- Kill
- 24
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 28
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 89%
- ISK distrutti
- 3.32B
- +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
- 28
- Indice di pericolo
- 93%
- Colpi finali
- 0
- Punti
- 24
ISK
- Distrutti
- 3.32B
- Persi
- 416.6M
- Bilancio
- +2.90B
- Efficienza ISK
- 89%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 0
- Percentuale solo
- 0%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 2
- Quota perdite NPC
- 7%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti6.8K
Rapporto danni · 5%
Danni subiti125.0K
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
Just a zealot with a taste for cash
If my random chatter doesn't make sense, get on vent for the other half
The saga of ChristmasMarine.
ChristmasMarine was born into a Khanid family of minor nobility. While his birth status was high in the feudal Empire, his fortunes were not, and he spent much of his early childhood in poverty. This lack of wealth led him to strike out at the wealthier aspects of society, as he believed that his life had been stolen from him. Eventually, in despair, he turned to religion.
To his great disappointment, however, the holy texts held no comfort to him. All he saw was simply another justification of the status quo. With this last, final failing, he sank into drink and despair. However, it was not for long.
One night, after a heavy drinking session, ChristmasMarine was woken by the tapping of a boot against his side. AS he groggily awoke, the swirl of color in his vision solidified into a Gallentean man, who stared
If my random chatter doesn't make sense, get on vent for the other half
The saga of ChristmasMarine.
ChristmasMarine was born into a Khanid family of minor nobility. While his birth status was high in the feudal Empire, his fortunes were not, and he spent much of his early childhood in poverty. This lack of wealth led him to strike out at the wealthier aspects of society, as he believed that his life had been stolen from him. Eventually, in despair, he turned to religion.
To his great disappointment, however, the holy texts held no comfort to him. All he saw was simply another justification of the status quo. With this last, final failing, he sank into drink and despair. However, it was not for long.
One night, after a heavy drinking session, ChristmasMarine was woken by the tapping of a boot against his side. AS he groggily awoke, the swirl of color in his vision solidified into a Gallentean man, who stared