-8.80
- Kills
- 1,692
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 312
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 97%
- ISK destroyed
- 1.71T
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 1,692
- Losses
- 312
- Danger Ratio
- 88%
- Final Blows
- 495
- Points
- 1,692
ISK
- Destroyed
- 1.71T
- Lost
- 51.57B
- Balance
- +1.66T
- ISK Efficiency
- 97%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 308
- Solo Ratio
- 18%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 39
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 13%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt24.3M
Damage Ratio · 88%
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
Please note, my character is pretty but I am a dude. lol.
I am sorry if you died. Please send mails, I do not open chat invites!
Pay up or pod up. Ransom always hono(u)red.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
There once was a pirate named Ginstery,
who left her homeworld, no thought for re-entry.
She pillaged and stole, from warpgate to wormhole,
To amass the vast wealth of space gentry.
A forlorn sight to all freighters,
whose hulls she'd fill full of craters,
but once on her own, as well it was known,
was want to hear songs from her haters.
So the moral of story is this,
If ship and your pod you would miss,
turn off your shield to show that you yield,
And pray Ginstery may blow you a kiss.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
- a ransom poem by Wariamu Fidard
I am sorry if you died. Please send mails, I do not open chat invites!
Pay up or pod up. Ransom always hono(u)red.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
There once was a pirate named Ginstery,
who left her homeworld, no thought for re-entry.
She pillaged and stole, from warpgate to wormhole,
To amass the vast wealth of space gentry.
A forlorn sight to all freighters,
whose hulls she'd fill full of craters,
but once on her own, as well it was known,
was want to hear songs from her haters.
So the moral of story is this,
If ship and your pod you would miss,
turn off your shield to show that you yield,
And pray Ginstery may blow you a kiss.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
- a ransom poem by Wariamu Fidard