1.50Pilot
Trooper95
GallenteGallente
- Kills
- 787
- +125 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 418
- +13 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 97%
- ISK destroyed
- 878.77B
- +217.90B in the last 90 days
- Activity
- High
- 1.4 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 787
- Losses
- 418
- Danger Ratio
- 94%
- Final Blows
- 76
- Points
- 679
ISK
- Destroyed
- 878.77B
- Lost
- 23.45B
- Balance
- +855.33B
- ISK Efficiency
- 97%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 25
- Solo Ratio
- 3%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 24
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 6%
- Activity
- High
Damage Dealt828.8K
Damage Ratio · 19%
Damage Taken3.4M
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
My Ain Folk
Far fae my hame I wander, but still my thoughts return
To my ain folk ower yonder, in the shieling by the burn.
I see the cosy ingle, and the mist abune the brae:
And joy and sadness mingle, as I list some auld-warld lay.
And it's oh! but I'm longing for my ain folk,
Tho' they be but lowly, puir and plain folk:
I am far beyond the sea, but my heart will ever be
At home in dear auld Scotland, wi' my ain folk.
O' their absent ane they're telling, the auld folk by the fire:
And I mark the swift tears welling, as the ruddy flame leaps high'r.
How the mither wad caress me, were I but by her side:
Now she prays that Heav'n will bless me, tho' the stormy seas divide.
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Far fae my hame I wander, but still my thoughts return
To my ain folk ower yonder, in the shieling by the burn.
I see the cosy ingle, and the mist abune the brae:
And joy and sadness mingle, as I list some auld-warld lay.
And it's oh! but I'm longing for my ain folk,
Tho' they be but lowly, puir and plain folk:
I am far beyond the sea, but my heart will ever be
At home in dear auld Scotland, wi' my ain folk.
O' their absent ane they're telling, the auld folk by the fire:
And I mark the swift tears welling, as the ruddy flame leaps high'r.
How the mither wad caress me, were I but by her side:
Now she prays that Heav'n will bless me, tho' the stormy seas divide.
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