- Kill
- 107
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 36
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 83%
- ISK distrutti
- 12.86B
- +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
- 107
- Perdite
- 36
- Indice di pericolo
- 92%
- Colpi finali
- 37
- Punti
- 107
ISK
- Distrutti
- 12.86B
- Persi
- 2.58B
- Bilancio
- +10.28B
- Efficienza ISK
- 83%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 24
- Percentuale solo
- 22%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 3
- Quota perdite NPC
- 8%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti3.4M
Rapporto danni · 91%
Danni subiti348.8K
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
To those that aspire to fly alone,
We cannot abide; allow; condone.
Those wretched souls will cease forsooth
For we bring honor, fairness, truth
To those who live for rock and 'roid,
We are the light that outshines void
Justice for the wayward brood
Of those who prefer solitude
To those who refuse to coexist
The bot aspirants will not be missed
When we fill the sky with catalysts
We turn Exhumers into mist
Highsec, the treasure that is worth saving
A treasure collapsing, imploding, caving
We walk the path that's narrower, straighter
With every destroyed barge and freighter
So tremble when we in swarms arrive
We, the hands of James 315
For this we ask no reward or favors
Thus is the life of highsec's saviors
We cannot abide; allow; condone.
Those wretched souls will cease forsooth
For we bring honor, fairness, truth
To those who live for rock and 'roid,
We are the light that outshines void
Justice for the wayward brood
Of those who prefer solitude
To those who refuse to coexist
The bot aspirants will not be missed
When we fill the sky with catalysts
We turn Exhumers into mist
Highsec, the treasure that is worth saving
A treasure collapsing, imploding, caving
We walk the path that's narrower, straighter
With every destroyed barge and freighter
So tremble when we in swarms arrive
We, the hands of James 315
For this we ask no reward or favors
Thus is the life of highsec's saviors