3.00
- Kills
- 0
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 8
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 0%
- ISK destroyed
- 0
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 0
- Losses
- 8
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
- Final Blows
- 0
- Points
- 0
ISK
- Destroyed
- 0
- Lost
- 17.4M
- Balance
- -17.4M
- ISK Efficiency
- 0%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 0
- Solo Ratio
- 0%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt0
Damage Ratio · 0%
Damage Taken3.5K
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
When they were all done, and Tupariove had started putting away his tools - not cleaning them, just putting them away, and the syringes and hypodermic needles went into the same box they came out of - what was left of Sebastian raised his head for the last time. His one good eye was having trouble focusing again, everything fading in and out of his vision. He'd see Tupariove clearly, then just as a big pink blur, then clearly again.
"Why?" he said.
"What's that?" said Tupariove, not looking, just putting away things.
It took Sebastian a full minute to form the words. "Why? What did you want?" he said at last. There were no tears, there was no grief. Nothing was left. "What did you want?"
Tupariove put away the remains of his items in silence. Then he walked over to Sebastian and crouched in front of him. "You really don't know?" he said.
"No."
Adapted from Abraxas "Methods of Torture"
"Why?" he said.
"What's that?" said Tupariove, not looking, just putting away things.
It took Sebastian a full minute to form the words. "Why? What did you want?" he said at last. There were no tears, there was no grief. Nothing was left. "What did you want?"
Tupariove put away the remains of his items in silence. Then he walked over to Sebastian and crouched in front of him. "You really don't know?" he said.
"No."
Adapted from Abraxas "Methods of Torture"