- Kills
- 303
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 27
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 97%
- ISK destroyed
- 126.28B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 303
- Losses
- 27
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
- Final Blows
- 27
- Points
- 303
ISK
- Destroyed
- 126.28B
- Lost
- 4.36B
- Balance
- +121.92B
- ISK Efficiency
- 97%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 1
- Solo Ratio
- 0%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt7.8M
Damage Ratio · 96%
Damage Taken360.3K
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
Mary looked down at her soft delicate skin, her eyes drawn to the gleaming interface sockets erupting from her puckered flesh. She rubbed her fingertips together, trying to believe that the slide of skin over skin is natural, to remember when this sensation was the limits of her reality. She glanced up, in front of her - at the very the centre of the hangar the POD, her connection and interface. Glancing around she took note of the array of diverse ships - form linked with function.
These are my limbs, she thought, battle hardened and scarred composites, not this fragile fleshy existence, not this, not this meat. Only out of the pod to be opened by the surgeon for anther implant, she twisted her neck, feeling stiffness from the swelling as the flesh healed.
Time to go, she will be glad to release the insecurity, the sense of fragility, the fear.
If we don't survive the day,
Say this at our pyre:
We died as Matari warriors,
With our faces to the fire.
Neh'Bu Kau Beh'Hude
These are my limbs, she thought, battle hardened and scarred composites, not this fragile fleshy existence, not this, not this meat. Only out of the pod to be opened by the surgeon for anther implant, she twisted her neck, feeling stiffness from the swelling as the flesh healed.
Time to go, she will be glad to release the insecurity, the sense of fragility, the fear.
If we don't survive the day,
Say this at our pyre:
We died as Matari warriors,
With our faces to the fire.
Neh'Bu Kau Beh'Hude