- Kill
- 3322
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 112
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 99%
- ISK distrutti
- 2.70T
- +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
- 3322
- Perdite
- 112
- Indice di pericolo
- 96%
- Colpi finali
- 304
- Punti
- 3322
ISK
- Distrutti
- 2.70T
- Persi
- 14.43B
- Bilancio
- +2.69T
- Efficienza ISK
- 99%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 62
- Percentuale solo
- 2%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 4
- Quota perdite NPC
- 4%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti44.0M
Rapporto danni · 97%
Danni subiti1.3M
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
Not so the Borderer:- bred to war,
He knew the battle’s din afar,
And joyed to hear it swell.
His peaceful day was slothful ease;
Nor harp, nor pipe, his ear could please
Like the loud slogan yell.
On active steed, with lance and blade,
The light-armed pricker plied his trade -
Let nobles fight for fame;
Let vassals follow where they lead,
Burghers to guard their townships bleed,
But war’s the Borderer’s game.
Their gain, their glory, their delight,
To sleep the day, maraud the night
O’er mountain, moss, and moor;
Joyful to fight they took their way,
Scarce caring who might win the day,
Their booty was secure.
He knew the battle’s din afar,
And joyed to hear it swell.
His peaceful day was slothful ease;
Nor harp, nor pipe, his ear could please
Like the loud slogan yell.
On active steed, with lance and blade,
The light-armed pricker plied his trade -
Let nobles fight for fame;
Let vassals follow where they lead,
Burghers to guard their townships bleed,
But war’s the Borderer’s game.
Their gain, their glory, their delight,
To sleep the day, maraud the night
O’er mountain, moss, and moor;
Joyful to fight they took their way,
Scarce caring who might win the day,
Their booty was secure.