- Kills
- 1,063
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 114
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 96%
- ISK destroyed
- 271.61B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 1,063
- Losses
- 114
- Danger Ratio
- 99%
- Final Blows
- 638
- Points
- 1,063
ISK
- Destroyed
- 271.61B
- Lost
- 10.26B
- Balance
- +261.35B
- ISK Efficiency
- 96%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 390
- Solo Ratio
- 37%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 1
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 1%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt6.6M
Damage Ratio · 92%
Damage Taken588.2K
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
[17:34:16] Tyott Truvor > I piss in face you faka mother - she whore
[17:34:20] Daria Rahl > LOL
The king and his men
Stole the queen from her bed
And bound her in her bones
The seas be ours
And by the powers
Where we will, we'll roam
Yo, ho, all together
Hoist the colours high
Heave ho, thieves and beggars
Never shall we die
Yo, ho, haul together
Hoist the colours high
Heave ho, thieves and beggars
Never shall we die
Some men have died
And some are alive
And others sail on the sea
With the keys to the cage...
And the Devil to pay
We lay to Fiddler's Green!
The bell has been raised
From it's watery grave...
Do you hear it's sepulchral tone?
We are a call to all
Pay head the squall
And turn your sail toward home!
[17:34:20] Daria Rahl > LOL
The king and his men
Stole the queen from her bed
And bound her in her bones
The seas be ours
And by the powers
Where we will, we'll roam
Yo, ho, all together
Hoist the colours high
Heave ho, thieves and beggars
Never shall we die
Yo, ho, haul together
Hoist the colours high
Heave ho, thieves and beggars
Never shall we die
Some men have died
And some are alive
And others sail on the sea
With the keys to the cage...
And the Devil to pay
We lay to Fiddler's Green!
The bell has been raised
From it's watery grave...
Do you hear it's sepulchral tone?
We are a call to all
Pay head the squall
And turn your sail toward home!