0.10
- Creato il
- …
- Prossimo compleanno
- …
- Ultima attività
- …
- Security status
- 0.10
Scheda di combattimento
Numeri da eve-kill, di tutta la carriera
Combattimento
- Kill
- 0
- Perdite
- 1
- Efficienza
- 0%
- Indice di pericolo
- 100%
ISK
- Distrutti
- 0
- Persi
- 274.8M
- Efficienza ISK
- 0%
- Bilancio
- -274.8M
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 0
- Percentuale solo
- 0%
- Colpi finali
- 0
- Punti
- 0
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 0
- Quota perdite NPC
- 0%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni
Danni inflitti0
Danni subiti8.1K
Rapporto danni0%
Profilo operativo
Come combatte, con chi e contro chi — ultimi 90 giorni
Attività
Cosa vola e dove combatte
NaviUltima settimana
Nessun dato in questo periodo.
SistemiUltima settimana
Nessun dato in questo periodo.
I più preziosi
Chi incontra
Chi uccide, da chi viene ucciso e cosa perde
ClassificheUltimi 90 giorni
Scafi persi
Perdite suddivise per classe di scafo.
Carriera
Le corporazioni attraversate, dalla più recente
Bio in gioco
Here\xb4s the Quirky Beast itself, old Krallas Meringhi, born to a pair of thieves in a decadent lunar colony... far, far away from Anywhere. No regrets about that, pals. But let`s say that I`m pretty good at cheating when playing cards, billiard, nanodice..., you name it.
However, I always pay my debts.
I love cheese, schyzoid women, and battered spaceships.
After growing up in a low-gravity environment, with high doses of gamma radiation and similar Mother Nature\xb4s benefits creeping around (including the cholera morbus and a protein-eating mold plague), I can say that my entire self is made of a different kind of flesh.
Am I a vagrant, a multicultural clown, a pimple in the face of Cosmos, or just a man of my time?
Make your choice.
However, I always pay my debts.
I love cheese, schyzoid women, and battered spaceships.
After growing up in a low-gravity environment, with high doses of gamma radiation and similar Mother Nature\xb4s benefits creeping around (including the cholera morbus and a protein-eating mold plague), I can say that my entire self is made of a different kind of flesh.
Am I a vagrant, a multicultural clown, a pimple in the face of Cosmos, or just a man of my time?
Make your choice.