3.40Pilota
Dena DiStellar
GallenteJin-Mei
- Kill
- 281
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 116
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 75%
- ISK distrutti
- 69.24B
- +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
- 281
- Perdite
- 116
- Indice di pericolo
- 100%
- Colpi finali
- 46
- Punti
- 281
ISK
- Distrutti
- 69.24B
- Persi
- 23.32B
- Bilancio
- +45.92B
- Efficienza ISK
- 75%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 6
- Percentuale solo
- 2%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 0
- Quota perdite NPC
- 0%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti2.2M
Rapporto danni · 54%
Danni subiti1.9M
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
This is the dark time, just about midnight
friday the thirteenth no way left to fight
thursday was the best day, the future was bright
saturday the first day, of the rest of my life
High Flight (John Gillespie Magee, Jr.)
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air....
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace.
Where never lark or even eagle flew —
And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
friday the thirteenth no way left to fight
thursday was the best day, the future was bright
saturday the first day, of the rest of my life
High Flight (John Gillespie Magee, Jr.)
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air....
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace.
Where never lark or even eagle flew —
And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.