- Kills
- 2
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 2
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 1%
- ISK destroyed
- 16.6M
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 2
- Losses
- 2
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
- Final Blows
- 2
- Points
- 2
ISK
- Destroyed
- 16.6M
- Lost
- 1.72B
- Balance
- -1.71B
- ISK Efficiency
- 1%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 1
- Solo Ratio
- 50%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt1.2K
Damage Ratio · 4%
Damage Taken28.5K
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
The details of my life are quite inconsequential
Very well, where do I begin?
My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Gallente Prime with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old Caldari prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.
My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.
My childhood was typical, summers in Luminaire, Atron lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really.
At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, an Ammarian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles.
There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.
Very well, where do I begin?
My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Gallente Prime with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old Caldari prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.
My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.
My childhood was typical, summers in Luminaire, Atron lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really.
At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, an Ammarian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles.
There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.