- Kill
- 7
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 9
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 75%
- ISK distrutti
- 1.38B
- +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
- 7
- Perdite
- 9
- Indice di pericolo
- 100%
- Colpi finali
- 1
- Punti
- 7
ISK
- Distrutti
- 1.38B
- Persi
- 464.4M
- Bilancio
- +915.4M
- Efficienza ISK
- 75%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 0
- Percentuale solo
- 0%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 0
- Quota perdite NPC
- 0%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti4.7K
Rapporto danni · 12%
Danni subiti34.1K
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
There is no King nor Queen
To rule over this land
The last remnants I have seen
Have sunk under the sand
A time of great rulership
Now forgotten in ancient lore
When honor in men went too deep
And by the sword they swore
The wooden halls were sacred
Blessed by gods, elves and wights alike
Wise man's words weren't wasted
Wisdom was the law's strike
The wolves howl and the ravens croak
The waking of a new dawn
Campfires and their black smoke
Time to store wheat and corn
Winter approaches with freezing wind
The realm of lords of hunting
Hares and deers were skinned
And back in the farm, the pig's grunting
Hard works ended at October's eve
Burning the soil, a blessing of fertility
The falling of the first leaf
The season's beginning of nature's hostility
Gathering wood to feed the flames
Snow and ice covers the door
To gods, we call upon their names
In need, they won't ignore
Surviving to watch the sun rise
One's victory every waking day
To rule over this land
The last remnants I have seen
Have sunk under the sand
A time of great rulership
Now forgotten in ancient lore
When honor in men went too deep
And by the sword they swore
The wooden halls were sacred
Blessed by gods, elves and wights alike
Wise man's words weren't wasted
Wisdom was the law's strike
The wolves howl and the ravens croak
The waking of a new dawn
Campfires and their black smoke
Time to store wheat and corn
Winter approaches with freezing wind
The realm of lords of hunting
Hares and deers were skinned
And back in the farm, the pig's grunting
Hard works ended at October's eve
Burning the soil, a blessing of fertility
The falling of the first leaf
The season's beginning of nature's hostility
Gathering wood to feed the flames
Snow and ice covers the door
To gods, we call upon their names
In need, they won't ignore
Surviving to watch the sun rise
One's victory every waking day