- Kill
- 5
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 11
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 46%
- ISK distrutti
- 840.3M
- +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
- 5
- Perdite
- 11
- Indice di pericolo
- 100%
- Colpi finali
- 3
- Punti
- 5
ISK
- Distrutti
- 840.3M
- Persi
- 971.6M
- Bilancio
- -131.3M
- Efficienza ISK
- 46%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 3
- Percentuale solo
- 60%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 0
- Quota perdite NPC
- 0%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti5.4K
Rapporto danni · 8%
Danni subiti64.5K
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
Skymother, the stars in her eyes killed her mother and father. Took the family fortune to pay for flight school.
Guess they shouldn't have told her she could be whatever she wanted when they couldn't aford to eat.
Spending most of her chieldhood sleeping in the street has hightened her sensess and made her ruthless in all things. Now she is a clone and death only slows her down, never stopping her. If there was anyone that should never know this tech it is Skymother. She will fly a corvette at a battleship just to see if it can be done. The loss of a ship is just another lesson. A kill is the lesson learned.
She now has a home, tucked into her pod, warm and secure in the sweet amniotic fluid. Peace she has found in the death of others.
The stars themselves will whisper her name, dimming in fear she may notice them and take offence at their glow.
My Mumma told me "Play nice with the other kids, but if they wont play nice, knock them to the ground and stomp on their heads!"
Guess they shouldn't have told her she could be whatever she wanted when they couldn't aford to eat.
Spending most of her chieldhood sleeping in the street has hightened her sensess and made her ruthless in all things. Now she is a clone and death only slows her down, never stopping her. If there was anyone that should never know this tech it is Skymother. She will fly a corvette at a battleship just to see if it can be done. The loss of a ship is just another lesson. A kill is the lesson learned.
She now has a home, tucked into her pod, warm and secure in the sweet amniotic fluid. Peace she has found in the death of others.
The stars themselves will whisper her name, dimming in fear she may notice them and take offence at their glow.
My Mumma told me "Play nice with the other kids, but if they wont play nice, knock them to the ground and stomp on their heads!"