- Kills
- 75
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 122
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 100%
- ISK destroyed
- 413.46B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 75
- Losses
- 122
- Danger Ratio
- 46%
- Final Blows
- 1
- Points
- 75
ISK
- Destroyed
- 413.46B
- Lost
- 381.4M
- Balance
- +413.08B
- ISK Efficiency
- 100%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 0
- Solo Ratio
- 0%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 66
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 54%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt229.9K
Damage Ratio · 45%
Damage Taken279.7K
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
"On Time"
Fly envious time til thy run out thy race
Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours
Whose speed is but the heavy plummets pace
And glut thyself with what thy womb devours
Which is more then what is false and vain
And merely mortal dross;
So little is our loss
So little is thy gain
For when as each thing bad thou hast entombed
And last of all, thy greedy self consumed,
Then long Enternity shall greet our bliss
With an individual kiss
And joy shall overtake us as a flood
When evertything that is sincerely good
And perfectly divine
With Truth, and Peace, and Love shall ever shine
About the supreme throne
Of him, t'whose happy making sight alone
When once our heaven'ly soul shall climb
Then all this earthly grossness quit
Attired with stars, we shall forever sit
Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee O' Time
-John Milton 1608 to 1674
Fly envious time til thy run out thy race
Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours
Whose speed is but the heavy plummets pace
And glut thyself with what thy womb devours
Which is more then what is false and vain
And merely mortal dross;
So little is our loss
So little is thy gain
For when as each thing bad thou hast entombed
And last of all, thy greedy self consumed,
Then long Enternity shall greet our bliss
With an individual kiss
And joy shall overtake us as a flood
When evertything that is sincerely good
And perfectly divine
With Truth, and Peace, and Love shall ever shine
About the supreme throne
Of him, t'whose happy making sight alone
When once our heaven'ly soul shall climb
Then all this earthly grossness quit
Attired with stars, we shall forever sit
Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee O' Time
-John Milton 1608 to 1674