- Kill
- 0
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 9
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 0%
- ISK distrutti
- 0
- +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
- 0
- Perdite
- 9
- Indice di pericolo
- 100%
- Colpi finali
- 0
- Punti
- 0
ISK
- Distrutti
- 0
- Persi
- 35.9M
- Bilancio
- -35.9M
- Efficienza ISK
- 0%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 0
- Percentuale solo
- 0%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 0
- Quota perdite NPC
- 0%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti0
Rapporto danni · 0%
Danni subiti6.7K
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
It is said, that a man should be judged by his deeds alone.
Not by his ancestry, nor by his heritage. Not by shame that was brought upon our race by the enslavers. We were timid, afraid of golden eagles of death, entering the orbit of our homeworld as if it was theirs for the taking. A punishment from the gods for our sins, our priests said. A test of courage in the light of darkness, our leaders said. End of line. Each man on his own from here, our generals said.
We were weak, held back by faith in a greater good. Faith that justice would prevail.
It did not. We were enslaved, enslaved by the people that the ancestors of our ancestors had once called brothers. Enslaved by a race which had long forgotten the noble visions humanity once aspired to, driven by fanatical zeal.
Not by his ancestry, nor by his heritage. Not by shame that was brought upon our race by the enslavers. We were timid, afraid of golden eagles of death, entering the orbit of our homeworld as if it was theirs for the taking. A punishment from the gods for our sins, our priests said. A test of courage in the light of darkness, our leaders said. End of line. Each man on his own from here, our generals said.
We were weak, held back by faith in a greater good. Faith that justice would prevail.
It did not. We were enslaved, enslaved by the people that the ancestors of our ancestors had once called brothers. Enslaved by a race which had long forgotten the noble visions humanity once aspired to, driven by fanatical zeal.