-2.10
- Kill
- 12.253
- +42 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 833
- +10 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 98%
- ISK distrutti
- 9.14T
- +11.69B negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Attività
- Media
- 0,5 kill/giorno · ultimi 90 giorni
Scheda di combattimento
Numeri da eve-kill, di tutta la carriera
Combattimento
- Kill
- 12.253
- Perdite
- 833
- Indice di pericolo
- 94%
- Colpi finali
- 2431
- Punti
- 11.300
ISK
- Distrutti
- 9.14T
- Persi
- 216.58B
- Bilancio
- +8.93T
- Efficienza ISK
- 98%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 575
- Percentuale solo
- 5%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 53
- Quota perdite NPC
- 6%
- Attività
- Media
Danni inflitti94.7M
Rapporto danni · 80%
Danni subiti24.0M
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
"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Someone had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
Living by chance, loving by choice, killing by profession!
Slave Childs never die, they are just MIA. Legends are not born, they are willed into existence.
Those that die, are not forgotten, and those that live, live to fight another day.
Nobody is born on purpose, nor are they given a purpose; they must find their own, way, their own path, and they must forge their own destiny.
Never pity the dead, pity the living. And above all else, live well, fight hard, and die with honor.
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Someone had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
Living by chance, loving by choice, killing by profession!
Slave Childs never die, they are just MIA. Legends are not born, they are willed into existence.
Those that die, are not forgotten, and those that live, live to fight another day.
Nobody is born on purpose, nor are they given a purpose; they must find their own, way, their own path, and they must forge their own destiny.
Never pity the dead, pity the living. And above all else, live well, fight hard, and die with honor.