4.60Pilota
One Last Kiss
CaldariDeteis
- Kill
- 1302
- +678 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 33
- +7 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 99%
- ISK distrutti
- 1.25T
- +940.06B negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Attività
- Molto alta
- 7,5 kill/giorno · ultimi 90 giorni
Scheda di combattimento
Numeri da eve-kill, di tutta la carriera
Combattimento
- Kill
- 1302
- Perdite
- 33
- Indice di pericolo
- 94%
- Colpi finali
- 80
- Punti
- 307
ISK
- Distrutti
- 1.25T
- Persi
- 8.65B
- Bilancio
- +1.24T
- Efficienza ISK
- 99%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 30
- Percentuale solo
- 2%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 2
- Quota perdite NPC
- 6%
- Attività
- Molto alta
Danni inflitti2.2M
Rapporto danni · 93%
Danni subiti160.9K
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
Graduates of the State War Academy's Combat Pilot Center are known for their quick thinking and finely honed reflexes.
As an unperfect actor on the stage. Who with his fear is put beside his part.
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage. Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart.
So I, for fear of trust, forget to say. The perfect ceremony of love's rite.
And in mine own love's strength seem to decay. O'ercharg'd with burthen of mine own love's might.
O! let my books be then the eloquence. And dumb presagers of my speaking breast.
Who plead for love, and look for recompense. More than that tongue that more hath more express'd.
- William Shakespeare
As an unperfect actor on the stage. Who with his fear is put beside his part.
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage. Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart.
So I, for fear of trust, forget to say. The perfect ceremony of love's rite.
And in mine own love's strength seem to decay. O'ercharg'd with burthen of mine own love's might.
O! let my books be then the eloquence. And dumb presagers of my speaking breast.
Who plead for love, and look for recompense. More than that tongue that more hath more express'd.
- William Shakespeare