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Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 344
- Losses
- 15
- Efficiency
- 96%
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
ISK
- Destroyed
- 44.10B
- Lost
- 1.71B
- ISK Efficiency
- 96%
- Balance
- +42.39B
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 40
- Solo Ratio
- 12%
- Final Blows
- 108
- Points
- 226
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
- Activity
- Low
Damage
Damage Dealt21.3M
Damage Taken196.6K
Damage Ratio99%
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
Jolly ReaversSince Sunday, 22 June 2025144 Kills0 Losses
State War AcademySince Sunday, 22 June 20250 Kills0 Losses
Nomads of the Void.Since Thursday, 13 February 2025117 Kills3 Losses
Vision IncSince Sunday, 22 December 2024251 Kills3 Losses
Order Of Souls.Since Tuesday, 17 November 202030 Kills1 Losses
Caldari ProvisionsSince Monday, 3 July 201737 Kills9 Losses
Schwarze KorsarenSince Sunday, 22 January 20170 Kills0 Losses
Immortalis.Since Saturday, 4 June 20160 Kills1 Losses
Insignia UnknownSince Monday, 23 May 20160 Kills0 Losses
Immortalis.Since Thursday, 19 May 20160 Kills0 Losses
In-game bio
Ballad of the Voidborn
So hoist the flag and drain the cup,
Our time is short, the tide is up.
Through dying stars and storms we flew,
With hearts of flame and ships of few.
We rode on winds no maps could trace,
In shattered holes, from place to place.
No stargate lit the paths we crossed,
Just echoes, traps — and what we lost.
We stole from gods, we danced with death,
We laughed beneath the reaper’s breath.
In silence deep, our guns would sing,
Then vanish swift, like phantom wing.
We cloaked in dust, we struck unseen,
In cursed domains where none had been.
No beacon burns, no beacon calls —
We built our thrones in dead men’s halls.
The sleepers woke; we made them sleep.
We sowed their dark, we mined deep.
For loot or greed or spite or pride,
We lived where reason would not bide.
Our names were feared, then lost in time,
Not carved in stone, but sung in grime.
No medals pinned. No banners raised.
Just shadows where our wrath once blazed.
And still we sail, though none may see
The path we walk to stay so free.
We fight, we fall, we rise once more —
Like echoes clawing through the roar.
So drink to those who slipped the fight,
Who vanished into endless night.
No grave, no stone, no last surrenders —
They shine through us… and the void remembers.
So hoist the flag and drain the cup,
Our time is short, the tide is up.
Through dying stars and storms we flew,
With hearts of flame and ships of few.
We rode on winds no maps could trace,
In shattered holes, from place to place.
No stargate lit the paths we crossed,
Just echoes, traps — and what we lost.
We stole from gods, we danced with death,
We laughed beneath the reaper’s breath.
In silence deep, our guns would sing,
Then vanish swift, like phantom wing.
We cloaked in dust, we struck unseen,
In cursed domains where none had been.
No beacon burns, no beacon calls —
We built our thrones in dead men’s halls.
The sleepers woke; we made them sleep.
We sowed their dark, we mined deep.
For loot or greed or spite or pride,
We lived where reason would not bide.
Our names were feared, then lost in time,
Not carved in stone, but sung in grime.
No medals pinned. No banners raised.
Just shadows where our wrath once blazed.
And still we sail, though none may see
The path we walk to stay so free.
We fight, we fall, we rise once more —
Like echoes clawing through the roar.
So drink to those who slipped the fight,
Who vanished into endless night.
No grave, no stone, no last surrenders —
They shine through us… and the void remembers.