- Kills
- 207
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 29
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 97%
- ISK destroyed
- 103.15B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 207
- Losses
- 29
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
- Final Blows
- 28
- Points
- 207
ISK
- Destroyed
- 103.15B
- Lost
- 2.68B
- Balance
- +100.47B
- ISK Efficiency
- 97%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 2
- Solo Ratio
- 1%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt12.9M
Damage Ratio · 97%
Damage Taken350.4K
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
I can feel an uneasiness settling, making its home in the center of my being.
Writhing in eagerness and uneven desire, counterbalanced by potential rejection for this feeling I’m riddled with. Where is the good in all this?
Is this what living is? Swallowing remembrance? Turning a new leaf?
Among other euphemisms, for being stupid enough to forget.
Something that’s ridiculously easy to do.
A split mind, too blind to know what the other is doing. Nothing is accomplished in confusion.
One kills while the other cries.
Despair and hope side by side, waiting for one to rise and the other to fail.
Positivity is elastic, it can be stretched to fit over what you deem right.
It can be mistaken for a rush of energy, a thirst for life, a sense of achievement, an inebriated right.
All the while festering, brooding and decaying inside.
Writhing in eagerness and uneven desire, counterbalanced by potential rejection for this feeling I’m riddled with. Where is the good in all this?
Is this what living is? Swallowing remembrance? Turning a new leaf?
Among other euphemisms, for being stupid enough to forget.
Something that’s ridiculously easy to do.
A split mind, too blind to know what the other is doing. Nothing is accomplished in confusion.
One kills while the other cries.
Despair and hope side by side, waiting for one to rise and the other to fail.
Positivity is elastic, it can be stretched to fit over what you deem right.
It can be mistaken for a rush of energy, a thirst for life, a sense of achievement, an inebriated right.
All the while festering, brooding and decaying inside.