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Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 5
- Losses
- 14
- Efficiency
- 26%
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
ISK
- Destroyed
- 387.8M
- Lost
- 468.1M
- ISK Efficiency
- 45%
- Balance
- -80.4M
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 1
- Solo Ratio
- 20%
- Final Blows
- 2
- Points
- 5
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage
Damage Dealt9.3K
Damage Taken73.8K
Damage Ratio11%
Combat profile
How they fight, with whom and against whom — last 90 days
Activity
What they fly and where they fight
Most Valuable
Matchups
Who they kill, who kills them, what they lose
Top ListsLast 90d
Hulls LostLast 90d
Losses broken down by hull class.
Career
Corporations flown for, most recent first
In-game bio
Member of the glorious and highly stylish corp Attila the Bun.
Recovering Quafe addict
Total Donated to Cal Qever Quafe Preservation/Investment Funds in Jita Local= 1296m
All poems by Jita Poet/Sam Lafisque
Quafe Poem:
A Magical Elixir, Crafted by Gallentean Hands
From Temperate Forests to Desert Sands
It is Drunk, but Never Finished
For when you Drink it
Your Brain Cells Replenish
Attila the Bun Poem:
A brave little faction named Attila the Bun
Nooby and young, not a single war won,
Rose out of the turmoil that is New Eden
Destined for greatness, with Cal Qever leadin'.
Manticore Poem:
Manticores, the predators of space,
Cloaked and ready to put you in your place.
When one's in system, you'll never feel safe,
Unless you negotiate your safety for some quafe.
Cal poem:
Well known in Local, he's here every day,
Earning his fame in an extraordinary way.
Cal is his name, Quafe is his game,
No one in jita is quite the same.
Recovering Quafe addict
Total Donated to Cal Qever Quafe Preservation/Investment Funds in Jita Local= 1296m
All poems by Jita Poet/Sam Lafisque
Quafe Poem:
A Magical Elixir, Crafted by Gallentean Hands
From Temperate Forests to Desert Sands
It is Drunk, but Never Finished
For when you Drink it
Your Brain Cells Replenish
Attila the Bun Poem:
A brave little faction named Attila the Bun
Nooby and young, not a single war won,
Rose out of the turmoil that is New Eden
Destined for greatness, with Cal Qever leadin'.
Manticore Poem:
Manticores, the predators of space,
Cloaked and ready to put you in your place.
When one's in system, you'll never feel safe,
Unless you negotiate your safety for some quafe.
Cal poem:
Well known in Local, he's here every day,
Earning his fame in an extraordinary way.
Cal is his name, Quafe is his game,
No one in jita is quite the same.