4.80
- Kills
- 418
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 23
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 100%
- ISK destroyed
- 1.23T
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 418
- Losses
- 23
- Danger Ratio
- 96%
- Final Blows
- 8
- Points
- 418
ISK
- Destroyed
- 1.23T
- Lost
- 1.82B
- Balance
- +1.22T
- ISK Efficiency
- 100%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 0
- Solo Ratio
- 0%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 1
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 4%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt411.7K
Damage Ratio · 70%
Damage Taken179.1K
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
You all - of millions. And we - of lots and lots and lots.
Try then to fight with us!
Yes, we are - skyphians! Yes, we're - the asians all,
With the squinted greedy eyes!
For you - the centuries, for us - one only hour.
We all, as the docile slaves, are holding
The shield between two races hostal -
European and mongolian!
For centuries our old forge worked,
Supressing an avalanche's roar,
And as a wild tale is you thought
About fall of Lissabone!
For centuries you looked at East,
Accumulating our pearls,
And with a scoff you counted at least
The goal where you could cannons point!
And now - is hour. The grief spreads wings
And every day encreases echo,
And day will come - the traces' print
Might dissapear, as the Pestum!
Oh old world! While being alive,
While you pine suffering, though sweet,
Let's stop, as wise Aedipus once
Stood puzzled at the ancient Sphynx.
Try then to fight with us!
Yes, we are - skyphians! Yes, we're - the asians all,
With the squinted greedy eyes!
For you - the centuries, for us - one only hour.
We all, as the docile slaves, are holding
The shield between two races hostal -
European and mongolian!
For centuries our old forge worked,
Supressing an avalanche's roar,
And as a wild tale is you thought
About fall of Lissabone!
For centuries you looked at East,
Accumulating our pearls,
And with a scoff you counted at least
The goal where you could cannons point!
And now - is hour. The grief spreads wings
And every day encreases echo,
And day will come - the traces' print
Might dissapear, as the Pestum!
Oh old world! While being alive,
While you pine suffering, though sweet,
Let's stop, as wise Aedipus once
Stood puzzled at the ancient Sphynx.