3.70Pilota
Flak Ygdral
MinmatarBrutor
Corporazione[DEAM] Distributed Enforcement and MitigationNessuna alleanza- Kill
- 34
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 28
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 98%
- ISK distrutti
- 4.43B
- +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
- 34
- Perdite
- 28
- Indice di pericolo
- 100%
- Colpi finali
- 1
- Punti
- 34
ISK
- Distrutti
- 4.43B
- Persi
- 85.2M
- Bilancio
- +4.35B
- Efficienza ISK
- 98%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 0
- Percentuale solo
- 0%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 0
- Quota perdite NPC
- 0%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti2.4M
Rapporto danni · 98%
Danni subiti50.0K
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
Damage Specialist. Unfortunately mainly the unauthorized kind.
Finished bottom of his class. Too busy with the booze and the drugs.
And his obsession with Gallente women.
With his nack for starting drunken brawls, he made a name of himself in several Gallente systems.
Why he left Gallente space might have to do with a certain woman.
Damage Types to Fire at Enemies: Anything on hand (not the sofa tho)
----- From a Short Story by Isis -----
Flak couldn't find his bottle, perhaps the card-switching witch had stolen it. She was still there but he'd lost his grasp as he awed the winning pair on the table. It was his pair yet at the same time, deep down, he knew it wasn't.
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Finished bottom of his class. Too busy with the booze and the drugs.
And his obsession with Gallente women.
With his nack for starting drunken brawls, he made a name of himself in several Gallente systems.
Why he left Gallente space might have to do with a certain woman.
Damage Types to Fire at Enemies: Anything on hand (not the sofa tho)
----- From a Short Story by Isis -----
Flak couldn't find his bottle, perhaps the card-switching witch had stolen it. She was still there but he'd lost his grasp as he awed the winning pair on the table. It was his pair yet at the same time, deep down, he knew it wasn't.
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