- Kill
- 413
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 71
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 81%
- ISK distrutti
- 85.83B
- +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
- 413
- Perdite
- 71
- Indice di pericolo
- 100%
- Colpi finali
- 199
- Punti
- 413
ISK
- Distrutti
- 85.83B
- Persi
- 19.88B
- Bilancio
- +65.95B
- Efficienza ISK
- 81%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 75
- Percentuale solo
- 18%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 0
- Quota perdite NPC
- 0%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti3.5M
Rapporto danni · 62%
Danni subiti2.2M
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
Prologue
Against the gentle hum of his quarters' environmental regulator, Gartel Reiman sat pondering his options. As he let his eyes wander around the spartan room, he wondered whether any of the other recruits would be engaged in the same soul-searching. He doubted it. Even on a night like tonight. The corner of his mouth turned up in a contemptuous sneer as he considered their reaction to tomorrow's ceremony - another milestone on the path to success, yet another accolade in service of the Emperor.
Not that Gartel had anything against the Emperor. He just didn't have anything... for him, and for an Amarr that takes some doing. He had always been a bright and curious child; he quickly learnt not to vocalise the questions that caused such awkward pauses and blushes on his parents' faces, but his mind never learnt to stop asking them. He was brought up in an unreproachable fashion; his parents could not have done better. However, when he noticed a Minmatar
Against the gentle hum of his quarters' environmental regulator, Gartel Reiman sat pondering his options. As he let his eyes wander around the spartan room, he wondered whether any of the other recruits would be engaged in the same soul-searching. He doubted it. Even on a night like tonight. The corner of his mouth turned up in a contemptuous sneer as he considered their reaction to tomorrow's ceremony - another milestone on the path to success, yet another accolade in service of the Emperor.
Not that Gartel had anything against the Emperor. He just didn't have anything... for him, and for an Amarr that takes some doing. He had always been a bright and curious child; he quickly learnt not to vocalise the questions that caused such awkward pauses and blushes on his parents' faces, but his mind never learnt to stop asking them. He was brought up in an unreproachable fashion; his parents could not have done better. However, when he noticed a Minmatar