0.20
- Kill
- 0
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 0
- +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
- 0
- Indice di pericolo
- 0%
- Colpi finali
- 0
- Punti
- 0
ISK
- Distrutti
- 0
- Persi
- 0
- Bilancio
- +0
- 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
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
I was born as a slave under Amarr control. My life until recently consisted of cleaning and gardening. I had the luck of being part of a nice Amarr family that didn't treat their slaves badly.
Until *it* happened. The head of the family was disgraced during a public execution of rebellious slaves and had to commit Shathol'Syn. All of his slaves, including me, were repossessed and put on a transport to the Amarr homeworld where we would be sold again.
My future looked grim and I was worried. For the first time in my life I knew fear...
While I was overthinking my, and my fellow slaves' future, the red lights in the cargohold where we were placed started flashing. Alarm bells started ringing. according to a franctic guard, someone in an Apocalypse class battleship was attacking the convoy. Then the doors closed, our cargohold was being ejected out of the ship. A large explosion followed.
Silence..
Then our hold started to shake, we felt we were being ta
Until *it* happened. The head of the family was disgraced during a public execution of rebellious slaves and had to commit Shathol'Syn. All of his slaves, including me, were repossessed and put on a transport to the Amarr homeworld where we would be sold again.
My future looked grim and I was worried. For the first time in my life I knew fear...
While I was overthinking my, and my fellow slaves' future, the red lights in the cargohold where we were placed started flashing. Alarm bells started ringing. according to a franctic guard, someone in an Apocalypse class battleship was attacking the convoy. Then the doors closed, our cargohold was being ejected out of the ship. A large explosion followed.
Silence..
Then our hold started to shake, we felt we were being ta