-10.00
- Kill
- 3537
- +515 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 159
- +87 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 100%
- ISK distrutti
- 2.86T
- +1.58T negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Attività
- Molto alta
- 5,7 kill/giorno · ultimi 90 giorni
Scheda di combattimento
Numeri da eve-kill, di tutta la carriera
Combattimento
- Kill
- 3537
- Perdite
- 159
- Indice di pericolo
- 67%
- Colpi finali
- 1595
- Punti
- 2663
ISK
- Distrutti
- 2.86T
- Persi
- 2.27B
- Bilancio
- +2.86T
- Efficienza ISK
- 100%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 1027
- Percentuale solo
- 29%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 52
- Quota perdite NPC
- 33%
- Attività
- Molto alta
Danni inflitti8.5M
Rapporto danni · 93%
Danni subiti625.2K
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
Ahbazon.
A forgotten scar in the depths of low-sec.
To some, it’s a graveyard.
To others, it’s a hunting ground.
But to me... it is home.
I don’t live for the light of empire space, for the comfort of Concord's cradle or the sweet illusion of safety. No—I exist in the margins, in the silence between system jumps, in the milliseconds before your overview flickers red.
Out here, there are no rules.
Only shadows.
Only the truth.
And the truth is… power isn’t granted by skill injectors or flashy killboards. It is taken, seized, carved into reality with each torpedo, each warp scram, each ship torn apart in glorious ruin.
They ask, “Who is that lurking by the Ahbazon gate?”
They whisper, “What madman flies into a camp with only a T1 frigate and a dream?”
They do not understand.
For I… am not a capsuleer.
I am not a pirate.
I am not even a man.
I am the unknown threat.
The fatal anomaly.
The script you never saw coming.
I am the Eminence in Low-Sec’s Shadow—wearing the mask of obscurity, weaving stories from destruction, and bending the narrative to my will.
You mine in my territory?
You trade through my gate?
You blink—and you will find your hull breached, your pod cracked, and your clone waking up wondering what went wrong.
But don’t be afraid.
This is the price of freedom.
The cost of dancing in a system where shadows rule and laws are myths.
So come. Come to Ahbazon.
Bring your fleets. Bring your bravado.
And when you do… remember:
I am always watching.
I am always waiting.
And when the time is right—
I strike.
For I am the Shadow.
And this… is my dominion.
A forgotten scar in the depths of low-sec.
To some, it’s a graveyard.
To others, it’s a hunting ground.
But to me... it is home.
I don’t live for the light of empire space, for the comfort of Concord's cradle or the sweet illusion of safety. No—I exist in the margins, in the silence between system jumps, in the milliseconds before your overview flickers red.
Out here, there are no rules.
Only shadows.
Only the truth.
And the truth is… power isn’t granted by skill injectors or flashy killboards. It is taken, seized, carved into reality with each torpedo, each warp scram, each ship torn apart in glorious ruin.
They ask, “Who is that lurking by the Ahbazon gate?”
They whisper, “What madman flies into a camp with only a T1 frigate and a dream?”
They do not understand.
For I… am not a capsuleer.
I am not a pirate.
I am not even a man.
I am the unknown threat.
The fatal anomaly.
The script you never saw coming.
I am the Eminence in Low-Sec’s Shadow—wearing the mask of obscurity, weaving stories from destruction, and bending the narrative to my will.
You mine in my territory?
You trade through my gate?
You blink—and you will find your hull breached, your pod cracked, and your clone waking up wondering what went wrong.
But don’t be afraid.
This is the price of freedom.
The cost of dancing in a system where shadows rule and laws are myths.
So come. Come to Ahbazon.
Bring your fleets. Bring your bravado.
And when you do… remember:
I am always watching.
I am always waiting.
And when the time is right—
I strike.
For I am the Shadow.
And this… is my dominion.