4.30Pilot
andrew lospostom
GallenteGallente
- Kills
- 1,863
- +35 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 279
- +3 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 100%
- ISK destroyed
- 3.14T
- +6.20B in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Medium
- 0.4 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 1,863
- Losses
- 279
- Danger Ratio
- 97%
- Final Blows
- 105
- Points
- 1,332
ISK
- Destroyed
- 3.14T
- Lost
- 14.21B
- Balance
- +3.13T
- ISK Efficiency
- 100%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 21
- Solo Ratio
- 1%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 9
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 3%
- Activity
- Medium
Damage Dealt3.7M
Damage Ratio · 61%
Damage Taken2.3M
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
Once upon a time there was a wise man that lived in a little vilage on a remote corner of the Empire.
One day, the son of the village chief received a splendid horse for his birthday.
"Alas, how fortunate!", cried the villagers.
But the wise man only said: "we'll see".
Some time later, the son of the village chief fell from his new horse, and broke his leg.
"Alas, how unlucky!", cried the villagers.
But the wise man only said: "we'll see".
A week later, an emissary from the Dragon Throne arrived; the Emperor wished to raise a mighty army to fight the northern barbarians, and as such all able-bodied male villagers were to be drafted into the Imperial Army.
But the son of the village chief, with his mangled leg, was not accepted.
"Alas, how lucky!", cried the villagers.
The wise man began to speak: "we'll -"
But the villagers were tired of his smart-ass ways, and beat him to death with a stick.
The End.
One day, the son of the village chief received a splendid horse for his birthday.
"Alas, how fortunate!", cried the villagers.
But the wise man only said: "we'll see".
Some time later, the son of the village chief fell from his new horse, and broke his leg.
"Alas, how unlucky!", cried the villagers.
But the wise man only said: "we'll see".
A week later, an emissary from the Dragon Throne arrived; the Emperor wished to raise a mighty army to fight the northern barbarians, and as such all able-bodied male villagers were to be drafted into the Imperial Army.
But the son of the village chief, with his mangled leg, was not accepted.
"Alas, how lucky!", cried the villagers.
The wise man began to speak: "we'll -"
But the villagers were tired of his smart-ass ways, and beat him to death with a stick.
The End.