from Julius Caesar, Act III Scene I
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
That ever lived in the tide of times.
Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
Over thy wounds now do I prophesy, --
Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips,
To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue --
A curse shall light upon the limbs of men;
Domestic fury and fierce civil strife
Shall cumber all the parts of EVE;
Blood and destruction shall be so in use
And dreadful objects so familiar
That mothers shall but smile when they behold
Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war;
All pity choked with custom of fell deeds:
And Friedrich's spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Antigone by his side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the parrots of war;
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.
- Adapted from Julius Caesar, Act III Scene I