- Kills
- 104
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 18
- +1 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 86%
- ISK destroyed
- 21.65B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 104
- Losses
- 18
- Danger Ratio
- 94%
- Final Blows
- 38
- Points
- 104
ISK
- Destroyed
- 21.65B
- Lost
- 3.55B
- Balance
- +18.11B
- ISK Efficiency
- 86%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 17
- Solo Ratio
- 16%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 1
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 6%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt174.8K
Damage Ratio · 59%
Damage Taken122.5K
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
[ENCRYPTED DATA STREAM // ORIGIN: THAYLON SEN]
[SUBJECT: DOCTRINE // THE THREE CONSTANTS]
[ARCHIVE: PERSONAL DOCTRINE // YC105-YC128 // STATUS: ACTIVE]
I remember when YC105 was not an archive date.
The stars looked much the same then. They will look much the same when every alliance I have known is dust. Empires rise, borders move, doctrines become scripture and then debris. The stars do not care.
After more than two decades in New Eden, I have learned that survival is not courage. Courage is often just the name given to the impulse that killed you. Survival is discipline.
I. TRUST THE FEAR.
Fear is older than reason, and faster. It is the pressure behind the eyes when local changes by one. The gate that looks empty and feels occupied. The silence that has weight.
Most pilots wait for proof. Proof usually arrives as a lock warning.
I learned long ago to listen before I understand. The dead can explain themselves forever. The living only had to be right once.
II. STAY AT RANGE.
Every fight is decided in space before it is decided in fire. There is a range where your ship is a weapon and another where it is a coffin.
I choose which one we fight in. I set the approach. I dictate the transversal. I make the other pilot solve the geometry while the geometry is killing him. If I cannot control the distance, I leave.
III. EXPECT TO DIE.
The ship is already dead. It died when the docking clamps released. Everything after that is borrowed time.
Accept the loss early and panic has nothing left to bargain with. A hull is not a home or a memory. It is an instrument purchased for an objective and already marked expendable.
I do not stay because I fear losing it. I do not leave because I fear dying. I stay while the objective is worth the wreck.
Then I go.
I am Thaylon Sen. I have been here since the beginning. I have watched empires rise, alliances fracture and names vanish from local. I have outlived enemies I thought permanent, friends I thought immortal, and wars everyone swore would matter forever.
The stars endured all of them.
They will endure me.
If you see me on your grid, I have already calculated the distance. I have already trusted my fear. And I have already written off the cost of my ship.
Have you?
[SIGNAL TERMINATED]
[SUBJECT: DOCTRINE // THE THREE CONSTANTS]
[ARCHIVE: PERSONAL DOCTRINE // YC105-YC128 // STATUS: ACTIVE]
I remember when YC105 was not an archive date.
The stars looked much the same then. They will look much the same when every alliance I have known is dust. Empires rise, borders move, doctrines become scripture and then debris. The stars do not care.
After more than two decades in New Eden, I have learned that survival is not courage. Courage is often just the name given to the impulse that killed you. Survival is discipline.
I. TRUST THE FEAR.
Fear is older than reason, and faster. It is the pressure behind the eyes when local changes by one. The gate that looks empty and feels occupied. The silence that has weight.
Most pilots wait for proof. Proof usually arrives as a lock warning.
I learned long ago to listen before I understand. The dead can explain themselves forever. The living only had to be right once.
II. STAY AT RANGE.
Every fight is decided in space before it is decided in fire. There is a range where your ship is a weapon and another where it is a coffin.
I choose which one we fight in. I set the approach. I dictate the transversal. I make the other pilot solve the geometry while the geometry is killing him. If I cannot control the distance, I leave.
III. EXPECT TO DIE.
The ship is already dead. It died when the docking clamps released. Everything after that is borrowed time.
Accept the loss early and panic has nothing left to bargain with. A hull is not a home or a memory. It is an instrument purchased for an objective and already marked expendable.
I do not stay because I fear losing it. I do not leave because I fear dying. I stay while the objective is worth the wreck.
Then I go.
I am Thaylon Sen. I have been here since the beginning. I have watched empires rise, alliances fracture and names vanish from local. I have outlived enemies I thought permanent, friends I thought immortal, and wars everyone swore would matter forever.
The stars endured all of them.
They will endure me.
If you see me on your grid, I have already calculated the distance. I have already trusted my fear. And I have already written off the cost of my ship.
Have you?
[SIGNAL TERMINATED]