0.00
- Kill
- 0
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 4
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 0%
- ISK distrutti
- 0
- +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
- 0
- Perdite
- 4
- Indice di pericolo
- 100%
- Colpi finali
- 0
- Punti
- 0
ISK
- Distrutti
- 0
- Persi
- 34.8M
- Bilancio
- -34.8M
- Efficienza ISK
- 0%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 0
- Percentuale solo
- 0%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 0
- Quota perdite NPC
- 0%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti0
Rapporto danni · 0%
Danni subiti8.6K
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
Born among the stars to a pair of seasoned explorers, Savage Pinkerton grew up chasing the edges of known space. Her childhood was forged in nebulae and asteroid belts, her parents teaching her the art of scanning, survival, and reading the silent language of the void.
That life ended in a single transmission.
While charting an unregistered belt, her family stumbled into the path of a rogue mining crew—the kind that strip a system bare and leave corpses drifting behind them. Their leader, known only as the Faceless Man, made sure there were no witnesses. Except her.
Savage survived by clawing her way into an escape capsule, forced to watch through static-filled feeds as her parents’ ship was carved apart like ore.
She has never forgotten the empty, expressionless visage staring back at her.
She has never forgiven the miners who followed him.
Now, Savage Pinkerton hunts.
Small, tight-knit mining groups vanish in the dead of night. Barges go silent before their distress calls reach local comms. Belts rumored to be "safe" suddenly aren’t. Capsuleers whisper her name with a mix of fear and respect: the woman who brings annihilation in the wake of a single signature probe hit.
She isn’t after ore.
She isn’t after ISK.
She’s after him.
And until the Faceless Man dies screaming in the void, no miner flying in a pack is ever truly safe.
That life ended in a single transmission.
While charting an unregistered belt, her family stumbled into the path of a rogue mining crew—the kind that strip a system bare and leave corpses drifting behind them. Their leader, known only as the Faceless Man, made sure there were no witnesses. Except her.
Savage survived by clawing her way into an escape capsule, forced to watch through static-filled feeds as her parents’ ship was carved apart like ore.
She has never forgotten the empty, expressionless visage staring back at her.
She has never forgiven the miners who followed him.
Now, Savage Pinkerton hunts.
Small, tight-knit mining groups vanish in the dead of night. Barges go silent before their distress calls reach local comms. Belts rumored to be "safe" suddenly aren’t. Capsuleers whisper her name with a mix of fear and respect: the woman who brings annihilation in the wake of a single signature probe hit.
She isn’t after ore.
She isn’t after ISK.
She’s after him.
And until the Faceless Man dies screaming in the void, no miner flying in a pack is ever truly safe.