- Creato il
- …
- Prossimo compleanno
- …
- Security status
- 0.30
Scheda di combattimento
Numeri da eve-kill, di tutta la carriera
Combattimento
- Kill
- 0
- Perdite
- 0
- Efficienza
- 0%
- Indice di pericolo
- 0%
ISK
- Distrutti
- 0
- Persi
- 0
- Efficienza ISK
- 0%
- Bilancio
- +0
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
Profilo operativo
Come combatte, con chi e contro chi — ultimi 90 giorni
Attività
Cosa vola e dove combatte
I più preziosi
Chi incontra
Chi uccide, da chi viene ucciso e cosa perde
ClassificheUltimi 90g
Scafi persiUltimi 90g
Perdite suddivise per classe di scafo.
Carriera
Le corporazioni attraversate, dalla più recente
Bio in gioco
Hello stranger....so you want to know more about me? Well, brace yourself, it's an ugly story. I was born on the steppes of Hulm VII. My father was a manic depressed goat herder and my mother a jovial goat. It never bothered me much. What bothered me was my father's feelings for my pony. I drew a line there and one night I knocked him on the head with a keg of fermented Llama milk and promptly left the yurt. Hanging around the steppes as a down and out teen ager isn't what it's cracked up to be, so I hitched a ride out of system on a rusty freighter bound for an unfortunate sun dive later on. Before the tub burned, I was luckily kidnapped by Babel, a mad scientist who needed me for experiments. That was fine with me, but I wasn't ready for the religious epiphany that changed my life, cleansed my brain and made me wash my feet once a week. It's name was Big Dave and it looked like a very large veldspar asteroid, but we were not fooled by the clever disguise.