- Kill
- 28
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 12
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 65%
- ISK distrutti
- 2.97B
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Attività
- Inattivo
- 0 kill/giorno · ultimi 90 giorni
Scheda di combattimento
Numeri da eve-kill, di tutta la carriera
Combattimento
- Kill
- 28
- Perdite
- 12
- Indice di pericolo
- 75%
- Colpi finali
- 2
- Punti
- 28
ISK
- Distrutti
- 2.97B
- Persi
- 1.58B
- Bilancio
- +1.39B
- Efficienza ISK
- 65%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 0
- Percentuale solo
- 0%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 3
- Quota perdite NPC
- 25%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti400.0K
Rapporto danni · 85%
Danni subiti72.5K
Attività
Cosa vola, dove combatte, le ultime kill e perdite
I più preziosi
Le kill più costose del periodo
Chi incontra
Chi uccide, da chi viene ucciso e cosa perde
Ultimi 90g
Uccisi
Ucciso da
Scafi persiPerdite suddivise per classe di scafo.
Bio in gioco
Explorers Lament
I sit before you, a Quiet Man, secure in my standing and rich in my experience.
I drink my stout, both sweet and bitter, while telling tales of the Great Unknown.
I am an explorer.
All the while, I watch your eyes, The Questions, The Longing, The Hunger for more.
My eyes drift from your anticipating gaze, towards the door. It opens suddenly.
I am an Explorer.
Before the door shuts, I catch a glimpse of what lays beyond. The Mystery. The Paradox.
It has begun. A whisper. A sound so soft, sip by sip of my strong stout, it demands more and more.
I am an EXPLORER !
I can't take it, the blaring demand, The consuming NEED. A Desire So agonizing. I toss my stout to the table,
I crash thru the room and smash thru the door! I must, I must! I Scream.
Into the GREAT UNKNOWN!
As I leave, I see your bewildered eyes. But it is too late, it has already begun,
You too will be a Quiet Man.
I sit before you, a Quiet Man, secure in my standing and rich in my experience.
I drink my stout, both sweet and bitter, while telling tales of the Great Unknown.
I am an explorer.
All the while, I watch your eyes, The Questions, The Longing, The Hunger for more.
My eyes drift from your anticipating gaze, towards the door. It opens suddenly.
I am an Explorer.
Before the door shuts, I catch a glimpse of what lays beyond. The Mystery. The Paradox.
It has begun. A whisper. A sound so soft, sip by sip of my strong stout, it demands more and more.
I am an EXPLORER !
I can't take it, the blaring demand, The consuming NEED. A Desire So agonizing. I toss my stout to the table,
I crash thru the room and smash thru the door! I must, I must! I Scream.
Into the GREAT UNKNOWN!
As I leave, I see your bewildered eyes. But it is too late, it has already begun,
You too will be a Quiet Man.