3.20
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- 3.20
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 15,826
- Losses
- 1,021
- Efficiency
- 94%
- Danger Ratio
- 94%
ISK
- Destroyed
- 24.62T
- Lost
- 117.88B
- ISK Efficiency
- 100%
- Balance
- +24.51T
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 219
- Solo Ratio
- 1%
- Final Blows
- 1,162
- Points
- 15,428
Other
- NPC Losses
- 57
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 6%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
- Activity
- High
Damage
Damage Dealt79.6M
Damage Taken11.4M
Damage Ratio87%
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
Vanishing Point.Since Monday, 1 June 20205453 Kills104 Losses
The ScopeSince Monday, 1 June 20200 Kills0 Losses
Godless Horizon.Since Wednesday, 17 April 20191559 Kills59 Losses
Associated Stellar CompanySince Sunday, 8 November 20158800 Kills768 Losses
I-F-C French CorpSince Saturday, 5 September 20150 Kills0 Losses
Federal Navy AcademySince Friday, 28 August 20150 Kills0 Losses
In-game bio
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas