- Kills
- 1,093
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 214
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 90%
- ISK destroyed
- 80.10B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 1,093
- Losses
- 214
- Danger Ratio
- 98%
- Final Blows
- 806
- Points
- 1,214
ISK
- Destroyed
- 80.10B
- Lost
- 9.17B
- Balance
- +70.93B
- ISK Efficiency
- 90%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 510
- Solo Ratio
- 47%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 5
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 2%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt2.9M
Damage Ratio · 78%
Damage Taken815.8K
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
PewPew Nerds
A Sonnet of a Capsuleer
Oh Ammake, where my Maelstrom did crawl,
Through dim-lit glass I scarce could see at all;
The frigates laughed, my wreckage marked the fall.
In VSIG’s dark reach I joined a noisy crew,
Of pilots green and many, foolish too;
We fed the wolves—yet there my learning grew.
In Ostingele’s fields I sought the grail,
Trod each blaze, though ruin claimed the rest;
From burning wrecks I learned what worked the best.
Around Hevrice I roamed the starlit tide,
Met dancing steel where fates of ships collide;
At times I rose where once I only died.
The Tuskers’ band, took pity on my soul,
They took me in, they gave me a home;
I fumbled still, yet learned to fly and roam.
In Bosboger I chased my final flame,
Where battles bright still carried joy, not shame;
Then silence fell, and years concealed my name.
In Hevrice back I undock, stars both strange and new,
Around its lanes lie bubbles where none were in view;
My pirate hulls barred, yet still I laugh anew.
I sail on words where once I flew through dread,
New Eden lingers, though mostly in my head.
A Sonnet of a Capsuleer
Oh Ammake, where my Maelstrom did crawl,
Through dim-lit glass I scarce could see at all;
The frigates laughed, my wreckage marked the fall.
In VSIG’s dark reach I joined a noisy crew,
Of pilots green and many, foolish too;
We fed the wolves—yet there my learning grew.
In Ostingele’s fields I sought the grail,
Trod each blaze, though ruin claimed the rest;
From burning wrecks I learned what worked the best.
Around Hevrice I roamed the starlit tide,
Met dancing steel where fates of ships collide;
At times I rose where once I only died.
The Tuskers’ band, took pity on my soul,
They took me in, they gave me a home;
I fumbled still, yet learned to fly and roam.
In Bosboger I chased my final flame,
Where battles bright still carried joy, not shame;
Then silence fell, and years concealed my name.
In Hevrice back I undock, stars both strange and new,
Around its lanes lie bubbles where none were in view;
My pirate hulls barred, yet still I laugh anew.
I sail on words where once I flew through dread,
New Eden lingers, though mostly in my head.