- Kill
- 8
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 35
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 84%
- ISK distrutti
- 7.78B
- +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
- 8
- Perdite
- 35
- Indice di pericolo
- 100%
- Colpi finali
- 3
- Punti
- 8
ISK
- Distrutti
- 7.78B
- Persi
- 1.53B
- Bilancio
- +6.25B
- Efficienza ISK
- 84%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 2
- Percentuale solo
- 25%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 0
- Quota perdite NPC
- 0%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti132.4K
Rapporto danni · 39%
Danni subiti209.0K
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
"From the fires of war, a man is forged. But it is the choices he makes that shape his future."
When I was a small boy, my mother would sing me this very song. It went like this:
"☠j̵̾f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑s̴̀e̸f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎j̴͎̖̔̊͊̀̈́̿͂͂̄́̕͝m̴̡̧͎̭b̸̡̧͖̞̓̽̊̆ö̵̝̻̭̥́s̷̀̉e̴f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑s̴̀e̸f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎s̷̀̉e̴ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑j̴͍̔̊͊̀̈́̿͂͂̄́̕͝i̷̜̺̳̲͎̖̍͘ṃ̴̡̧̳͍̭̱̙̱͔̯͎̭͌͊b̸̨̡̧͈͖̞̓̽̊̆ö̵̧̝̻̭̥́̑s̴̀̉e̸f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎s̷̀̉f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑s̴̀e̸f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎s̷̀̉e̴e̴s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑s̴̀e̸f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑s̴̀e̸f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎s̷̀̉e̴ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑s̴̀e̸f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎s̷̀̉e̴f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎s̷̀̉e̴f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑s̴̀e̸f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎s̷̀̉e̴ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑s̴̀e̸f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎s̷̀̉e̴f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂ö̵̧̝̻̭̥́̑s̴̀e̸f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎s̷̀̉f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑s̴̀e̸f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎s̷̀̉e̴e̴s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑s̴̀e̸f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑s̴̀e̸f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎s̷̀̉e̴ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑s̴̀e̸f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎s̷̀̉e̴f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂" and it still reminds me of her...
The song lingers—haunting, unsettling, but alive. Each word, each note, binds me to a past I can no longer escape, and a future I am destined to reshape.
It is not just a song. It is a legacy—my legacy, and the legacy of my brother. The very fabric of the universe trembles in its wake, for in this melody lies a power that can no longer be ignored.
It is a call to arms. It is the gathering of forces, a moment of triumph. The song will ignite the fires of change across galaxies, stir the hearts of those who still sleep, and awaken something greater than what anyone could have ever imagined.
My family, my brother, will stand by my side. We will reshape the stars, carve our names into the void, and bend the universe to our will. The future will bow before us, for we are the ones who will finally rewrite it.
The song is the key. And with it, the universe will never be the same again.
When I was a small boy, my mother would sing me this very song. It went like this:
"☠j̵̾f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑s̴̀e̸f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎j̴͎̖̔̊͊̀̈́̿͂͂̄́̕͝m̴̡̧͎̭b̸̡̧͖̞̓̽̊̆ö̵̝̻̭̥́s̷̀̉e̴f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑s̴̀e̸f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎s̷̀̉e̴ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑j̴͍̔̊͊̀̈́̿͂͂̄́̕͝i̷̜̺̳̲͎̖̍͘ṃ̴̡̧̳͍̭̱̙̱͔̯͎̭͌͊b̸̨̡̧͈͖̞̓̽̊̆ö̵̧̝̻̭̥́̑s̴̀̉e̸f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎s̷̀̉f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑s̴̀e̸f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎s̷̀̉e̴e̴s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑s̴̀e̸f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑s̴̀e̸f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎s̷̀̉e̴ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑s̴̀e̸f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎s̷̀̉e̴f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎s̷̀̉e̴f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑s̴̀e̸f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎s̷̀̉e̴ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑s̴̀e̸f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎s̷̀̉e̴f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂ö̵̧̝̻̭̥́̑s̴̀e̸f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎s̷̀̉f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑s̴̀e̸f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎s̷̀̉e̴e̴s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑s̴̀e̸f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑s̴̀e̸f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎s̷̀̉e̴ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̵̏é̸̈̐̉̓ŝ̵̰̽̉͂̓f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂d̴f̷̧̑s̴̀e̸f̵̢̉ͅ ̷̡̛̤̝̎s̷̀̉e̴f̸̍̀ ̶̨̤̿̀̕s̵̩̰̲̿̔̋̂" and it still reminds me of her...
The song lingers—haunting, unsettling, but alive. Each word, each note, binds me to a past I can no longer escape, and a future I am destined to reshape.
It is not just a song. It is a legacy—my legacy, and the legacy of my brother. The very fabric of the universe trembles in its wake, for in this melody lies a power that can no longer be ignored.
It is a call to arms. It is the gathering of forces, a moment of triumph. The song will ignite the fires of change across galaxies, stir the hearts of those who still sleep, and awaken something greater than what anyone could have ever imagined.
My family, my brother, will stand by my side. We will reshape the stars, carve our names into the void, and bend the universe to our will. The future will bow before us, for we are the ones who will finally rewrite it.
The song is the key. And with it, the universe will never be the same again.