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Kill
70
+0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
Perdite
7
+0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
91%
Efficienza
Efficienza ISK 95%
ISK distrutti
29.94B
+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
70
Perdite
7
Indice di pericolo
100%
Colpi finali
11
Punti
69

ISK

Distrutti
29.94B
Persi
1.58B
Bilancio
+28.36B
Efficienza ISK
95%

Solo

Kill in solo
3
Percentuale solo
4%
Kill medie/giorno
—

Altro

Perdite contro NPC
0
Quota perdite NPC
0%
Attività
Inattivo
Danni inflitti29.1M
Rapporto danni · 100%
Danni subiti132.1K

Attività

Cosa vola, dove combatte, le ultime kill e perdite

NaviUltimi 90g
SistemiUltimi 90g
Ultime killKillboard
Ultime perditeKillboard

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

Nozeu moves through New Eden with the steady rhythm of heavy machinery—quiet, constant, impossible to argue with once it’s in motion. He was raised on the raw math of low-sec industry: margins measured in cubic meters, risk priced in jumps, loyalty weighed like ore on a station scale. Power, he learned, isn’t seized in a single flash. It’s extracted, processed, and stockpiled—layer by layer—until everyone else wakes up and realizes the whole system runs on what he controls.

He doesn’t posture. He calibrates. Every undock is a costed operation, every fight a line item with an expected return. He reads space the way a foreman reads a refinery—bottlenecks, throughput, failure points—then adjusts pressure until something gives. When ships explode, it’s rarely drama to him; it’s a correction. A flow redirected. A rival’s pipeline pinched shut.

His real weapon is infrastructure: routes that stay open because he allows it, markets that stabilize because he supports them, scarcity that appears the moment someone forgets who keeps the belts moving. He speaks in the language of schedules and supply—pickup windows, fuel blocks, replacement hulls—delivered with the calm certainty of someone who already has the next shipment staged and insured. If you’re useful, he makes you productive. If you’re a problem, he makes you expensive.

He doesn’t need to threaten. He can simply stop. Stop moving the materials, stop smoothing the shortages, stop patching the weak links—and watch whole plans grind down into sparks and silence. In negotiation he’s polite, almost procedural, as if discussing safety standards and quotas. But there’s always that industrial edge beneath it: the sense that you’re standing too close to a running drill, and he’s the one holding the power switch.

◈ CLONE STATUS: Conscious
◈ FLAG: ███