- Creato il
- …
- Prossimo compleanno
- …
- Ultima attività
- …
- Security status
- 4.50
Scheda di combattimento
Numeri da eve-kill, di tutta la carriera
Combattimento
- Kill
- 254
- Perdite
- 119
- Efficienza
- 68%
- Indice di pericolo
- 100%
ISK
- Distrutti
- 47.64B
- Persi
- 20.10B
- Efficienza ISK
- 70%
- Bilancio
- +27.54B
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 11
- Percentuale solo
- 4%
- Colpi finali
- 54
- Punti
- 254
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 0
- Quota perdite NPC
- 0%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni
Danni inflitti30.5M
Danni subiti2.0M
Rapporto danni94%
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
Liberty StormDal giovedì 16 luglio 2009232 Kill87 Perdite
house of bladesDal domenica 10 maggio 20090 Kill0 Perdite
GenX Societies Inc.Dal sabato 19 gennaio 200819 Kill16 Perdite
Brutor TribeDal giovedì 17 gennaio 20080 Kill0 Perdite
Sarrow's SojournDal domenica 26 agosto 20073 Kill14 Perdite
Republic UniversityDal lunedì 6 agosto 20070 Kill0 Perdite
Bio in gioco
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
(proud to have been a member of GenX Societies)
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
(proud to have been a member of GenX Societies)