- Kills
- 63
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 90
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 65%
- ISK destroyed
- 5.40B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 63
- Losses
- 90
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
- Final Blows
- 23
- Points
- 63
ISK
- Destroyed
- 5.40B
- Lost
- 2.87B
- Balance
- +2.53B
- ISK Efficiency
- 65%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 10
- Solo Ratio
- 16%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt403.7K
Damage Ratio · 45%
Damage Taken490.6K
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
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He sat there, considering this. He felt calm now, as one would when having gone beyond bearable horror. This was the end of him. It was nearly equal to an absolute death. His two captors stood there, staring at him. The man seemed ill at ease. Eventually he barked at the capsuleer, “That’s all this is to you, isn’t it? Characters on a screen, and a locked-on target. How can it mean so much and so little all at the same time? What kind of human being are you?” The doomed man couldn’t help but smile. The woman raised the bottle in warning, but his smile was without ego or rancor, and she lowered it again. “I’m a capsuleer,” he said.
He sat there, considering this. He felt calm now, as one would when having gone beyond bearable horror. This was the end of him. It was nearly equal to an absolute death. His two captors stood there, staring at him. The man seemed ill at ease. Eventually he barked at the capsuleer, “That’s all this is to you, isn’t it? Characters on a screen, and a locked-on target. How can it mean so much and so little all at the same time? What kind of human being are you?” The doomed man couldn’t help but smile. The woman raised the bottle in warning, but his smile was without ego or rancor, and she lowered it again. “I’m a capsuleer,” he said.