- Kills
- 1,015
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 135
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 94%
- ISK destroyed
- 659.17B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 1,015
- Losses
- 135
- Danger Ratio
- 75%
- Final Blows
- 295
- Points
- 1,015
ISK
- Destroyed
- 659.17B
- Lost
- 38.83B
- Balance
- +620.34B
- ISK Efficiency
- 94%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 71
- Solo Ratio
- 7%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 34
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 25%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt33.4M
Damage Ratio · 93%
Damage Taken2.6M
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
Personal Introduction:
The Commander of the Army of Deft. Threat level: Deadly
The Commander Theory bonuses (per skill level):
10% bonus on KM value
Role Bonus:
100% Playing Other Games Resistance Bonus
5x The Rate Becomes the First Target of the Enemies
There is a realm of existence so far beyond your own you cannot even imagine it. I am beyond your comprehension. I am Sovereign. Rudimentary creatures of blood and flesh, you touch my mind, fumbling in ignorance, incapable of understanding. Reaper? A label created by the Protheans to give voice to their destruction. In the end, what they chose to call us is irrelevant. We simply... are. Organic life is nothing but a genetic mutation, an accident. Your lives are measured in years and decades. You wither and die. We are eternal, the pinnacle of evolution and existence. Before us, you are nothing. Your extinction is inevitable. We are the end of everything. Confidence born of ignorance. The cycle cannot be broken. (с)
The Commander of the Army of Deft. Threat level: Deadly
The Commander Theory bonuses (per skill level):
10% bonus on KM value
Role Bonus:
100% Playing Other Games Resistance Bonus
5x The Rate Becomes the First Target of the Enemies
There is a realm of existence so far beyond your own you cannot even imagine it. I am beyond your comprehension. I am Sovereign. Rudimentary creatures of blood and flesh, you touch my mind, fumbling in ignorance, incapable of understanding. Reaper? A label created by the Protheans to give voice to their destruction. In the end, what they chose to call us is irrelevant. We simply... are. Organic life is nothing but a genetic mutation, an accident. Your lives are measured in years and decades. You wither and die. We are eternal, the pinnacle of evolution and existence. Before us, you are nothing. Your extinction is inevitable. We are the end of everything. Confidence born of ignorance. The cycle cannot be broken. (с)