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Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 0
- Losses
- 0
- Efficiency
- 0%
- Danger Ratio
- 0%
ISK
- Destroyed
- 0
- Lost
- 0
- ISK Efficiency
- 0%
- Balance
- +0
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 0
- Solo Ratio
- 0%
- Final Blows
- 0
- Points
- 0
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Avg Kills/Day
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- Activity
- Inactive
Combat profile
How they fight, with whom and against whom — last 90 days
Most Valuable
Matchups
Who they kill, who kills them, what they lose
Top ListsLast 90 days
Hulls Lost
Losses broken down by hull class.
Career
Corporations flown for, most recent first
34TH Warhawk Armored DivisionSince Thursday, 5 July 20120 Kills0 Losses
Caldari ProvisionsSince Wednesday, 11 January 20120 Kills0 Losses
Revenge Served ColdSince Saturday, 27 August 20110 Kills0 Losses
Intersteller Strategic ArmSince Sunday, 13 March 20110 Kills0 Losses
Concorded SaintsSince Sunday, 30 January 20110 Kills0 Losses
Science and Trade InstituteSince Thursday, 27 January 20110 Kills0 Losses
In-game bio
* First Light *
Long forgotten tales ancient old, speaks of a place from a different time,
Some say this was the promised land others the origin of man,
Only God knows the color of her sand.
Driven away from her into the darkness,
Reborn from bit and byte, freed from the Reapers scythe,
Only to realize that pain is knowledge and all knowledge pain.
For it’s all just a waiting game.
The terror here that bleeds us white
For it begins when you will,
But they do not end when you please.
Come the four corners of “Dark Amarr” in arms, and we shall shock them
Guns thunder …limbs and metal fuse then explode in all directions …
A symphony of a dark souls delight
All while we wait for that first light ...
Strike up the drum and march courageously.
Long forgotten tales ancient old, speaks of a place from a different time,
Some say this was the promised land others the origin of man,
Only God knows the color of her sand.
Driven away from her into the darkness,
Reborn from bit and byte, freed from the Reapers scythe,
Only to realize that pain is knowledge and all knowledge pain.
For it’s all just a waiting game.
The terror here that bleeds us white
For it begins when you will,
But they do not end when you please.
Come the four corners of “Dark Amarr” in arms, and we shall shock them
Guns thunder …limbs and metal fuse then explode in all directions …
A symphony of a dark souls delight
All while we wait for that first light ...
Strike up the drum and march courageously.