3.00Pilota
John Pastis
AmarrNi-Kunni
- Kill
- 54
- +6 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 38
- +5 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 95%
- ISK distrutti
- 16.80B
- +1.70B negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Attività
- Bassa
- 0,1 kill/giorno · ultimi 90 giorni
Scheda di combattimento
Numeri da eve-kill, di tutta la carriera
Combattimento
- Kill
- 54
- Perdite
- 38
- Indice di pericolo
- 87%
- Colpi finali
- 6
- Punti
- 42
ISK
- Distrutti
- 16.80B
- Persi
- 889.1M
- Bilancio
- +15.91B
- Efficienza ISK
- 95%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 6
- Percentuale solo
- 11%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 5
- Quota perdite NPC
- 13%
- Attività
- Bassa
Danni inflitti1.3M
Rapporto danni · 88%
Danni subiti181.3K
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
John Pastis was born on the planet Amarr prime to a bourgeois family, who according to legends were distant descendants of "French" scientific officers (if that really means anything).
For centuries, the Pastis family made their fortune in the beaver balls trade.
The latter were one of the key ingredients of one of the most famous wines among the Amarr aristocracy.
John, being the eldest of his brothers, was of course expected to succeed his father as CEO of the company.
But deep down in his heart, he knew, from his earliest childhood that his destiny lay beyond the boundaries of known space.
And above all he would no longer have to think about these beaver balls.
So he decided to throw everything away, bought a cheap shit ship, joined a training programm to become a capsuleer, who are considered to be the elite or said "la crème de la crème" of humanity, and now tries to get rich by his own.
Nowadays he mines, he craft, he trips around but most importantly he chills his way out
For centuries, the Pastis family made their fortune in the beaver balls trade.
The latter were one of the key ingredients of one of the most famous wines among the Amarr aristocracy.
John, being the eldest of his brothers, was of course expected to succeed his father as CEO of the company.
But deep down in his heart, he knew, from his earliest childhood that his destiny lay beyond the boundaries of known space.
And above all he would no longer have to think about these beaver balls.
So he decided to throw everything away, bought a cheap shit ship, joined a training programm to become a capsuleer, who are considered to be the elite or said "la crème de la crème" of humanity, and now tries to get rich by his own.
Nowadays he mines, he craft, he trips around but most importantly he chills his way out