15h ago
Oct 18, 2025(0y)
Oct 18, 2026(51d)
Combat
Kills1,097
Losses254
Efficiency81%
ISK
Destroyed211.55b
Lost34.57b
ISK Eff.86%
Solo
Solo Kills69
Solo Ratio6%
Final Blows270
Points1,437
Other
NPC Losses6
NPC Loss Ratio2%
Avg Kills/Day3.49
ActivityHigh
Gallente
Gallente
-5.10
Last Active
15h ago
Birthday
Oct 18, 2025 (0 years old)
Next Birthday
Oct 18, 2026 (51 days)
Combat
Kills1,097
Losses254
Efficiency81%
Danger Ratio98%
ISK
Destroyed211.55b
Lost34.57b
ISK Efficiency86%
Balance+176.98b
Solo
Solo Kills69
Solo Ratio6%
Final Blows270
Points1,437
Other
NPC Losses6
NPC Loss Ratio2%
Avg Kills/Day3.49
ActivityHigh
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
FAFO
VERSE I — THE SHANTYMAN
Oh, I shipped aboard a Cynabal one dark and gloomy day,
With a cargo hold of Crash and a bounty left to pay,
The FC called "Align!" through the static and the rust,
"We ride for Curse tonight, boys — in the Angels we trust!"
CHORUS — ALL HANDS
Haul away! Haul away for Curse!
Every gate is a gamble, every jump could be worse!
Lock 'em up, heat the guns, let the warp disruptors bite —
We're the Angel Cartel and we own the bloody night!
VERSE II
There's a Venture on the d-scan, mining veldspar all alone,
His drones are out, his shield is thin, his corp-mates all have flown,
We dropped out at zero and we scrambled up his drive,
"Hand the ore across, son, if you want to warp alive!"
CHORUS — ALL HANDS
Haul away! Haul away for Curse!
Every gate is a gamble, every jump could be worse!
Lock 'em up, heat the guns, let the warp disruptors bite —
We're the Angel Cartel and we own the bloody night!
VERSE III
Now CONCORD doesn't reach us where the sec status runs red,
There's no law past the stargate, just the living and the dead,
We fly Dramiels on the roam and Machariels on the brawl,
And if Local starts to spike, boys, we'll fight 'em — hull and all!
CHORUS — ALL HANDS
Haul away! Haul away for Curse!
Every gate is a gamble, every jump could be worse!
Lock 'em up, heat the guns, let the warp disruptors bite —
We're the Angel Cartel and we own the bloody night!
VERSE IV — THE FINAL VERSE
So fill your cap boosters, lads, and overheat your guns,
We'll toast to Domination loot when all the killing's done,
From Utopia to Heaven and the Great Wildlands beyond,
Raise a glass of Quafe to the outlaws — to our bond!
FINAL CHORUS — ALL HANDS, FORTISSIMO
(Overload everything. No ammo left. No regrets.)
Haul away! Haul away for Curse!
Every gate is a gamble, every jump could be worse!
Lock 'em up, heat the guns, let the warp disruptors bite —
We're the Angel Cartel and we own the bloody night!
VERSE I — THE SHANTYMAN
Oh, I shipped aboard a Cynabal one dark and gloomy day,
With a cargo hold of Crash and a bounty left to pay,
The FC called "Align!" through the static and the rust,
"We ride for Curse tonight, boys — in the Angels we trust!"
CHORUS — ALL HANDS
Haul away! Haul away for Curse!
Every gate is a gamble, every jump could be worse!
Lock 'em up, heat the guns, let the warp disruptors bite —
We're the Angel Cartel and we own the bloody night!
VERSE II
There's a Venture on the d-scan, mining veldspar all alone,
His drones are out, his shield is thin, his corp-mates all have flown,
We dropped out at zero and we scrambled up his drive,
"Hand the ore across, son, if you want to warp alive!"
CHORUS — ALL HANDS
Haul away! Haul away for Curse!
Every gate is a gamble, every jump could be worse!
Lock 'em up, heat the guns, let the warp disruptors bite —
We're the Angel Cartel and we own the bloody night!
VERSE III
Now CONCORD doesn't reach us where the sec status runs red,
There's no law past the stargate, just the living and the dead,
We fly Dramiels on the roam and Machariels on the brawl,
And if Local starts to spike, boys, we'll fight 'em — hull and all!
CHORUS — ALL HANDS
Haul away! Haul away for Curse!
Every gate is a gamble, every jump could be worse!
Lock 'em up, heat the guns, let the warp disruptors bite —
We're the Angel Cartel and we own the bloody night!
VERSE IV — THE FINAL VERSE
So fill your cap boosters, lads, and overheat your guns,
We'll toast to Domination loot when all the killing's done,
From Utopia to Heaven and the Great Wildlands beyond,
Raise a glass of Quafe to the outlaws — to our bond!
FINAL CHORUS — ALL HANDS, FORTISSIMO
(Overload everything. No ammo left. No regrets.)
Haul away! Haul away for Curse!
Every gate is a gamble, every jump could be worse!
Lock 'em up, heat the guns, let the warp disruptors bite —
We're the Angel Cartel and we own the bloody night!
Dashboard
Stats
Kills108
Losses18
Efficiency86%
ISK Destroyed9.68b
ISK Lost8.37b
ISK Efficiency54%
Solo Kills4
Solo Losses3
NPC Losses0
Blob Factor6.66
Active TimezoneEUTZ
Final Blows26
Points345
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleMid Gang (108 kills)
Solo 3% Small 39% Mid 56% Fleet 2%
Avg Fleet: 6.7 Capital Pilot Bait (6x)
Typically Loses
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