1.40
- Kills
- 1
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 14
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 27%
- ISK destroyed
- 450.9M
- +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
- Losses
- 14
- Danger Ratio
- 86%
- Final Blows
- 0
- Points
- 1
ISK
- Destroyed
- 450.9M
- Lost
- 1.19B
- Balance
- -741.1M
- ISK Efficiency
- 27%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 0
- Solo Ratio
- 0%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 2
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 14%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt930
Damage Ratio · 1%
Damage Taken130.3K
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
F
There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
L
There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners,
Y
Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me—
S
That ever with a frolic welcome took
A
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
F
Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old;
E
Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
Y
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
A
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
L
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
L
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
'T is not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
L
There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners,
Y
Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me—
S
That ever with a frolic welcome took
A
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
F
Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old;
E
Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
Y
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
A
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
L
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
L
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
'T is not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.