- Kills
- 1
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 1
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 17%
- ISK destroyed
- 17.3M
- +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
- 1
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
- Final Blows
- 1
- Points
- 1
ISK
- Destroyed
- 17.3M
- Lost
- 83.9M
- Balance
- -66.6M
- ISK Efficiency
- 17%
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 Taken7.7K
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
Even in the midst of flowing time,
Look, listlessness dances round and round.
I can't even see my heart,
As it withdraws from me, and I don't care.
Even if I don't make a move,
I keep being swept away through the cracks of time.
I don't give a damn about anything around me,
I am me, and that's all there is to it.
Is there a future for someone like this?
Do I belong in this world?
Does my heart ache now? Do I grieve now?
I simply know nothing about myself.
Merely walking leaves me exhausted,
So how could I care about anyone else?
If even someone like me could change,
Were I to actually change, I'd turn white.
Am I dreaming? Am I seeing nothing?
My words are useless, even if I were to speak them.
Sadness only leaves me exhausted,
And I'd rather live my days feeling nothing.
Even if you told me those bewildering words,
My heart would be eleswhere, not listening.
If I were to make a move on my own, and change everything,
I'd still turn it all black.
Look, listlessness dances round and round.
I can't even see my heart,
As it withdraws from me, and I don't care.
Even if I don't make a move,
I keep being swept away through the cracks of time.
I don't give a damn about anything around me,
I am me, and that's all there is to it.
Is there a future for someone like this?
Do I belong in this world?
Does my heart ache now? Do I grieve now?
I simply know nothing about myself.
Merely walking leaves me exhausted,
So how could I care about anyone else?
If even someone like me could change,
Were I to actually change, I'd turn white.
Am I dreaming? Am I seeing nothing?
My words are useless, even if I were to speak them.
Sadness only leaves me exhausted,
And I'd rather live my days feeling nothing.
Even if you told me those bewildering words,
My heart would be eleswhere, not listening.
If I were to make a move on my own, and change everything,
I'd still turn it all black.