Black Rams [BRAMS]
Last Active:
over 7 years ago
founded:
Feb 2, 2015 (10 years old)
taxRate:
5.0%
Combat Metrics
Kills
2,065
Losses
999
Efficiency
67.4%
Danger Ratio
0.7%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
692.51B ISK
ISK Lost
65.36B ISK
ISK Efficiency
91.4%
ISK Balance
627.15B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
316
Solo Losses
517
Solo Kill Ratio
15.3%
Solo Efficiency
37.9%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
222
NPC Loss Ratio
22.2
Avg. Kills/Day
0.5
Activity
Low
Character Biography
Low/nul-sec Pirate Corp.
Rules of Engagement: NBSI
Blood Raider Loyalists
We are looking for EU/AU timezone capsuleers.
Provinding Experienced people in PVP/PVE to guide the newbro's
Are you interested in low/nul-sec warfare in all it's glory? join our public chat The Slaughtered calf Inn.
Requirements:
Headset + Mic
Full API during interview
Active participation
Willing to train Doctrine
What we offer:
Fitting advice
PVP lessons
Small Gang Fleets
Cov/Black-Ops
This crimson liquid that flows through our veins,
It's not mere plasma or life that it sustains.
Blood is family bond that has no end,
Something that flowed till the lineage of men.
It's what makes us human;conscience a vessel,
These ropes of emotion a curse or a blessing.
This ruby red ink stains many sinful hands,
The gift of life replaced by guilt and death.
Boundaries and religion divide the human race,
It's the color of blood that matters and we all bleed the same.
Rules of Engagement: NBSI
Blood Raider Loyalists
We are looking for EU/AU timezone capsuleers.
Provinding Experienced people in PVP/PVE to guide the newbro's
Are you interested in low/nul-sec warfare in all it's glory? join our public chat The Slaughtered calf Inn.
Requirements:
Headset + Mic
Full API during interview
Active participation
Willing to train Doctrine
What we offer:
Fitting advice
PVP lessons
Small Gang Fleets
Cov/Black-Ops
This crimson liquid that flows through our veins,
It's not mere plasma or life that it sustains.
Blood is family bond that has no end,
Something that flowed till the lineage of men.
It's what makes us human;conscience a vessel,
These ropes of emotion a curse or a blessing.
This ruby red ink stains many sinful hands,
The gift of life replaced by guilt and death.
Boundaries and religion divide the human race,
It's the color of blood that matters and we all bleed the same.