1.00
- Kill
- 66
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 143
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 87%
- ISK distrutti
- 4.70B
- +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
- 66
- Perdite
- 143
- Indice di pericolo
- 98%
- Colpi finali
- 21
- Punti
- 66
ISK
- Distrutti
- 4.70B
- Persi
- 690.2M
- Bilancio
- +4.01B
- Efficienza ISK
- 87%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 14
- Percentuale solo
- 21%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 3
- Quota perdite NPC
- 2%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti101.6K
Rapporto danni · 23%
Danni subiti331.3K
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
Listen up!
I was born under the sterile skies of Caldari. The Megacorps drilled it into my head that loyalty is a contract and life is a debt. But here’s the thing — TANSTAAFL! I paid my dues in full until I realized that in the "State," you're just a spare part. If you break down or start thinking for yourself, you're scrapped.
I was scrapped in deep space. Left to grow cold in a hollow tin can among the wrecks.
MUNAKATA J pulled me out. He’s Gallente to the bone, the kind who shoots first and asks for ID later. He didn't lecture me on "freedom and democracy." He just said: "Kid, you can either die here like a loyal corporate dog, or come with me and start using your own brain."
I chose the latter. Now I fly under the Federation flag. Not because I love Senate politicians, but because here, I’m my own master!
One last thing:
I’m always down to buddy up with pilot who know their stuff! Provided you’ve got your wits about you.
If not — don’t take it personally when you see a fresh rack of Scorches heading your way. Nothing personal. It’s just that the Moon… I mean, Eve is a harsh mistress ;)
P.S. Sometimes I drop off the radar. For a year, two, maybe five. Don’t go looking for me in dock. Space is vast, and a cryo-pod is a reliable thing. Sometimes you just need to kill the transponder, slip into deep low-sec, and wait for the universe to turn a few more times. Call it a "long vacation" or a life-support glitch. I don't care. The main thing is, when I’m back — my aim is as sharp as ever.
I'm down to buddy up*! *Provided you're not a total dummy ;)
I was born under the sterile skies of Caldari. The Megacorps drilled it into my head that loyalty is a contract and life is a debt. But here’s the thing — TANSTAAFL! I paid my dues in full until I realized that in the "State," you're just a spare part. If you break down or start thinking for yourself, you're scrapped.
I was scrapped in deep space. Left to grow cold in a hollow tin can among the wrecks.
MUNAKATA J pulled me out. He’s Gallente to the bone, the kind who shoots first and asks for ID later. He didn't lecture me on "freedom and democracy." He just said: "Kid, you can either die here like a loyal corporate dog, or come with me and start using your own brain."
I chose the latter. Now I fly under the Federation flag. Not because I love Senate politicians, but because here, I’m my own master!
One last thing:
I’m always down to buddy up with pilot who know their stuff! Provided you’ve got your wits about you.
If not — don’t take it personally when you see a fresh rack of Scorches heading your way. Nothing personal. It’s just that the Moon… I mean, Eve is a harsh mistress ;)
P.S. Sometimes I drop off the radar. For a year, two, maybe five. Don’t go looking for me in dock. Space is vast, and a cryo-pod is a reliable thing. Sometimes you just need to kill the transponder, slip into deep low-sec, and wait for the universe to turn a few more times. Call it a "long vacation" or a life-support glitch. I don't care. The main thing is, when I’m back — my aim is as sharp as ever.
I'm down to buddy up*! *Provided you're not a total dummy ;)