- Kill
- 2585
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 837
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 86%
- ISK distrutti
- 395.95B
- +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
- 2585
- Perdite
- 837
- Indice di pericolo
- 99%
- Colpi finali
- 649
- Punti
- 2585
ISK
- Distrutti
- 395.95B
- Persi
- 65.59B
- Bilancio
- +330.36B
- Efficienza ISK
- 86%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 216
- Percentuale solo
- 8%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 6
- Quota perdite NPC
- 1%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti13.5M
Rapporto danni · 61%
Danni subiti8.7M
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 to soar.'
That's what my parents said about me, and I suppose it's true now.
My childhood was spent on more planets than I can remember as well as the cavernous holds of my father's Wreathe industrial ship. The constant travel let me experience the cultures of all the Matari tribes, but I didn't have time to make any friends. I was lonely and I didn't even know it. That changed on my 15th birthday.
My dad had accepted a courier contract from Pator to Luminaire, hauling exotic gasses to be used in one of the Federation's many terraforming projects. When we docked I rushed off to see Gallente Prime and thus was not aboard when a cargo drone lost datalink and dropped a canister of highly volitile gas in the cargo hold. Neither my parents nor their beloved Wreathe survived.
Suddenly I was mistress of my own destiny, with a huge cash settlement from the Federation and the offer to train as a capsuleer. And I did.
Lowsec is taking its toll on me, mind and body both...
That's what my parents said about me, and I suppose it's true now.
My childhood was spent on more planets than I can remember as well as the cavernous holds of my father's Wreathe industrial ship. The constant travel let me experience the cultures of all the Matari tribes, but I didn't have time to make any friends. I was lonely and I didn't even know it. That changed on my 15th birthday.
My dad had accepted a courier contract from Pator to Luminaire, hauling exotic gasses to be used in one of the Federation's many terraforming projects. When we docked I rushed off to see Gallente Prime and thus was not aboard when a cargo drone lost datalink and dropped a canister of highly volitile gas in the cargo hold. Neither my parents nor their beloved Wreathe survived.
Suddenly I was mistress of my own destiny, with a huge cash settlement from the Federation and the offer to train as a capsuleer. And I did.
Lowsec is taking its toll on me, mind and body both...