- Kills
- 52
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 47
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 32%
- ISK destroyed
- 5.09B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 52
- Losses
- 47
- Danger Ratio
- 74%
- Final Blows
- 29
- Points
- 52
ISK
- Destroyed
- 5.09B
- Lost
- 10.88B
- Balance
- -5.79B
- ISK Efficiency
- 32%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 16
- Solo Ratio
- 31%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 12
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 26%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt138.9K
Damage Ratio · 21%
Damage Taken530.5K
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
Let's get down to business
To defeat the Huns
Did they send me daughters
When I asked for sons?
You're the saddest bunch I ever met,
But you can bet before we're through,
Mister, I'll make a man
Out of you.
Tranquil as a forest,
But on fire within.
Once you find your center,
You are sure to win.
You're a spineless pale pathetic lot,
And you haven't got a clue.
Somehow I'll make a man,
Out of you.
We must be swift as a coursing river
With all the force of a great typhoon
With all the strength of a raging fire
Mysterious as the dark side of the moon!
Time is racing toward us,
til' the Huns arrive.
Heed my every order,
And you might survive.
You're unsuited for the rage of war,
So pack up go home you're through.
How could I make a man, out of you?
We must be swift as a coursing river
With all the force of a great typhoon
With all the strength of a raging fire
Mysterious as the dark side of the moon!
To defeat the Huns
Did they send me daughters
When I asked for sons?
You're the saddest bunch I ever met,
But you can bet before we're through,
Mister, I'll make a man
Out of you.
Tranquil as a forest,
But on fire within.
Once you find your center,
You are sure to win.
You're a spineless pale pathetic lot,
And you haven't got a clue.
Somehow I'll make a man,
Out of you.
We must be swift as a coursing river
With all the force of a great typhoon
With all the strength of a raging fire
Mysterious as the dark side of the moon!
Time is racing toward us,
til' the Huns arrive.
Heed my every order,
And you might survive.
You're unsuited for the rage of war,
So pack up go home you're through.
How could I make a man, out of you?
We must be swift as a coursing river
With all the force of a great typhoon
With all the strength of a raging fire
Mysterious as the dark side of the moon!