- Kills
- 45
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 56
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 95%
- ISK destroyed
- 4.00B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 45
- Losses
- 56
- Danger Ratio
- 93%
- Final Blows
- 6
- Points
- 45
ISK
- Destroyed
- 4.00B
- Lost
- 226.0M
- Balance
- +3.77B
- ISK Efficiency
- 95%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 2
- Solo Ratio
- 4%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 4
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 7%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt1.5M
Damage Ratio · 94%
Damage Taken100.5K
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
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A flower in the acid rain.
Its leaves leathery from ruin and pain.
A communtiy of insects inhabits this place.
These swarm to and fro in space.
From the flower to the gaping maw.
It accepts back its young, their skin rubbed raw.
Its stalk is thick, hardy from wind.
Its gifts and love, it won't rescind.
Love so soft, but its protection is much.
It allows a little, so it is not a crutch.
Roots sunk deep within the glassy soil.
Invaders nearby, their blood at a boil.
Her golden cells hold their ground.
This little flower releases a sound.
As she roars deeply, she uncovers her thorns.
They scurry away as she warns.
And even when we are dead and gone.
You will remain our home, Rahadalon.
A flower in the acid rain.
Its leaves leathery from ruin and pain.
A communtiy of insects inhabits this place.
These swarm to and fro in space.
From the flower to the gaping maw.
It accepts back its young, their skin rubbed raw.
Its stalk is thick, hardy from wind.
Its gifts and love, it won't rescind.
Love so soft, but its protection is much.
It allows a little, so it is not a crutch.
Roots sunk deep within the glassy soil.
Invaders nearby, their blood at a boil.
Her golden cells hold their ground.
This little flower releases a sound.
As she roars deeply, she uncovers her thorns.
They scurry away as she warns.
And even when we are dead and gone.
You will remain our home, Rahadalon.