- Kill
- 874
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 226
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 89%
- ISK distrutti
- 258.17B
- +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
- 874
- Perdite
- 226
- Indice di pericolo
- 98%
- Colpi finali
- 198
- Punti
- 874
ISK
- Distrutti
- 258.17B
- Persi
- 30.32B
- Bilancio
- +227.85B
- Efficienza ISK
- 89%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 53
- Percentuale solo
- 6%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 5
- Quota perdite NPC
- 2%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti8.6M
Rapporto danni · 81%
Danni subiti2.1M
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
"These are not the hands of a killer."
And they weren’t. Manicured to mechanical perfection, the nails polished immaculately, cut short at exactly two millimeters past the tip of the finger.
"Yet, we both know that I am. I have seen lives ended at the hands of enraged cattle, good people’s shells stripped apart by inelegant tools of destruction. I have in turn killed this cattle, throwing their lifeless husks to the hungry void. I have fought enemies sheltered by walls they thought would keep them safe. I have imagined their screams in my mind. My lasers danced across their unshielded armor-stripped hulls exposing empty interiors to space and I smiled as they died."
"These are not the hands of a killer," she said, looking squarely into the eyes of the young man across from him, "but this is the face of one."
And they weren’t. Manicured to mechanical perfection, the nails polished immaculately, cut short at exactly two millimeters past the tip of the finger.
"Yet, we both know that I am. I have seen lives ended at the hands of enraged cattle, good people’s shells stripped apart by inelegant tools of destruction. I have in turn killed this cattle, throwing their lifeless husks to the hungry void. I have fought enemies sheltered by walls they thought would keep them safe. I have imagined their screams in my mind. My lasers danced across their unshielded armor-stripped hulls exposing empty interiors to space and I smiled as they died."
"These are not the hands of a killer," she said, looking squarely into the eyes of the young man across from him, "but this is the face of one."