- Kills
- 335
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 76
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 94%
- ISK destroyed
- 46.05B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 335
- Losses
- 76
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
- Final Blows
- 50
- Points
- 335
ISK
- Destroyed
- 46.05B
- Lost
- 3.06B
- Balance
- +42.98B
- ISK Efficiency
- 94%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 12
- Solo Ratio
- 4%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt5.2M
Damage Ratio · 92%
Damage Taken443.8K
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
Dannefan Senshi-Khuun — Brother of the void.
Forged in war, proven in silence.
Your absence weighs heavier than any hull loss.
I awakened in the final days of YC111, beneath the light of Holy Amarr. Faith was not offered. It was enforced, and I survived it.
I founded I.M.A.C in a time when the cluster rewarded only violence and resolve. What began as a small assembly of capsuleers hardened into a three-hundred-strong null-sec corporation, sustained by blood, discipline, and attrition. Systems were taken without apology and held without illusion. Ships burned. Pilots adapted or vanished. Trust was rare, costly, and often fatal—but it was real.
Friendships were forged in the narrow space between survival and annihilation. Many were lost to war, others to time, silence, or exhaustion. One name endures beyond all others—Dannefan. Brother of the void. Proven under fire. Remembered not for words, but for presence. His absence remains heavier than any defeat.
I was later drawn into the ranks of the First Praetorian Guard. There, obedience outweighed survival, and restraint was learned through loss. We were not taught to seek glory, only to endure and execute. In that service, I learned that faith does not comfort—it sharpens.
I remain a citizen of the Amarr Empire, not by ceremony or declaration, but by persistence. Allegiance is not where one flies, but what one refuses to abandon.
In YC117, my chronicle ended without death. A catastrophic failure in clone activation severed continuity. Consciousness suspended. War ongoing. Empires shifting. I was neither alive nor reborn—only absent. The cluster continued without me, and my name faded into omission.
In YC128, the fault was corrected. The clone awakened. Memory intact. Sentiment diminished. Absence had tempered what war began.
Now I fly again, this time within the Caldari Militia. Not as a defector, nor a penitent, but as a reminder. The State values efficiency. It will learn resolve. Victory is not calculated — it is imposed, paid for in hulls, bodies, and time.
Amarr victor!
http://www.quickmeme.com/meme/3txd4x/
Forged in war, proven in silence.
Your absence weighs heavier than any hull loss.
I awakened in the final days of YC111, beneath the light of Holy Amarr. Faith was not offered. It was enforced, and I survived it.
I founded I.M.A.C in a time when the cluster rewarded only violence and resolve. What began as a small assembly of capsuleers hardened into a three-hundred-strong null-sec corporation, sustained by blood, discipline, and attrition. Systems were taken without apology and held without illusion. Ships burned. Pilots adapted or vanished. Trust was rare, costly, and often fatal—but it was real.
Friendships were forged in the narrow space between survival and annihilation. Many were lost to war, others to time, silence, or exhaustion. One name endures beyond all others—Dannefan. Brother of the void. Proven under fire. Remembered not for words, but for presence. His absence remains heavier than any defeat.
I was later drawn into the ranks of the First Praetorian Guard. There, obedience outweighed survival, and restraint was learned through loss. We were not taught to seek glory, only to endure and execute. In that service, I learned that faith does not comfort—it sharpens.
I remain a citizen of the Amarr Empire, not by ceremony or declaration, but by persistence. Allegiance is not where one flies, but what one refuses to abandon.
In YC117, my chronicle ended without death. A catastrophic failure in clone activation severed continuity. Consciousness suspended. War ongoing. Empires shifting. I was neither alive nor reborn—only absent. The cluster continued without me, and my name faded into omission.
In YC128, the fault was corrected. The clone awakened. Memory intact. Sentiment diminished. Absence had tempered what war began.
Now I fly again, this time within the Caldari Militia. Not as a defector, nor a penitent, but as a reminder. The State values efficiency. It will learn resolve. Victory is not calculated — it is imposed, paid for in hulls, bodies, and time.
Amarr victor!
http://www.quickmeme.com/meme/3txd4x/