-0.40
- Kills
- 163
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 128
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 39%
- ISK destroyed
- 29.84B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 163
- Losses
- 128
- Danger Ratio
- 94%
- Final Blows
- 49
- Points
- 163
ISK
- Destroyed
- 29.84B
- Lost
- 47.20B
- Balance
- -17.36B
- ISK Efficiency
- 39%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 15
- Solo Ratio
- 9%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 8
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 6%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt18.4M
Damage Ratio · 67%
Damage Taken8.9M
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
Pilot Dossier: Cross Kaundur
Security Status: █████
Corporation: █████
Bloodline: Sebiestor
Ancestry: Religious Rebels
Gender: M (Note: Subject's presentation frequently confounds automated profiling systems. Consider this a tactical asset.)
Official Biographical Abstract:
A phantom from the Horkkisen asteroid belts, Cross Kaundur’s first act of rebellion was his own existence. Forged in the hyper-masculine, brutal scraplands of the Minmatar underclass, his identity—a gay femboy of sharp, dark aesthetics—was a dangerous liability turned into his ultimate weapon.
His survival hinged on weaponizing the contempt and predatory interest of others. He learned to dress their prejudice as a trap, using his delicate, androgynous presentation as flawless camouflage. In pirate dens and Amarrian galas, he is dismissed as prey, a plaything, a harmless doll. This perception is the keystone of every clandestine op.
Cross specializes in infiltration and psychological warfare, piloting swift, brutal Minmatar frigates. His method is a deadly performance: infiltrating as a courtesan or companion to exploit the arrogance of targets, extracting secrets or planting sabotage with a soft touch, then vanishing before the detonation. He holds a particular, cold fury for slavers and bullies, turning their own lust and scorn into the instrument of their ruin.
More than a survivor, Cross is an avenging specter. His entire persona is a refined engine of payback, a living rebuttal to every power structure that thought it could define or consume him. He is the smile that hides the scalpel, proving that in the dark, the most delicate edge cuts the deepest.
Security Status: █████
Corporation: █████
Bloodline: Sebiestor
Ancestry: Religious Rebels
Gender: M (Note: Subject's presentation frequently confounds automated profiling systems. Consider this a tactical asset.)
Official Biographical Abstract:
A phantom from the Horkkisen asteroid belts, Cross Kaundur’s first act of rebellion was his own existence. Forged in the hyper-masculine, brutal scraplands of the Minmatar underclass, his identity—a gay femboy of sharp, dark aesthetics—was a dangerous liability turned into his ultimate weapon.
His survival hinged on weaponizing the contempt and predatory interest of others. He learned to dress their prejudice as a trap, using his delicate, androgynous presentation as flawless camouflage. In pirate dens and Amarrian galas, he is dismissed as prey, a plaything, a harmless doll. This perception is the keystone of every clandestine op.
Cross specializes in infiltration and psychological warfare, piloting swift, brutal Minmatar frigates. His method is a deadly performance: infiltrating as a courtesan or companion to exploit the arrogance of targets, extracting secrets or planting sabotage with a soft touch, then vanishing before the detonation. He holds a particular, cold fury for slavers and bullies, turning their own lust and scorn into the instrument of their ruin.
More than a survivor, Cross is an avenging specter. His entire persona is a refined engine of payback, a living rebuttal to every power structure that thought it could define or consume him. He is the smile that hides the scalpel, proving that in the dark, the most delicate edge cuts the deepest.