1.70
- Kill
- 77
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 46
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 86%
- ISK distrutti
- 21.85B
- +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
- 77
- Perdite
- 46
- Indice di pericolo
- 100%
- Colpi finali
- 8
- Punti
- 71
ISK
- Distrutti
- 21.85B
- Persi
- 3.63B
- Bilancio
- +18.21B
- Efficienza ISK
- 86%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 3
- Percentuale solo
- 4%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 0
- Quota perdite NPC
- 0%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti35.3K
Rapporto danni · 22%
Danni subiti127.5K
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
In the chaotic sprawl of New Eden, Dopio moves quietly, a name known mostly among those who’ve had the misfortune of crossing his path. A freelance operator with few loyalties and fewer illusions, Dopio’s work rarely makes headlines — but the wreckage left behind tends to speak for itself. His presence marks the slow bleed of smaller corporations, the sudden failure of ambitions that never saw him coming.
Unlike the loud heroes and warlords who fill the comm channels with bravado, Dopio favors a subtler approach. Flying under cloak whenever possible, he relies on specialised covert hulls to hit targets with careful precision. His jobs are often small in scope but heavy in impact — a missing freighter here, a downed fleet scout there — the kind of disruptions that slowly wear down bigger plans. Those who hire him usually do so quietly, passing contracts through shadowy channels where deniability matters more than payment. There are no lines he won't cross—he actively preys on the defenseless if the profit is right—and anyone in his way is fair game. This total lack of honor, while ruthless, is why clients consider him effective, even if nobody calls him a "man with a conscience." Motives? Nobody knows. Some say Dopio is just another drifter scraping by in a brutal galaxy. Others claim he’s hiding a more personal agenda, chasing ghosts from a past tied to the Caldari State. He doesn’t offer answers. In fact, he hardly speaks at all — just a few cold words in local before disappearing into the void. Whispers sometimes tie him to vicious syndicates like the Guristas Pirates or black-market smuggler rings, but nobody’s ever alive to prove it. In truth, Dopio is driven neither by grand ideology nor the simple need to survive; he is driven by malice, eager to remind the powerful that even the smallest crack in their armor can shatter everything. In a universe where trust is rare and life is cheap, Dopio is the shadow you notice only when it’s already too late.
Unlike the loud heroes and warlords who fill the comm channels with bravado, Dopio favors a subtler approach. Flying under cloak whenever possible, he relies on specialised covert hulls to hit targets with careful precision. His jobs are often small in scope but heavy in impact — a missing freighter here, a downed fleet scout there — the kind of disruptions that slowly wear down bigger plans. Those who hire him usually do so quietly, passing contracts through shadowy channels where deniability matters more than payment. There are no lines he won't cross—he actively preys on the defenseless if the profit is right—and anyone in his way is fair game. This total lack of honor, while ruthless, is why clients consider him effective, even if nobody calls him a "man with a conscience." Motives? Nobody knows. Some say Dopio is just another drifter scraping by in a brutal galaxy. Others claim he’s hiding a more personal agenda, chasing ghosts from a past tied to the Caldari State. He doesn’t offer answers. In fact, he hardly speaks at all — just a few cold words in local before disappearing into the void. Whispers sometimes tie him to vicious syndicates like the Guristas Pirates or black-market smuggler rings, but nobody’s ever alive to prove it. In truth, Dopio is driven neither by grand ideology nor the simple need to survive; he is driven by malice, eager to remind the powerful that even the smallest crack in their armor can shatter everything. In a universe where trust is rare and life is cheap, Dopio is the shadow you notice only when it’s already too late.