- Kill
- 1
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 7
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 0%
- ISK distrutti
- 12.7M
- +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
- 1
- Perdite
- 7
- Indice di pericolo
- 100%
- Colpi finali
- 0
- Punti
- 1
ISK
- Distrutti
- 12.7M
- Persi
- 3.92B
- Bilancio
- -3.91B
- 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 inflitti979
Rapporto danni · 6%
Danni subiti14.7K
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
Unrelenting, their endeavour to rule lives. Teaching you an artificial truth, that you will grieve no more, that you will die no more. Narrow minded mercenaries. slave traders, soul collectors.
Send a promise of distruction to those who will not kneel. derision of the upright ones; as fear devours all doubt's.
But there are so many things i hold beyond their reach, the doom you promised me may come, I'm not afraid. You can not save me, i am the counterweight, no need to save me, for im the counterweight.
And i will grieve no more, i will die no more.
Skyward's, the prayers we sent, of no avail. No fear of death will walk among us. Almost too limb to throw the stones. Marching into darkness, bowed down with grief, and marked by enslavement.
All the prayers we send, of no avail
They went unheard
Of no avail, the lives we gave
Our weakened legs and tattered shoes will cause no sound on icy streets.
Send a promise of distruction to those who will not kneel. derision of the upright ones; as fear devours all doubt's.
But there are so many things i hold beyond their reach, the doom you promised me may come, I'm not afraid. You can not save me, i am the counterweight, no need to save me, for im the counterweight.
And i will grieve no more, i will die no more.
Skyward's, the prayers we sent, of no avail. No fear of death will walk among us. Almost too limb to throw the stones. Marching into darkness, bowed down with grief, and marked by enslavement.
All the prayers we send, of no avail
They went unheard
Of no avail, the lives we gave
Our weakened legs and tattered shoes will cause no sound on icy streets.