- Kill
- 151
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 32
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 96%
- ISK distrutti
- 37.42B
- +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
- 151
- Perdite
- 32
- Indice di pericolo
- 84%
- Colpi finali
- 20
- Punti
- 151
ISK
- Distrutti
- 37.42B
- Persi
- 1.71B
- Bilancio
- +35.71B
- Efficienza ISK
- 96%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 4
- Percentuale solo
- 3%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 5
- Quota perdite NPC
- 16%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti310.9K
Rapporto danni · 35%
Danni subiti579.6K
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
When the white eagle of the north is flying overhead.
And the browns, reds and golds of autumn; lie in the gutter dead.
Remember then, the summer birds with wings of fire; flaming.
Come to witness springs new hope, born of leaves decaying.
As new life will come from death, love will come at liesure;
love of love, love of life; and giving without measure.....
gives in return, the wonderous yearn of promise; almost seen.
Live hand in hand, and together we will stand.....
on the threshold of a dream.
These words are my only memory from a time before I awoke to find myself encapsulated in a gunk filled pod, begining my new existence as a capsuleer in this insane universe.
It's been over fourty years now, and I am still none the wiser where I am origionally from, or how or why I am here.
Maybe the future will reveal some answers..
And the browns, reds and golds of autumn; lie in the gutter dead.
Remember then, the summer birds with wings of fire; flaming.
Come to witness springs new hope, born of leaves decaying.
As new life will come from death, love will come at liesure;
love of love, love of life; and giving without measure.....
gives in return, the wonderous yearn of promise; almost seen.
Live hand in hand, and together we will stand.....
on the threshold of a dream.
These words are my only memory from a time before I awoke to find myself encapsulated in a gunk filled pod, begining my new existence as a capsuleer in this insane universe.
It's been over fourty years now, and I am still none the wiser where I am origionally from, or how or why I am here.
Maybe the future will reveal some answers..