- Kill
- 24
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 90
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 26%
- ISK distrutti
- 2.87B
- +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
- 24
- Perdite
- 90
- Indice di pericolo
- 93%
- Colpi finali
- 5
- Punti
- 24
ISK
- Distrutti
- 2.87B
- Persi
- 8.25B
- Bilancio
- -5.38B
- Efficienza ISK
- 26%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 2
- Percentuale solo
- 8%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 6
- Quota perdite NPC
- 7%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti2.4M
Rapporto danni · 73%
Danni subiti903.1K
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
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.