0.00Melrakki Kopsson
- Creato il
- …
- Prossimo compleanno
- …
- Security status
- 0.00
Scheda di combattimento
Numeri da eve-kill, di tutta la carriera
Combattimento
- Kill
- 2
- Perdite
- 2
- Efficienza
- 50%
- Indice di pericolo
- 100%
ISK
- Distrutti
- 103.5M
- Persi
- 65.9M
- Efficienza ISK
- 61%
- Bilancio
- +37.6M
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 0
- Percentuale solo
- 0%
- Colpi finali
- 0
- Punti
- 2
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 0
- Quota perdite NPC
- 0%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni
Danni inflitti2.6K
Danni subiti4.9K
Rapporto danni35%
Profilo operativo
Come combatte, con chi e contro chi — ultimi 90 giorni
Attività
Cosa vola e dove combatte
NaviUltima settimana
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SistemiUltima settimana
Nessun dato in questo periodo.
I più preziosi
Chi incontra
Chi uccide, da chi viene ucciso e cosa perde
ClassificheUltimi 90 giorni
Scafi persi
Perdite suddivise per classe di scafo.
Carriera
Le corporazioni attraversate, dalla più recente
Bio in gioco
Firstborn son of Koby Kapal, and proud father of Helga Melrakkadottir, he drew his first breath upon the wind-scoured slopes of Rau\xf0isandur, in the wild and unforgiving reaches of Western Iceland. From a young age, he was forged in the old ways—honed by his father and mentor in the ancient art of the hunt. In time, a distant uncle emerged from the shadows, guiding him into the arcane craft of brewing and revealing the cryptic rites of the Finnish, known among the wise as Kalsarik\xe4nnit—the sacred practice of solitary revelry.
Upon mastering his studies at T\xe6knisk\xf3linn H\xe1teigsvegur, he ascended swiftly through the ranks, earning a seat among the elite: the Council of Technical Advisors to the Icelandic Cartel. There, his knowledge became legend—and his name, a whisper on the lips of those who shape the North.
Upon mastering his studies at T\xe6knisk\xf3linn H\xe1teigsvegur, he ascended swiftly through the ranks, earning a seat among the elite: the Council of Technical Advisors to the Icelandic Cartel. There, his knowledge became legend—and his name, a whisper on the lips of those who shape the North.