- Kill
- 43
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 7
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 87%
- ISK distrutti
- 4.49B
- +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
- 43
- Perdite
- 7
- Indice di pericolo
- 100%
- Colpi finali
- 10
- Punti
- 43
ISK
- Distrutti
- 4.49B
- Persi
- 645.8M
- Bilancio
- +3.84B
- Efficienza ISK
- 87%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 3
- Percentuale solo
- 7%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 0
- Quota perdite NPC
- 0%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti30.9K
Rapporto danni · 66%
Danni subiti15.7K
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
Up until one century ago there lived
In the Zi Duang province of eastern country
A glass-like spider
Having devoured its prey
It would drape the skeletons over its web
In weeks creating a macabre
Shrine of remains
Its web was also unique in that it had many layers
Like floors in a building
At the top of this palace-like place
Assembled with almost apparent care
Were tiny, shining objects
Glass, beads, dew-drops
One could almost call it an altar
When the breeze blew
Thru this construction
It produced sounds of wailing, crying
Tiny wails, tiny cries
The baby spiders would get scared
And search frantically for their mother
But the Glass Spider would have long gone
Having known that the babies
Would survive somehow on their own
Oh-The Glass…
In the Zi Duang province of eastern country
A glass-like spider
Having devoured its prey
It would drape the skeletons over its web
In weeks creating a macabre
Shrine of remains
Its web was also unique in that it had many layers
Like floors in a building
At the top of this palace-like place
Assembled with almost apparent care
Were tiny, shining objects
Glass, beads, dew-drops
One could almost call it an altar
When the breeze blew
Thru this construction
It produced sounds of wailing, crying
Tiny wails, tiny cries
The baby spiders would get scared
And search frantically for their mother
But the Glass Spider would have long gone
Having known that the babies
Would survive somehow on their own
Oh-The Glass…