5.00
- Kill
- 38
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 38
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 23%
- ISK distrutti
- 3.43B
- +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
- 38
- Perdite
- 38
- Indice di pericolo
- 84%
- Colpi finali
- 13
- Punti
- 38
ISK
- Distrutti
- 3.43B
- Persi
- 11.40B
- Bilancio
- -7.98B
- Efficienza ISK
- 23%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 10
- Percentuale solo
- 26%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 6
- Quota perdite NPC
- 16%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti6.4M
Rapporto danni · 93%
Danni subiti483.7K
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
Lagartija Nick is a roleplayer and will only speak in character.
Once considered one of the avant-garde elite of the garbage sculpture scene, Nick is now a space-jockey with a bad habit of dispensing ammunition at the wrong target.
It's not easy to explain how Nick ended up taking this career shift, but it can best be explained by simply saying that Ophelia Hawthorne was the greatest thing to ever fall out of his trashbin.
It wasn't long after discovering his new chauffeur that a swift and consuming romance followed. Night after night Nick found himself not wanting to end up at the eve's gallery party, but instead wished to keep driving with no intended desitination.
And thus he found himself swept from a stale and boring life of garbage and latex-fetish driven debauchery, and dropped into a somewhat cramped, but exciting pod.
Once considered one of the avant-garde elite of the garbage sculpture scene, Nick is now a space-jockey with a bad habit of dispensing ammunition at the wrong target.
It's not easy to explain how Nick ended up taking this career shift, but it can best be explained by simply saying that Ophelia Hawthorne was the greatest thing to ever fall out of his trashbin.
It wasn't long after discovering his new chauffeur that a swift and consuming romance followed. Night after night Nick found himself not wanting to end up at the eve's gallery party, but instead wished to keep driving with no intended desitination.
And thus he found himself swept from a stale and boring life of garbage and latex-fetish driven debauchery, and dropped into a somewhat cramped, but exciting pod.