-9.80
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- Security Status
- -9.80
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 143
- Losses
- 21
- Efficiency
- 87%
- Danger Ratio
- 48%
ISK
- Destroyed
- 3.77B
- Lost
- 1.74B
- ISK Efficiency
- 68%
- Balance
- +2.03B
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 31
- Solo Ratio
- 22%
- Final Blows
- 59
- Points
- 143
Other
- NPC Losses
- 11
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 52%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage
Damage Dealt140.2K
Damage Taken77.7K
Damage Ratio64%
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
Yarr! ☠
Venatrixia > United Kinkdom!
Venatrixia > Venakinkia
Venatrixia > I don't eve know what kink means
Venatrixia > Kinkros Ma'l! (wtf)
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Stuck in a place of time and space, where time has little meaning. Where memories are intertwined between past and present, where past memories fade and others are played. Memories lost yet the pain remains. I must refrain from lingering on the everlasting pain.
It is so plain, the pain that has left me blind for this length of time. Yet I can not see what was left behind on the memories that once was. Only the whispers of the dead echo in my ear. Never fear that which is gone, only fear that which can be taken away. Memories linger and those are fading as I am craving to not only escape the past but also look back and to a certain extent, live there.
Venatrixia > United Kinkdom!
Venatrixia > Venakinkia
Venatrixia > I don't eve know what kink means
Venatrixia > Kinkros Ma'l! (wtf)
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Stuck in a place of time and space, where time has little meaning. Where memories are intertwined between past and present, where past memories fade and others are played. Memories lost yet the pain remains. I must refrain from lingering on the everlasting pain.
It is so plain, the pain that has left me blind for this length of time. Yet I can not see what was left behind on the memories that once was. Only the whispers of the dead echo in my ear. Never fear that which is gone, only fear that which can be taken away. Memories linger and those are fading as I am craving to not only escape the past but also look back and to a certain extent, live there.