5.00
- Kills
- 1,182
- +37 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 60
- +2 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 100%
- ISK destroyed
- 4.69T
- +363.39B in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Medium
- 0.4 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 1,182
- Losses
- 60
- Danger Ratio
- 90%
- Final Blows
- 60
- Points
- 943
ISK
- Destroyed
- 4.69T
- Lost
- 7.39B
- Balance
- +4.68T
- ISK Efficiency
- 100%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 13
- Solo Ratio
- 1%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 6
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 10%
- Activity
- Medium
Damage Dealt52.5M
Damage Ratio · 99%
Damage Taken786.7K
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
Let Neptune strike ye dead!
Haaaaark! Hark, Triton! Hark!
Bellow, bid our father, the sea king, rise from the depths, full foul in his fury,
black waves teeming with salt-foam, to smother this young mouth with pungent slime…
…to choke ye, engorging your organs till ye turn blue and bloated
with bilge and brine and can scream no more…
only when he,
crowned in cockle shells with slithering tentacled tail and steaming beard,
take up his fell, be-finnèd arm — his coral-tined trident
screeches banshee-like in the tempest and plunges right through yer gullet,
bursting ye, a bulging bladder no more,
but a blasted bloody film now — a nothing
for the Harpies and the souls of dead sailors to peck and claw and feed upon
only to be lapped up and swallowed by the infinite waters of the dread emperor himself…
forgotten to any man, to any time, forgotten to any god or devil,
forgotten even to the sea… for any stuff or part of Winslow,
even any scantling of your soul, is Winslow no more, but is now itself
the sea.
Haaaaark! Hark, Triton! Hark!
Bellow, bid our father, the sea king, rise from the depths, full foul in his fury,
black waves teeming with salt-foam, to smother this young mouth with pungent slime…
…to choke ye, engorging your organs till ye turn blue and bloated
with bilge and brine and can scream no more…
only when he,
crowned in cockle shells with slithering tentacled tail and steaming beard,
take up his fell, be-finnèd arm — his coral-tined trident
screeches banshee-like in the tempest and plunges right through yer gullet,
bursting ye, a bulging bladder no more,
but a blasted bloody film now — a nothing
for the Harpies and the souls of dead sailors to peck and claw and feed upon
only to be lapped up and swallowed by the infinite waters of the dread emperor himself…
forgotten to any man, to any time, forgotten to any god or devil,
forgotten even to the sea… for any stuff or part of Winslow,
even any scantling of your soul, is Winslow no more, but is now itself
the sea.