- Kills
- 1
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 12
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 38%
- ISK destroyed
- 44.3M
- +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
- 12
- Danger Ratio
- 67%
- Final Blows
- 0
- Points
- 1
ISK
- Destroyed
- 44.3M
- Lost
- 72.0M
- Balance
- -27.7M
- ISK Efficiency
- 38%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 0
- Solo Ratio
- 0%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 4
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 33%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt332
Damage Ratio · 1%
Damage Taken33.6K
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
It was the dawn of the fifth age of mankind – twenty years after the Minmatar Rebellion.
The Signal Cartel was a dream, given form. Its goal: to prevent another war, by creating a place where humans and aliens can work out their differences peacefully. It's a port of call – home away from home – for diplomats, hustlers, entrepreneurs, and wanderers.
Humans and aliens, wrapped in two million, five hundred thousand tons of spinning metal . . . all alone in the night.
It can be a dangerous place, but it's our last best hope for peace.
This is the story of the best of the wormhole stations. The year is 23236. The name of the place is Thera.
_____________________
Harreck Tsoyani - a cynical veteran of countless skirmishes in the vasty deeps, he's seen enough of the endless, faceless legions of pirates and other vermin of the spaceways. He's tired of scrabbling for scraps, salvaging junk from the smoking wreck of some other unfortunate who was just a little slower on the trigger.
The Signal Cartel was a dream, given form. Its goal: to prevent another war, by creating a place where humans and aliens can work out their differences peacefully. It's a port of call – home away from home – for diplomats, hustlers, entrepreneurs, and wanderers.
Humans and aliens, wrapped in two million, five hundred thousand tons of spinning metal . . . all alone in the night.
It can be a dangerous place, but it's our last best hope for peace.
This is the story of the best of the wormhole stations. The year is 23236. The name of the place is Thera.
_____________________
Harreck Tsoyani - a cynical veteran of countless skirmishes in the vasty deeps, he's seen enough of the endless, faceless legions of pirates and other vermin of the spaceways. He's tired of scrabbling for scraps, salvaging junk from the smoking wreck of some other unfortunate who was just a little slower on the trigger.