1.30HorchataKing RiceDrink
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- Security Status
- 1.30
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 49
- Losses
- 31
- Efficiency
- 61%
- Danger Ratio
- 97%
ISK
- Destroyed
- 1.03B
- Lost
- 36.75B
- ISK Efficiency
- 3%
- Balance
- -35.71B
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 12
- Solo Ratio
- 24%
- Final Blows
- 23
- Points
- 45
Other
- NPC Losses
- 1
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 3%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
- Activity
- Low
Damage
Damage Dealt55.5M
Damage Taken917.2K
Damage Ratio98%
Combat profile
How they fight, with whom and against whom — last 90 days
Activity
What they fly and where they fight
Most Valuable
Matchups
Who they kill, who kills them, what they lose
Top ListsLast 90d
Hulls LostLast 90d
Losses broken down by hull class.
Career
Corporations flown for, most recent first
Idle AbyssSince Tuesday, 2 September 20250 Kills0 Losses
State War AcademySince Tuesday, 2 September 202538 Kills8 Losses
Rice Drinks Planetary Mining CorporationSince Sunday, 13 August 202350 Kills19 Losses
Selenitas EnterpriseSince Saturday, 25 February 20230 Kills0 Losses
In-game bio
The Sovereign of the Static
Wormhole born and Void marked.
I move through collapsing connections as if they were doors left ajar. I engage with intent, eject without hesitation, and return to the vat—a little less organic, a little more refined—each time.
Idle Abyss is home; the screaming heat of a microwarpdrive is the only mentor I trust.
The hole speaks in mass limits and molecular shifts. I listen. I follow its pull into systems that were dormant until my structures anchored. I do not merely visit the darkness; I build within it, tethering my legacy to the heart of the unknown and fueling my reactors with the spoils of the hunt.
When my fleet lands on grid, the salvage report is already written. When my factories breathe, the profit is already seized. I am not here to trade in the market — I am here to transmute the Void into power.
The Void remembers every capsule. I simply help it choose the order.
Wormhole born and Void marked.
I move through collapsing connections as if they were doors left ajar. I engage with intent, eject without hesitation, and return to the vat—a little less organic, a little more refined—each time.
Idle Abyss is home; the screaming heat of a microwarpdrive is the only mentor I trust.
The hole speaks in mass limits and molecular shifts. I listen. I follow its pull into systems that were dormant until my structures anchored. I do not merely visit the darkness; I build within it, tethering my legacy to the heart of the unknown and fueling my reactors with the spoils of the hunt.
When my fleet lands on grid, the salvage report is already written. When my factories breathe, the profit is already seized. I am not here to trade in the market — I am here to transmute the Void into power.
The Void remembers every capsule. I simply help it choose the order.