- Kills
- 12
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 17
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 11%
- ISK destroyed
- 621.9M
- +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
- 17
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
- Final Blows
- 2
- Points
- 12
ISK
- Destroyed
- 621.9M
- Lost
- 4.89B
- Balance
- -4.27B
- ISK Efficiency
- 11%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 1
- Solo Ratio
- 8%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt6.5K
Damage Ratio · 2%
Damage Taken311.0K
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
In an age long forgotten, a battle weary Knight was travelling homeward.
The season was Winter, and a harsher winter had not been seen for a hundred years, the ice was so thick it could not be penetrated by sword nor axe. The Knight had survived numerous battles and conflicts allways able to survive hordes of men and beasts in tact, yet this season was different.. The hordes had a limit to the torment they could inflict, yet theWinter seemed to have no limit to it's harshness. Livestock and Men alike Perished by the thousands in it's fierecness. The Knight was allmost to his end... frostbitten hands barely able to carry his meagrer possesions, feet torn, blistered and bloody. He was convinced he would meet his maker in the afterlife, when ahead in the distance he saw a soft glowing light. The light of a single Winter's Rose, defying nature at it's worst, It's radiance shining, It gave him hope, courage and the will to live on. His ancestors follow in the light of the Winter's Rose.
The season was Winter, and a harsher winter had not been seen for a hundred years, the ice was so thick it could not be penetrated by sword nor axe. The Knight had survived numerous battles and conflicts allways able to survive hordes of men and beasts in tact, yet this season was different.. The hordes had a limit to the torment they could inflict, yet theWinter seemed to have no limit to it's harshness. Livestock and Men alike Perished by the thousands in it's fierecness. The Knight was allmost to his end... frostbitten hands barely able to carry his meagrer possesions, feet torn, blistered and bloody. He was convinced he would meet his maker in the afterlife, when ahead in the distance he saw a soft glowing light. The light of a single Winter's Rose, defying nature at it's worst, It's radiance shining, It gave him hope, courage and the will to live on. His ancestors follow in the light of the Winter's Rose.