5.00
- Kills
- 26
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 38
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 98%
- ISK destroyed
- 29.17B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 26
- Losses
- 38
- Danger Ratio
- 26%
- Final Blows
- 13
- Points
- 26
ISK
- Destroyed
- 29.17B
- Lost
- 507.9M
- Balance
- +28.66B
- ISK Efficiency
- 98%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 6
- Solo Ratio
- 23%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 28
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 74%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt94.7K
Damage Ratio · 53%
Damage Taken84.3K
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
When the war of the beasts brings about the world's end
The goddess descents from the sky
Wings of light and dark spread afar
She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting.
Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess
We seek it thus, and take to the sky
Ripples form on the water's surface
The wandering soul knows no rest.
There is no hate, only joy
For you are beloved by the goddess
Hero of the dawn, Healer of worlds
Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul
Pride is lost
Wings stripped away, the end is nigh
My friend, do you fly away now?
To a world that abhors you and I?
All that awaits you is a somber morrow
No matter where the winds may blow
My friend, your desire
Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess
Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return
~Loveless, Prologue - Act III
The goddess descents from the sky
Wings of light and dark spread afar
She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting.
Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess
We seek it thus, and take to the sky
Ripples form on the water's surface
The wandering soul knows no rest.
There is no hate, only joy
For you are beloved by the goddess
Hero of the dawn, Healer of worlds
Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul
Pride is lost
Wings stripped away, the end is nigh
My friend, do you fly away now?
To a world that abhors you and I?
All that awaits you is a somber morrow
No matter where the winds may blow
My friend, your desire
Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess
Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return
~Loveless, Prologue - Act III