-8.90Pilota
Jassmin Joy
CaldariCivire
- Kill
- 1278
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 78
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 99%
- ISK distrutti
- 6.52T
- +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
- 1278
- Perdite
- 78
- Indice di pericolo
- 88%
- Colpi finali
- 169
- Punti
- 1278
ISK
- Distrutti
- 6.52T
- Persi
- 66.33B
- Bilancio
- +6.46T
- Efficienza ISK
- 99%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 46
- Percentuale solo
- 4%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 9
- Quota perdite NPC
- 12%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti235.7M
Rapporto danni · 98%
Danni subiti5.3M
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
Winner of: New Eden Open Bronze Medal
[18:02:18] GazzCrawford > first time i met you i thought you where going to plug me haha
One day life had asked death for a dance. Tears in death's sunken eyes, death only shook his head. Taken back by this immediately life asked "why?" Death simply answered, "Something as beautiful as life itself should not be stained by the withering hands of death." Deeply saddened by these words life stood in place as death began walking away from her. Yet with great admiration for death, she quickly grasped his hand and thus began the never ending waltz between life and death.
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
―Frank Herbert, Dune
[18:02:18] GazzCrawford > first time i met you i thought you where going to plug me haha
One day life had asked death for a dance. Tears in death's sunken eyes, death only shook his head. Taken back by this immediately life asked "why?" Death simply answered, "Something as beautiful as life itself should not be stained by the withering hands of death." Deeply saddened by these words life stood in place as death began walking away from her. Yet with great admiration for death, she quickly grasped his hand and thus began the never ending waltz between life and death.
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
―Frank Herbert, Dune