4.40
- Kill
- 5
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 10
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 34%
- ISK distrutti
- 321.4M
- +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
- 5
- Perdite
- 10
- Indice di pericolo
- 100%
- Colpi finali
- 0
- Punti
- 5
ISK
- Distrutti
- 321.4M
- Persi
- 633.0M
- Bilancio
- -311.6M
- Efficienza ISK
- 34%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 0
- Percentuale solo
- 0%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 0
- Quota perdite NPC
- 0%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti0
Rapporto danni · 0%
Danni subiti71.5K
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
Earth spoke in whispers 'neath the old oak tree,
Roots entwined 'round tales of you and me.
With mossy carpets stretched wide and grand,
We found the truth in the whisper of land.
Verse 2 Water danced a waltz in the moon’s pale light,
Songs of rivers echoing deep in the night.
Carving valleys, tracing paths unknown,
It cradled sorrows in a liquid throne.
The flames of fire flickered with ancient lore,
A dance of passion, fierce and wild galore.
From hearth to hearth, it told tales of old,
Of warmth, of courage, and secrets untold.
And high above, the air weaved its song,
Carrying whispers of dreams, where they belong.
Through rustling leaves and sky-kissed wings,
It carried our hopes on invisible strings.
So let us sing of earth, water, fire, and air,
Their harmonies woven in nature’s grand affair.
In every breeze, every flame, every river’s flow,
Their ancient magic lingers, forever aglow.
— A folk song by Copilot
Roots entwined 'round tales of you and me.
With mossy carpets stretched wide and grand,
We found the truth in the whisper of land.
Verse 2 Water danced a waltz in the moon’s pale light,
Songs of rivers echoing deep in the night.
Carving valleys, tracing paths unknown,
It cradled sorrows in a liquid throne.
The flames of fire flickered with ancient lore,
A dance of passion, fierce and wild galore.
From hearth to hearth, it told tales of old,
Of warmth, of courage, and secrets untold.
And high above, the air weaved its song,
Carrying whispers of dreams, where they belong.
Through rustling leaves and sky-kissed wings,
It carried our hopes on invisible strings.
So let us sing of earth, water, fire, and air,
Their harmonies woven in nature’s grand affair.
In every breeze, every flame, every river’s flow,
Their ancient magic lingers, forever aglow.
— A folk song by Copilot