- Kill
- 220
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 92
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 93%
- ISK distrutti
- 48.07B
- +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
- 220
- Perdite
- 92
- Indice di pericolo
- 98%
- Colpi finali
- 14
- Punti
- 220
ISK
- Distrutti
- 48.07B
- Persi
- 3.44B
- Bilancio
- +44.62B
- Efficienza ISK
- 93%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 3
- Percentuale solo
- 1%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 2
- Quota perdite NPC
- 2%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti1.6M
Rapporto danni · 52%
Danni subiti1.5M
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
The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin?
My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Lonetrek with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old Caldari prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy.
The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.
My childhood was typical. Summers in Jita, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really.
At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Amarrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Lonetrek with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old Caldari prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy.
The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.
My childhood was typical. Summers in Jita, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really.
At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Amarrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.