- Kills
- 0
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 1
- +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
- 1
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
- Final Blows
- 0
- Points
- 0
ISK
- Destroyed
- 0
- Lost
- 14.4M
- Balance
- -14.4M
- 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 Taken4.4K
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
( Roleplayer )
"Like all the other cadets in my class, once we were released onto our maiden flight, I indulged in the freedom of flight. Skimming past the surfaces of low-grav moons, weaving in and out of a meteor swarm, warping for the sheer joy of it. I was the ship, and the ship was me. We were sisters, friends, and lovers, the frigate responding to my slightest desire.
We stopped at a nav beacon on the way back to the training facility. Even though I was to be cleared for active duty, I could not give up this freedom just yet. As we sat, watching the stars, a Federal patrol stopped in. A small fleet of warships headed by a massive battleship.
As they realigned in formation, my thoughts drifted. If they could speak, what would they say? 'We are watching you?' 'Don't oppose us?'
'No.,.' I thought as the largest passed over me, draping my ship in shadows. They are saying
'Welcome to the fold, Little Sister.
We have been waiting for you.'
"Like all the other cadets in my class, once we were released onto our maiden flight, I indulged in the freedom of flight. Skimming past the surfaces of low-grav moons, weaving in and out of a meteor swarm, warping for the sheer joy of it. I was the ship, and the ship was me. We were sisters, friends, and lovers, the frigate responding to my slightest desire.
We stopped at a nav beacon on the way back to the training facility. Even though I was to be cleared for active duty, I could not give up this freedom just yet. As we sat, watching the stars, a Federal patrol stopped in. A small fleet of warships headed by a massive battleship.
As they realigned in formation, my thoughts drifted. If they could speak, what would they say? 'We are watching you?' 'Don't oppose us?'
'No.,.' I thought as the largest passed over me, draping my ship in shadows. They are saying
'Welcome to the fold, Little Sister.
We have been waiting for you.'