0.00
- Kills
- 19
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 9
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 8%
- ISK destroyed
- 183.1M
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 19
- Losses
- 9
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
- Final Blows
- 17
- Points
- 19
ISK
- Destroyed
- 183.1M
- Lost
- 2.17B
- Balance
- -1.98B
- ISK Efficiency
- 8%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 16
- Solo Ratio
- 84%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt13.4K
Damage Ratio · 17%
Damage Taken64.9K
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
I am not a mustache, I am dynamite.
The Last Messiah
One night in times long since vanished, man awoke
and saw himself. He saw that he was naked under
the cosmos, homeless in his own body. Everything opened
up before his searching thoughts, wonder upon wonder,
terror upon terror, all blossomed in his mind.
Then woman awoke, too, and said that it was time to
go out and kill something. And man took up his bow, fruit
of the union between the soul and the hand, and went out
under the stars. But when the animals came to their water-
hole, where he out of habit waited for them, he no longer
knew the spring of the tiger in his blood, but a great psalm
to the brotherhood of suffering shared by all that lives.
That day he came home with empty hands, and when
they found him again by the rising of the new moon,
he sat dead by the waterhole.
／人 ◕ ‿‿ ◕ 人＼
The Last Messiah
One night in times long since vanished, man awoke
and saw himself. He saw that he was naked under
the cosmos, homeless in his own body. Everything opened
up before his searching thoughts, wonder upon wonder,
terror upon terror, all blossomed in his mind.
Then woman awoke, too, and said that it was time to
go out and kill something. And man took up his bow, fruit
of the union between the soul and the hand, and went out
under the stars. But when the animals came to their water-
hole, where he out of habit waited for them, he no longer
knew the spring of the tiger in his blood, but a great psalm
to the brotherhood of suffering shared by all that lives.
That day he came home with empty hands, and when
they found him again by the rising of the new moon,
he sat dead by the waterhole.
／人 ◕ ‿‿ ◕ 人＼