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Kill
2
+0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
Perdite
39
+0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
5%
Efficienza
Efficienza ISK 9%
ISK distrutti
64.4M
+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
2
Perdite
39
Indice di pericolo
95%
Colpi finali
1
Punti
2

ISK

Distrutti
64.4M
Persi
635.4M
Bilancio
-571.0M
Efficienza ISK
9%

Solo

Kill in solo
0
Percentuale solo
0%
Kill medie/giorno
—

Altro

Perdite contro NPC
2
Quota perdite NPC
5%
Attività
Inattivo
Danni inflitti1.6K
Rapporto danni · 1%
Danni subiti126.5K

Attività

Cosa vola, dove combatte, le ultime kill e perdite

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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

Before applying to and graduating as a cadet from the Federal Navy Academy , Eva was just a normal student working on her undergrad in the Fine Arts. The change occurred as a result of a psychological programing experiment disguised as an elective psychology course. In taking it she, unknowingly, exposed herself to behavioral conditioning that altered her mental makeup and personality.

The graduation was with distinction, an honor for a Gallente pilot and a sign of recognized innate skill for flying starships. Her altered personality and mind had gone hand in hand with a fly girl’s mentality of engage, shoot, and destroy. The programming had become not so much an enhancement but an alteration of perception to how she saw the world. In part, it allowed her to process emotions differently in the heat of battle, improving her performance by prioritizing when and where she was allowed to feel them.

Eva in her current year ignores her skills as an artist though. Art is an expression of self and given the changes she’s been through, it is here that she sees those most of all. The clear blue skies she once sketched and painted had become dark hues of red for a setting sun. A pavilion known for its beauty and peace was plastered in foreboding shadows. Everything she made was different, darker, and more emotional than before but she had no idea why. Not knowing why you were suddenly different was a difficult concept for one’s mind, and much easier to ignore without things in your life that reminded you of it.